September 26th, 2006
|03:40 pm - Another Mike story . . .|
So there we were, both of us having recently moved to Minneapolis, on our way to Shinon's in St. Paul, to meet Felicia and a bunch of other folks for a sushi happy hour.
If you're not a Minnesotan, you probably don't know about St. Paul: it's a nice place to live, but you wouldn't want to visit there. I avoid it, not only because of my well-known bad sense of direction, which amazes even me -- there was the time, sometime later, when I was, in fact, turning right at the time, I understood why Pamela Dean was shouting, "No, go right, right, right." If I was supposed to go right, seven gets you two I was going left; she was just playing the odds.
And St. Paul? Hell. It's haunted, that's what it is; and there's some magic involved -- unless you're native-born, it's impossible to navigate there until you sign a lease or take out a mortgage. And not just magic -- half a dozen different streets named Como, some of them interrupted in three or more places. You wouldn't be surprised if Victor Raymond lived off a street named Raymond, or, hell, if he lived on the corner of Victor and Raymond. Places like the corner of Sixth and Old Seventh, which is to be distinguished between the corner of Old Sixth and Seventh, and, of course, that's a completely different form Old Sixth and Old Seventh...
So we were probably doomed from the start. I don't think I'd been to Shinon's more than a couple of times before, and had been driven, rather than driving. But I figured that between the Hudson's map, the cell phone, and Mike acting as navigator, it wouldn't be a problem. While I was waiting for Mike to come down from his aparetment, I 'd called up Shinon's, and got directions: it was at the corner of Selby and Reston. Mike couldn't find Reston right away on the Hudson's, but Selby was easy to find,. so we headed over the Bridge Of Death then hung a right toward Selby, and eventually found it, Mike still scrabbling from page to page in the Hudson's.
"Okay," I said, "which way do I turn?"
"I don't know. There's no Reston street here. Arundel, Macubin, Western, Kent, Dale, St. Albans -- no Reston."
"Well, that doesn't do us any good."
"If it's not in there, I can't find it."
We both got a little irritated with the other. Finally, Mike took a deep breath. "Are you sure that's what she said?"
"Yes. Selby and Reston -- she spoke very clearly, with a nice Korean accent."
The tufted eyebrows probably went up; I was watching the road, avoiding bumping into stuff. "Korean accent?"
"Yeah; a nice one."
"Selby, and, maybe Western?"
I think he started laughing first. "Take a left."
|Date:||September 26th, 2006 08:44 pm (UTC)|| |
unless you're native-born, it's impossible to navigate there until you sign a lease or take out a mortgage.
Yah, that. My friend Aaron (who is native-born) used to claim that St. Paul was easy to navigate because it was organized conceptually rather than by streets. This seemd like a nice, empty statement to me. Eventually I dragged it out of him: what he meant was that if you already knew where everything was, it was easy to get there.
|Date:||September 26th, 2006 09:14 pm (UTC)|| |
born and bred St. Paulite. The city is laid out this way to discorage visitors!
Didn't work in my case. I seem to be the exception to the rule that non-natives can't find their way around.
Their is a rule, a simple exception to the rule, another simple exception to the rule, and then a list of words that still don't fit in with the rules.
This is why I relied heavily on maps and landmarks until I knew my way around.
So turned around heading back up the fjord picking my way as carefully as I found possible among the shallows.
You Norwegian Blues are all the same.
Then we look at dealing with exceptions to the rule. Most frameworks perform well when the application is designed for the framework.
Most frameworks perform well when the application is designed for the framework. However, what happens when an application just won't conform.
If you think this is hard wait to see how difficult is to find your way in an old Italian city built several hundred years ago when streets were large just enough to allow two persons passing by. I wouldn't recommend this kind of experience to a claustrophobic person. Illinois reverse mortgage
I've been living on the Minneapolis side of the river for almost 10 years, and I still get lost everytime I try and get back on 94W from the rivercentre.
Hey! Lynn and I used to live on Raymond Place and Raymond Avenue, so therefore I was Raymond at Raymond and Raymond - (grin).
Raymond cubed? Now there's a pleasant thought. :)
Hey, I know this is about Mike, but you can't leave your own punch line out of the "Go right, right, right" story. "OH," you said, when I sheepishly confessed to having misspoken, "you meant the OTHER left."
Thanks for all the stories about Mike. I hadn't even heard the one about the chocolate.
Hey, when it's my turn, and you're writing about me, put it in.
You'll probably want to mention the time you were riding with me down 38th Street during the winter, and the snowy/icy street was empty save for a long line of orange safety cones down the middle, and that after I did the normal thing that, in what passes for my mind, anybody else would do -- I slalomed the car through them -- you gave me a look of horror not usually seen outside of movies with lots of chainsaws in them.
|Date:||September 28th, 2006 05:54 am (UTC)|| |
"Hey, when it's my turn, and you're writing about me, put it in."
Quit having turns, people. Damnit.
(My own utterly trivial and crap note about Mike here (http://amygdalagf.blogspot.com/2006/09/mike-ford-has-died.html).)
-- non-anonymous Gary Farber, rejected as ever by LJ
tired as ever of LJ rejecting non-members like this, which is why we don't comment much
Well, we all have to take turns. I'm just asking my friends to put off taking theirs for a long time, and promising to try to do the same.
Internal demons I dunno much about -- although I've a few hints -- but I always thought Mike talked about the facts of his mortality in a particularly good way, starting in his mid-thirties . . . around the time that Felicia pointed out that he could, at this point, score only one out of three on "live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse." (Post hoc ergo propter hoc?
I wouldn't bet, either way; and do remember that causality sometimes did funny things around Mike.)
As to LiveJournal, I think you and I have had this discussion before, but I don't mind having it again -- I mainly use it because the software works well and comfortably for me. That's definitely the reason that http://joel-rosenberg.com
maps over to the joelrosenberg LiveJournal account; because I found myself wanting to post on other -- political, fannish, personal -- issues, I started the joel_rosenberg account.
Registration is required for both accounts because I really don't need a lot of ads for Nigerian Green Card Viagra.
|Date:||December 9th, 2010 06:17 pm (UTC)|| |
You got me dizzy already! Is this really true? Did they put these street names on purpose? I don't think I'd like to live in a place like this neither, I am so thankful not that I've already spoken with that Austin real estate