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New York: Taking the Highline Home

Sunday, July 10

Sunday I packed up. The logistics didn’t look good for stopping back at the hotel to check out. In part this was the remaining balance on my metro card. I turned out I would have been just as well off with a 7-day unlimited pass. It also would have helped if I hadn’t gotten off at the wrong stop once (they don’t give you any credit for close trips) Time was an issue, so I had to carry my baggage with me.

I also didn’t get much benefit from being in the conference hotel – I wasn’t around Friday night because of the play; I suppose I could have hung out in the lobby Saturday night after I missed the bar crowd. I suppose I did get the walk back with Kyle. But was it worth $200?

I started walking south to the Highline, a raised railway converted into a snaking park. Along the way I saw more of New York’s vertical parking solution. It seems that they would either need to valet the keys or have strict in/out times to manage the people on top. Breakfast was kind of random (I left my grapes at the AirBNB place, and it never seemed worth the trip to try and pick them up) I stopped at a diner, and got a huge fritata, with toast and potatoes to boot.

The Highline is kind of an interesting project. Different sections have their own character, from flat open walkways, raised platforms over mounded hills to support trees, and planters with rolling-on-rail benches nearby.

From the bottom of the Highline, I took the subway to jump back up towards Central park, stoping at Trader Joe’s to stock up for the train ride home. Heading towards the park, I’d seen a few references to the Alice in Wonderland statue, and finally found it, and the conservancy water, with it’s remote control sailboats.

Just south of there, another piece was carved out of the park for the Central Park Zoo. It’s a fairly small zoo, although well suited to the hour I had allotted for it – there was more than I really had to look at. I managed to squeeze out one last picture by turning down the size to fit the remaining sliver of space – an idea I got when I saw two pictures left turn into “Memory card full” – JPEG is variable size after all, so the camera was estimating.

From there it was another subway jump south, to the neighborhood of Penn Station. I picked up a falafel to save for dinner and arrived at the station with plenty of time to spare. I was disappointed that Amtrak’s check-in terminals couldn’t scan an iPad, but I had a paper backup just in case.

It turned out that the train had a dining car, so I missed an experience there by bringing my food with me. It didn’t look like a lot of other people were taking advantage of it either, but the car had reservation times, so it might have been too piecemeal to notice.

There was really nice sunset, lost to my full camera. Sleeping in a coach seat is hardly ideal, but with the train bumping and stopping, I don’t that a bed would make it much better.

New York: GothamJS

Saturday, July 9*

My second major reason for being in New York was GothamJS, a Javascript conference which actually didn’t sell out before I heard it was open for registration. Too late Saturday morning I realized that I could still go exploring; I set out into Central park, but realized that I wouldn’t have enough time before I got anywhere new.

GothamJS was held in the NYIT auditorium. The theater worked out well for the presentations, although the lobby area got a little cramped at times. I don’t know if it was intended to serve as a primary social space.

The first talk was one of the things that attracted me to GothamJS, The Once and Future Scriptloader by Kyle Simpson (aka Gettify). I dabbled with my own loader once, but lost interest when it got to the hard parts – browser testing and file optimization. Since then I’ve gone in with the RequireJS/AMD camp. Kyle actually promotes pure loaders – no dependency management (that might be a separate component) He broke down the challenges of loading (different scripts for different pages, caching, and parallel loading), called for the death of document.write, and laid out his personal perfect loader – any script, from any browser, at least as good as script-tags, without hacks or special cases. He also pointed out some challenges I hadn’t run into, as well as some techniques I never used – IE has a way to separate loading and execution, and async=false can also force execution in order. He is working on [], which was not released as of the conference.

Robert Nyman talked about HTML5 APIs. I’ve been around long enough to hear about most of the technologies. I did lear a few things, such as online/offline events – although their are still several browser kinks, and the file reader API. I mostly learned about interesting services: video transcoding, popcorn.js for live video sidebar, Google Body – a searchable 3d model, and Mozilla DevDerby, although unlike the page he showed that seemed to be a monthly challenge, the actual web site appeared to be a less frequent event.

Anton Kovalyov talked about JSHint, an alternate to JSLint that tries to be less opinionated than Douglas Crockford (e.g. a dictator). It also checks for implied globals.

Jonathan Julian went over the issues with Rendering Views in Javascript. Once again I’ve heard of most of the libraries involved, although he did raise a good point about search engine interaction with dynamic pages.

