The flight went well but it was weird, I got paranoid. The woman beside me was Muslim and wearing a headscarf, something I've seen tons of times. But she kept checking her watch, like every 30 seconds, and then she pulled out a plastic bag with something in it and then referred back to her cell phone and then back to her watch and then back to the mystery bag, which I by this time was convinced was full of plastic explosives. I knew it was a stupid thought but it wouldn't leave my head and I considered asking her what was in the bag as I couldn't relax and eventually she opened the bag and it was a sandwich and we chatted and she was nicer than pie. Still freaked me out, I think it's the American influence. They have stop terrorism posters on the side of buses here. Was that a racist fear? It must be right???
Anyway, hostel is nice. Very centrally located right in the market and walkable to downtown shopping, etc. No internet in the room but there is a coffee shop directly downstairs and the wi-fi carries up. I'm using that now. The close early, they're closed now but the internet still works. The only negative is I asked to change beds so I could be on the lower bunk and near the window. They said no. I find it difficult to get up the ladder here, it digs into my soft princess feet.
I woke up this morning around 7. That's the best part of traveling west, the time difference is in your favour. It was 10 am my time, but only 7 here. Had breakfast and went to Target where my underwear was on sale, buy 4 pairs for $20. I bought 20 pairs. A little more shopping at Old Navy, etc. and off to the Henry Art Gallery.
This was a skylight thing that I think is a window to heaven or something:
|A Bingo Player, 1942. Weegee (Arthur Feelig)|
|The Critic. 1943. Weegee (Arthur Fellig)|
|A Family on Their Lawn One Sunday in Westchester, New York. 1968. Diane Arbus|
|Auto Portrait (with gun). 1983. Robert Mapplethorpe.|
|Black Americans (from the Time of Change: Civil Rights, 1961-1965 series). 1963. Bruce Davidson|
|Truman Capote. 1955. Richard Avedon|
|Muscle Beach. 1948. Max Yavno.|
Final thing, the transfers are time based so I was paying again and again when I could have just used my transfers. Nope, one more thing. If you want to pay anything other than cash for the transit, you need a PhD to figure out the machine. You need to program your stop into the machine for it to calculate how much you owe, but there's only like 9 stops in the machine and 400 stops in the city so are you supposed to guess which of the 9 you need? Who knows, so I pay cash.
Here's the gum wall. I gagged as I was leaving, not sure if it was the gum or the smell of fish. I think a mixture.
Simpsons Monorail song every time I see this. I may have to ride it just to keep singing. "Is there a chance the track could bend?" "Not on your life, my Hindu friend!"