Worst. Blogger. Ever.

is this guy. Me, I mean. Where’ve I been? I’ll tell you. The city was getting to me. It got to the point where I couldn’t walk down 6th Avenue without feeling like I was going to lash out and smack someone, not entirely randomly, because people on 6th tend to walk slowly and have a lot of shopping bags (from where? there’s nothing to buy!)… but so before I went ahead and committed a random act of pedestrian violence, I decided what I really needed was a siesta. A six-week siesta. I quit my job and took off – traveling waaaay upstate to a town with about 15 residents and dial-up only, to decompress by the lake, then to PA to visit my family, then to Austin, TX, where we narrowly avoided Hurricane Rita, got sunburned, and drank $4 margaritas every chance we got.

And now I’m back. Unemployed but not entirely unhappy about it, with all the NYC- and Brooklyn-love back in my system. And I’ve made it a goal to post 2x a week, especially while I’m not, ahem, working. So get ready. I am going to seek out every fun thing there is to do on a weekday that doesn’t cost anything, and if that means I do nothing but watch “Judge Judy,” well, I’ll have post about that then.

In the meantime…

What I learned from my siesta:

In Texas, Pabst Blue Ribbon is called “Lone Star.”

They eat tacos for breakfast. They call them “breakfast tacos.”

Texas pride may exceed New York pride. The University of Texas’s colors are white and orange, and on game day it’s astounding how many orange t-shirts you see on the street. And it’s, like, a really ugly orange. But Texans wear that orange the way New Yorkers wear black, and there are longhorns (the animal mascot) on the back of every car.

Rent is crazy low. Groceries are mad cheap. You can live off the salary of a part-time job, if you’re careful. But it gets up to 110, and it stays that way for a looong time. Also the buses cost $.50 to ride, and a buck will get you a one-day unlimited. Madness.

On the other hand the city’s art museum is as big as one of the galleries in Chelsea, and the edgiest film they’ve got playing currently is “Junebug.” Austin is a city for slackers, and I am closer to a Type-A. New York is the city for snobs, and I am a snob to the core. If you need me, I’ll be hanging around Cinema Village with my nose in the air, hoping some post-structuralist will buy me a ticket.

3 Comments so far

  1. lisa (unregistered) on October 3rd, 2005 @ 1:43 pm

    I want to live in a land where people eat tacos for breakfast! if only it weren’t Texas. I eat tacos all the time, but it never occurred to me that I could have them three meals a day.

  2. Mimi (unregistered) on October 3rd, 2005 @ 3:23 pm

    Ahhh yes, Texas. I grew up here, moved to NY when I was 17, and found myself back in Austin a year later.

    The thing I missed the most when I was in NYC? The freakin breakfast tacos. And tequila.

  3. ~dana (unregistered) on October 3rd, 2005 @ 5:56 pm

    yay Nora is back!

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