Rebecca Murphey presented Lessons from a Rewrite, that took a body of real-world experience and distilled it down a series of guidelines, backed by her actual experience.

Seb Lee-Delisle wowed everyone with CreativeJS Visual Effects. It was basically sprite graphics on canvas, and a few people said he could have actually gone beyond the really basic techniques. He still got some very nice effects with simple systems, and it’s good to see people who take these ideas and make them exciting. I got over the gee-wiz factor back in the BASIC days, so we need people to keep it fresh.

Mark Headd talked about JavaScript and Node.js in telephony. He started out saying “turns out people don’t like writing things in XML”. He was referring to a voice protocol, but in retrospect it may have also been a shot at his (Tropo’s) competitor Twilio. He some about telephony, and some about Javascript architechture, such as hosting demo as CouchApps and using Redis PubSub to as a message queue.

Yehuda Katz closed out with “The Fallacy of Microlibs”. As a developer of SproutCore, Yehuda can’t be called unbiased in the argument, but he argues well, and one presumes he’s working on SproutCore because he believes it the way to go. The basic argument seems to be that while microlibs (as promoted at []) are great for experimentation, the lack of coherency makes things more difficult for people trying to use them (“Integration eliminates cognitive overhead”). He points out the much-promoted UNIX philosophy of using small tools with pipes took ten years to develop – we probably don’t as good a common paradigm yet. Meanwhile, JS apps are competing with Cocoa (e.g. iOS), which is fairly consistent and well-documented.

The afterparty turned out to be some catering the crowded lobby. People stayed upstairs by the food, making it even worse. After a little wandering around I fell into the orbit of Yehuda, Kyle, and a few others discussing various minutia of JavaScript. People gradually wandered off, until we were informed that the building would be closing shortly. People agreed to meet up at a bar over in Hell’s Kitchen a little later.

I walked back to the hotel with Kyle Simpson (LABjs) and took the opportunity to feed my curiosity. I stopped developing my Module library when I got to the hard part, so I wondered if he knew where the gotchas were the exception-and-reload technique. Perhaps I wasn’t describing it very well, but it actually appeared to be something novel. He recommended that I move the library over to Github, which has apparently become the defacto Javascript host along with Ruby.

After a missing the first time, I finally found the specified bar. However, this crowd is so new to me that I didn’t recognize anywhere there. Given that I’m not really a bar person myself, I didn’t hang out.

New York: Wicked History

Friday, July 8

When I was trying to look up Statue of Liberty info before hand, I got distracted checking out bulk tourist deals. In the end I decided that it would probably be break-even at best, and tie me down to the embedded programs to boot. However, I did find out about The Cloisters, an extension of the Metropolitan Museum of Art that appeared to host various medieval artifacts in an actual cloister. The site sounded interesting, and I would have gone earlier if I hadn’t checked the weather and determined today was most likely to rain.

On the way to the train station, I also took a loop through Central park; I’d seen a few references to the Imagine tilework, but had missed it on my earlier expedition. After several bits of misdirection, I finally found back in some trees. It was somewhat predictably crowded. It was also somewhat smaller than I expected – given the scale of other items, I half expected a large tiled plaza on the mall.

The Cloisters are out near the upper end of Manhattan, in Fort Tryon Park. The park offers a piece of rolling hills with paths, gardens. Fortunately the weather was still clear. There is also stonework, e.g. Fort Tryon, although I don’t know if the structure was original or tribute. The current form includes a large gateway that encloses nothing, and then steps up to the top of the walls, where there is large patio area.

As I got into the Cloisters itself, it gradually became apparent that it wasn’t an original building, but one that had been purposefully built as a museum. However, it did included bits and pieces from actual structures, ‘in context’ and many rooms were set up to demonstrate the actual appearance of various churches, halls, and cloisters.

I spent the morning at the Cloisters, seeing a small shower falling into a courtyard. I stayed for lunch, thinking they have done something unique with it. The food was a bit classier than pizza, but still not all that special. The rain had let up by the time I was done, so I was able to depart in comfort.

Since The Cloisters is an extension of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, one entry was good for either on the same day. The Met sits on a piece of land carved out of Central park, but not really in it, since the entrance is along the side.

There were a pretty wide range of exhibits, from transported Egyptian temples to modern art. Perhaps the most interesting things were the complete rooms from various periods which, like The Cloisters, put artifacts in context.

