LOCALE=en_GB it claims that week 1 of 2006 starts on Sunday 1st January, and ends on Saturday 7th January, making my week numbers one lower than the rest of the world.PLANNING A REHERSAL DINNER? MAKE YOUR ONCE-IN-A-LIFETIME EXPERIENCE UNIQUE. JOIN US.Where I come from, rehearsals are things are things that, by definition, happen more than once. When they do happen, it's usually with an a between the e and r. Of course, I have to respect Legal for so succinctly combining a redundancy and a contradiction on the same topic.

A last view over Manhattan
Mako was developing a plan in secret, though, which involved micah and his
car. Micah found out soon after. We went back to Clint's, expecting to find
sladen somewhere, but we didn't. I packed my things, and when we really needed
to go, we resolved to put his things in the entrance so he could find then and
do whatever he wanted on his return.
We went on the Metro to Union Square, where, hear this helix, I saw TONS of
raperos doing their break-dance thing (ok, maybe not tons, but I did see them).
And two blocks away, we arrived to the most incredible book store.
Mako has blogged many times about buying very rare books at the Strand for
ridiculous prices, but this was totally unexpected. The Strand is
huge. On the outside, there's carts with hundreds of second-hand
books, all for one dollar. Mako used to go there and browse the books to find
interesting stuff. The Acetarium is full of them! Most of the dollar books are
total crap though. A very high percent talk about god, religion, "our troops"
and stuff like that. Mentally filtering what might be good and what is not is
not easy when you haven't done it before.
Mako started scanning the shelves as soon as we arrived, and every now and
them he'd pick some totally stupid title. I was on my own shelf, missing many
good stuff, while mika, Clint and mako did their own. Clint found quite a few
titles, but mako didn't find anything good. I got lucky though, and found the
precious book of the day: The Spanish Anarchists. The heroic years
1868-1936, by Murray Bookchin. Although old, it was in very good condition,
and mako immediately asked if I was taking it. :) I won!
The inside of the Strand was incredible too. Three very big floors packed
with books, plus the half-priced "reviewer's copies" at the basement. I was
totally overwhelmed by the amount of books I'd be interested in buying, and the
limited weigh I should be carrying back, so I did my best not to look too
carefully.
For a few hours, I didn't have a too clear idea of what mako's plans were.
At some point, micah phoned him and we rushed to the PATH, the train that goes
to New Jersey. Apparently we were meeting micah at Newark, but I still didn't
know why we had to go there. During our ride, I could see how pleasant New
Jersey is to the human eye. Miles and miles of heavy industries. I'm pretty
sure it's the ugliest place I've ever seen. What I couldn't see, and I'm still
disappointed, is any of the viciously arrogant rats of the New York metro
system. Mako had told me about how they look at you, like saying "if you come
down here, you'll be left with 9 fingers", and the incredible number of them on
the tracks. Unfortunately I couldn't see any. I blame Michael Bloomberg.
At Newark, micah appeared in his car, and we all hopped into it. We
apparently were going by car to Boston... including Clint. I was puzzled, as he
had to work on Monday, but he'd said that he'd simply "come back". There was a
problem though, mako had dilinger's keys, and he was going back to NYC from
Boston, and we didn't have time to get to Boston before he left, so we had to
find a way of leaving the keys in NYC so he could get into his appartment.
Finally, mako resolved that Clint would be left in a cold street, in a rough
area of NYC, and he would handle the keys problem. I still didn't understand
what was going on.
We headed North, and I quickly fell asleep on mika's nap. I'm getting old.
When the car stopped again and I suddenly woke up, I looked ahead and...
HORROR! We were at the door of a McDonads. WTF WAS GOING ON? So it seems that
when you're on the road, there's no much other choice than shit food. After a
quick discussion with mako about how badly those burgers taste, I quickly went
back to sleep, until we were in Boston. It took a while to find a parking spot,
because all of them "permit only". It's impossible to park if you come from
somewhere else.
I was finally at the Acetarium, a
very cool flat in Cambridge, 15 minutes away from the MIT. It was 3:30 in the morning.
The day after, we woke up pretty late, and as I opened my laptop and found a
privmsg from sladen, he was was knocking at the door. This man has an
incredible ability to disappear and reappear when he's most unexpected.
Apparently he managed to grab his stuff in NYC, fetch the bus and arrive at 2
in Boston, meeting dilinger at the station, and mako as he went out to MIT.
micah and I went to explore Boston, but never managed. We consumed a few
hours when trying to ship some equipment to micah's colo, and then trying to
find food. When we were ready to go, micah got a very badly timed call, which
made him go back to the Acetarium: a server at work was dying or dead. At one
point, it was late enough that going to Boston wasn't worth it, so we went to
visit the Media Lab instead.
On our way there, micah and I kept chatting about this and that, and found
out how small the internet is. We both know a bunch of common people from
uncommon places like Per , from our involvement in social projects in the net
like Indymedia and Sindominio.net.
The MIT is incredible, specially the Stata Center by Frank Gehry. We
wandered around as we only got voice mail from mako, until an hour later we
found we was like 20 metres away from us. He gave us a tour through the Media
lab, and it was incredible. I had never seen something like that. Every lab was
colourful and fun, and very cool developments were going on everywhere. I also
saw the coolest mame box ever, with an arcade case and everything.

