Tag: travel

The Lost Horizon: Hidden Track

It was serendipitous that Frank Turner mentioned Syracuse-area hardcore band Earth Crisis, how he talked about seeing them in concert, enjoying them, and it was alluded that the band inspired him in a sense. When it comes to anything — negative or positive — the resonating impact is life altering in some way, shape or…

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A Tale of Two Darwinisms

“Has everyone had the chance to meet Chris?” was the question uttered at the meeting. It can mean only one thing. Changes. It’s a part time job, but it’s a new job. It’s a new office, which has new coworkers. The area focused upon is in a new part of “town,” but headquarters is located in another county…

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Staring Out a Window

Plagued this week. Feeling the S-waves from the accident, supposedly. A sneeze shook my body, a pain in the chest has resonated since. There is fear to sneeze. And therefore. There is a great inability to sit still, to sit and read and catch up with the digital world, because it’s not in front of…

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Motel, Hotel, Holiday Inn

The Hotel Syracuse. That was my improptu inspiration. My fascination with hotels and old architecture. My fascination with the unknown, stories and history that could not be experienced. From there, I branched the idea of economic development to employment to lack of employment to moving to traveling to abroad to Italy. Not only does New…

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Tripping Out

PAUSE. There.  The button has been hit. The last week was spent with animals, hanging out with them.  It’s gotten me out of the house and away from my parents.  A taste, a preview of a life living alone, because when landing a job in the Central New York area comes, I’m going to immediately move out…

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Brooklyn: Settling

The morning started off early with my crawling out of bed after a night of restless sleeping and odd dreams. At the train station I sat next to Tom from South Carolina, who was travelling back home from Buffalo (his hometown).  Tom and I shared some conversation, but he mostly slept.  I dozed off for…

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My Infatuation With Paris

In relation with the previous post of My Favorite Trilogy, considering Julie Delpy is French, saving the notion about my dreams of visiting Paris, past thoughts returned and were running through my mind.  This is all despite the consistently daily to every-other-day mentioning of Chicago by an outside source.  However, I still find myself dreaming of Paris,…

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