It’s a huge building. Going to the Cloisters first, I barely made it onto the second floor, and I was skimming the second half of the first, at best. Of course, this was because I had scheduled show at a certain time. This is probably why I didn’t do a lot of advance planning. Who’s to say how long something should take? With a deadline looming, not only might the experience get cut off, but one has to be constantly mindful of the impending time to avoid missing it, distracting from the immediate experience.

As I came out from deep halls to windowed rooms, I started seeing the rain had finally arrived. I had my umbrella, but it doesn’t really cover the feet. At least I was wearing shorts, but traveling light doesn’t justify sandals or water-resistant boots. At least I had the umbrella – Central park wasn’t so crowded but I still passed a number of bedraggled pedestrians.

I went back to my AirBNB room – thankfully the host had no hard checkout time. Then I moved my baggage down the conference hotel – which just so happened to be two blocks over from the Gershwin theater, where Wicked was playing.

I had to go up three flights of stairs to reach my seat, which was literally the “the last seat in the house” – mezzanine, back row, far right. I didn’t bring my camera to the show – I figured with a no photos policy it would just save any questions. I might, however, at least gotten a shot of the stage. It turns out the gears and dragon were part of the stage framing. Still don’t know why. I gather that the gears were supposed to represent Emerald City and it’s mechanical nature. They would have the mechanical dragon, up by the ceiling, swing and blow smoke at a few dramatic moments, but it still seemed like a pretty random element.

The show itself was an nice bit of spectacle. I couldn’t make out many of the songs, but than I rarely can make out songs, and often go looking for lyrics (but I wasn’t buying a $20 program) The plot had a number of interesting ideas, and a certain reflection on the modern world (or perhaps just the world) There were couple of really nice ideas, often emphasized by big songs, but the few hours probably didn’t leave enough time to really tie things together, and it seemed to kind of rush from event to event – they were trying to cover an awful lot of ground.

New York: Going in Circles

Thursday, July 7

After walking through central park, my feet were a little sore. After walking around Liberty island, Ellis island, and across Manhattan, it was a more constant pain. Some sitting activities seemed in order. I’d also checked the weather, and the next day had a chance of rain, so it looked like today would be better for out-door activities.

There is a Circle Line that circumnavigates Manhattan island in the course of about three hours. I figured it would be a good place to sit down for a while. After arriving too late yesterday, I aimed for the first cruise of the day.

I probably could have gotten better pictures standing on the deck. I also wasn’t too keen on sitting in the sun for three hours, so many of the pictures have glass or frames in the way. It was a pretty interesting overview of the area. It might have been a better first thing, to get an overview of the land (except for the sitting down part)

The cruise ship narrowly fit under a couple of bridges. One rail bridge at the upper tip of Manhattan island had to rotate open to allow us through. We had to wait a moment for an Amtrak train to pass over the bridge; Later on I’d pass over on my way home as well. I figured the only way to properly represent an active event was video. Unfortunately, after I was done I saw that it was about 200MB, or about 100 full size pictures out of 700-some on the camera.

At the end of the trip, the guide mentioned Hell’s Kitchen for lunch. I’d been a little leery of the name just seeing it on the map, but he said that while it had been a troubled neighborhood, things were pretty good now. I ended up walking into a mediterranean place with large jars of spices and dried fruit for bulk sale. I saw a pastry (of which I’m forgetting the name, Bakar? Daka?) filled with feta and spinach, so I gave that a try, with yogurt. It had a very tough crust.

After that, I was kind of without plan. I remembered Coney island had come up. This was a bit farther away, in Brooklyn I think. Probably the the only time I really got away from Manhattan; I didn’t see much of it of course, although there was an awful lot of graffiti along the subway line. As a longer ride, this is also where I started taking more advantage of my iPod to start working on the podcast backlog.

Coney island has a beach, amusement rides, and a boardwalk with shops in places. I may have missed a lot beyond the immediate area of the boardwalk near the subway station. I saw the New York Aquarium and a commercial looking street for starters. I walked the boardwalk a bit to see what was in the immediate vicinity, but I still wasn’t up to too much walking. Some dark clouds started coming, and the light/dark contrast made for a few interesting pictures. I’d also thought of something else that would make for a good sitting-down activity.

I’ve been particularly interested in broadway shows, or the high price tags I guessed went with them. Still, it was an opportunity I wouldn’t have very often, and as I said, a place to sit down for a while. Of course, as a field that doesn’t interest me much, there was also the challenge of find a subject that interested me. Most of the one’s I’d seen advertised were the same one’s I’d seen advertised in Chicago, reducing the novelty a bit. I suppose the ones-advertised wasn’t the best filter to use, but I had seen one that had an interesting premise – Wicked, “The true story of the wicked witch of the west”

I had to go back to my AirBNB room to pick up the iPad and work out the details. Wicked was playing that night, and not too far away. However, the online reservation was completely sold out for some time to come. I asked my host and she said there may be still be tickets, or there might be some available earlier in the day or by lottery.