The Stata Center, right next to the Media Lab
After the tour, micah and I headed back, while sladen stayed to have a look
at one of mako's projects. When we got back to the flat, there were a few
people already there for mika's sushi party, and I rolled my first sushi rolls,
which was fun. A bunch of Debian people joined us, including zufus and gravity,
and had a great chat with them. The party ended way too late and after too many
beers.
sladen used his secret disappearing abilities, and a few colleagues from
mako crashed, so there was a bit of overbooking. Mako's solution was simple.
mika, him and I could share their bed.
I can't say I have slept too much, because mako would keep pulling the
blanket and leave me out in the cold, and I was trying not to squish mika. But
it went ok, although we discovered too late that mika was hot while I was cold,
and we swapped our places too late.
Today, we'll go find the Freedom Trail and walk a bit around it, meet
gravity and zufus for lunch, and I will sadly have to go back to Cambridge,
quickly pack and head to the airport to catch my plane. My hours in North
America are expiring.

The skyline of South Manhattan
We walked over the Brooklyn bridge, giving me other very cool views of
Manhattan, while I hammered Clint with questions about this and that. I saw
that since 9/11, you can't go past the Town Hall. "Security reasons", of
course. I was very surprised to see police cars in every single street. It's
like a Police State, and if you ask me, it didn't make me feel safer.
After some walk, we finally got in Chinatown, which is the craziest place
ever. People sell stuff on the sidewalks, and many streets are packed with
people. We had to meet with mikah, biella, dilinger and his cat at some Chinese
place for breakfast/lunch. The place, as Chinatown itself, was crazy. As soon
as we sat down a few waitresses landed a few plates on the table, without
asking or anything. A few minutes later I could see that the way they serve you
is going around with carts with lost of food, and you either want it or
not.
We left dilinger at the metro station, and moved on to the SoHo. I wanted to
go to the SoHo Apple Store to see if they knew about replacement Spanish
keyboards for my Powerbook. My powerbook was bought in the US last year, so it
has a US keyboard. This is mostly ok, but only mostly as it's missing a
key.
After SoHo, we went back to Chinatown to pick up bubbles. It was nice to see
her after Debconf, and she made the effort to come just for a few hours even if
she was ill and had lots to do in Philly. We headed to South Street Port, where
I had a long chat about Cuba with micah while we sat on a bench looking at
Brooklyn bridge.
And then, we gathered all our braveness and headed to the heart of the
beast, to the kernel of the system. We walked into the Financial District, and
soon enough I was walking in Wall Street no less. If I breathed hard, I could
smell the money. The road was paved in gold, and there were skyscrapers
everywhere. I discovered the rulers of this world had opened a "public space"
in JP Morgan's building. To their despair, probably, it had been taken over by
the poor. I wonder what Bloomberg will do about it.
As I walked up the street, a strange feeling in my heart grew and grew,
until, behind a corner, I saw it. The source of all evil was ahead of me,
guarded by George Washington himself.

The New York Stock exchange and it's black evil aura of Capitalism
I was standing ahead of this building where so many people behave like
bastards everyday, pushing millions to povery for a bit more profit margin. The
doors were closed and surrounded by security officers, which despite being
asked politely, didn't let us in for "security reasons".
Next to it was the Church of Capitalism, at the end of the street. It's
curious that such an old church still stands where it was build near the
harbour probably a century ago, now surrounded by some of the most modern and
tallest buildings in the planet. And then, we visited the bull, which I didn't
know is the "friendly" symbol of how Capitalism works.

I had Capitalism by the balls
We moved down to Battery Square, past the old US Customs building with the
four statues representing the four continents. We saw the damaged sculpture
which lived in the WTC, and sat down at the pier to watch a beautiful sunset
over the Statue of Liberty.

The Statue of Liberty seen from South Manhattan
At that point, biella and micah had to meet some friends at one cinema to
see the Wal-Mart documentary. We went to a funky place to have some tea,
decided to go see Times Square and then walk to Central Park. At the time, mako
was arriving to NYC on the Chinatown bus, so we agreed to meet in a restaurant
to have lunch. Paul Sladen finally managed to get lost, after many tries during
the day, and wasn't seen until we got back home.
Mako and Mika waited for us at the door of an... ethiopian restaurant in the
SoHo, despite Mako knows I can't stand spicy food. But in the end it wasn't so
bad, I just needed a few more glasses of water than average. And I finally got
to know mika, after lots of time of chatting over IRC. Greg, SPI's lawyer, also
appeared, and was a nice addition to the group.
Mako knew where to take us after that. The Belgian bar was packed, but there
was a private party in one of the spaces and we took over some of that space.
After a few rounds, we were ready to leave the pub and go for Falafel and some
tea. I was terribly falling asleep though, so instead of tea we took a cap back
to Brooklyn, where we found Paul waiting at the door.
After an hour of inflating a mattress, we were ready for sleep, at 4AM. It
didn't look like the morning after would be very productive...
Antiquated technology makes for emancipatory possibilities.Perhaps a truism. Perhaps merely what I fear is a prescient statement.—Alan Toner (2005)
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