Going into the theater I was greeted by an assemblage of gears and a mechanical dragon. I wondered what show that was for, but it didn’t say. After looking around a bit I found the wait-for-cancel line, but figured it ought to at least ask at the ticket counter. Guard towards the front said there was nothing but $140 tickets left; I had to think about that for a bit, but decided I was only here once. Getting up to the head of the line, the agent told me that I had the “last seat in the house” for tomorrow’s show, at $71 (which meant it was the back, but that section is what I would have chosen anyway)

New York: Grounded, Late, and High

Wednesday, July 6

One of the few things I’d been advised to look into was the Statue of Liberty, one that I had also thought of myself. By the time I went to look up a little advance information a day or two before leaving, I discovered that it requires some planning. If you want to get into the crown, you have to reserve months in advance. Just to get into the base/museum, you need to reserve weeks in advance. Since it was neither, I had to content myself with visiting the island and looking from a distance.

Taking the subway down to Battery Park, I found the ticket booth in the remains of Castle Clinton. I also discovered an ‘airport style security’ tent at the dock. Thankfully it wasn’t modern airport style, and the sign saying backpacks were prohibited was overstating things a bit.

The ferry went around the front of the statue, perhaps unsurprisingly, to the far dock. From there I picked up an audio tour, figuring I ought to make something of the trip. I later found that the audio tours were pervasive throughout New York attractions. I probably shouldn’t be surprised to see them at Chicago attractions, if ever went to any ;^) I learned a bit about the history of the island and it’s fortress-turned-base, as well as the construction of the statue.

Going back around to the dock, I found a line stretching across the island for the return trip, and it wasn’t even noon yet. Given the prospect of a wait, I went ahead and paid the connivence premium to have lunch at the cafeteria.

After waiting my turn in the line, I arrived at Ellis Island, which had been rolled into one package. I don’t know if it was route efficiency, or the association that the statue had picked up with immigration, or perhaps both. Many people didn’t get off, so the return lines here were much shorter.

Ellis Island was a major immigration center for many years. It was shut down some time ago, and in fact fell into ruin for many years before being renovated into an immigration museum. It was an interesting peak into a different era. I also got an explanation for the unnaturally rectangular shape of the island, courtesy a series of models. It did in fact begin as a much smaller island, and gradually got expanded over the years.

After walking my feet sore yesterday, and then walking around two islands, I thought that sitting down might be a good idea, so I set off to checkout the “Circle Line” that circumnavigated Manhattan. I arrived after their last departure however, so I picked up a time schedule for tomorrow. Another place where a little planning would have helped, but trying to plan out itineraries in the face of uncertain events drives me mad.

Another thing that came up often was the Empire State building, so I headed across town to see if they were still open – I knew that one of the high buildings advertised the night view, so it seemed likely. They were in fact open, and it was still pretty light, being just past the summer solstice.

I had to walk around a bit to figure out which side of the large building had then entrance. From there I wound my way through escalators and hallways, through another airport-style-security, passed on the audio tour, and finally ended up in a line proper. For whatever reason it actually takes two elevators to get to the top, and the upper ones appear to have much lower capacity. At the mid level (80th floor) it amused me that they frosted out the windows to keep people from getting a preview of the 86th. At this point you’d already paid, so why do they care?

Up top was a pretty nice view. A interesting find the waiting area is that they once planned to have airships docking at the spire (I guess they weren’t too familiar with the local winds, or the relative non-event of widespread zeppelin travel) Nowadays the spire mainly serves as a mount for antennas, although at 86 they were still glad to upsell you for a few more floors.

New York: Into Central Park

Tuesday, July 5

Tuesday my parents dropped me off at the Middleton train station, on their way home (with, I hear, a stop in Hersey, PA) The rail system is a bit of interesting case – the station is in New York, operated by the Metro North Railroad. It heads south where the bulk of the stops operate under the NJTransit lines. After a switchover at Secaucus Junction, I then headed underground to New York City, New York Penn Station (Not to be confused with Newark Penn Station)

One of my experiments for the week was trying out AirBNB – I was helped along a little by the fairly high hotel rates. Many AirBNB listings were following along, but I found an (relatively) inexpensive one with good reviews. The location was great – just off lincoln square, which has a subway that could get many places, and transfer to the rest. The room was small, but I really only slept there, so it was no issue. The hallway also had some really interesting star pattern wood floors.

I was also a block or two away from central park, so I went out there to wander around for a bit. My host recommended getting my own food instead of eating out, so I planned to stop at a fruit stand and Trader Joe’s on the way home. On the way out, however, I couldn’t resist the novelty of a falafel from a street cart. I’d later find these everywhere, competing with the hot dog carts, smoothy carts, produce carts, and others. I guess the high hotel rates reflected high real estate prices, which makes carts a lot more practical for many business.

A bit turned into several hours, and I still missed a lot of things. Central park really is something interesting – a huge, varied, green space in the middle of Manhattan. Chicago has Millennium park, but it’s kind of off to the side, mostly flat grass, and generally a lot more squared-off and planned-looking. Central park has rocky hills that I can’t imagine being man-made and wandering paths that one could believe were paved over from beaten paths.

It’s understandably popular – even on a weekday afternoon, I don’t know that you could find a moment alone anywhere in the park. Popularity has it’s price – lots of areas were fenced off to prevent getting trampled, and lawns were marked something like 9 to dusk, I suppose to prevent camping.

There is a little of everything – shady lawns and sunny lawns, rocky hills, forested areas, lakes, streams, and a swimming pool, sports fields, numerous small playgrounds, various kinds of trails, fountains and squares, monuments, and some of the grounds were given over to the zoo and Metropolitan Museum of Art.

And an oddity: a toilet paper holder that appears to be made from an old road sign.

New York: Wedding and a Drive

Monday, July 4

Monday was the wedding proper. In particular, an aunt was entering her second marriage. We haven’t been much involved with the relatives, and the main connection, my mother, was off helping with the preparations, so I felt a little out of place amidst a bunch of strangers.

The wedding itself was somewhat non-traditional. People gathered on a sidewalk Apparently the pastor has taken to holding services there – the church is wherever the faithful gather, after all. Thankfully the weather cooperated, the possibility of it not being why church buildings are so popular. Like the unpretentious setting, the ceremony was pretty much to the point. One interesting touch was mixing two vials of colored salt into one container.

The wedding, ending around mid-day, turned immediately into the reception, with a large, perhaps even excessive, spread of food laid out nearby. Beyond the abundant chips and salsa, bread and hummus, eggs, and cupcakes, I hear there were sandwiches we never saw, perhaps for lack of table space.

Not long afterwards, we went out to a buffet for the close family. I had initially heard this as dinner, but it was practically a second lunch. The buffet had some pretty good food; perhaps someone else’s schedule precluded a longer separation. Can’t complain too much about free food anyway.

We sat down at a table with three cousins and their boyfriends. The cousins were a real hoot, constantly talking and joking. It’s a shame our paths don’t cross more often.

Afterwards, we went over the Orange County Choppers store, and my parents did buy a few souvenirs. After that, we came to the conclusion that most things would be closed on a late holiday afternoon, and set off on a scenic drive down along the Hudson. It is quite beautiful country, and we stopped at several overlooks, including one with a view of West Point military academy.

New York: Driving to Newburgh

Sunday, July 3

It so happened that a family wedding coincided (within a week anyway) with a programming conference. After a small course correction for “New York State” vs. “New York City” anyway ;^)

I drove out with my parents; their brilliant plan to avoid an extra night in an expensive New York hotel was to start driving very early. I’d say it was the butt-crack of dawn, but it was earlier than that. I believe we started at two, so I had to be up even earlier to finalize and drive down to my parents house. Despite several reminders that we could take over at any time, my father drove the whole twelve-hour (fourteen with stops) trip himself.

On the upside, we got a front row seat for dawn, with a gradual reddening of the horizon revealing valleys filled with mist, which scattered with the rising sun. Once the sun was up, we could also see many of the exposed rock formations going through the hilly country of Pennsylvania

The hotel my parents picked was right next to the Orange County Choppers store/workshop. The TV show is often on when I’m at my parent’s house, but for some reason I’d always assumed Orange County was in Florida or California.

After checking in at the hotel, we headed into Newburgh. It has a very broad broadway, although the town looks a little distressed, with rolling shutters on most storefronts. There were rumors of a picnic, but the rain we passed through on the way in put a damper on that, so we got taken out for friend chicken at the store instead.