Triscribe

Author: F C

  • The Day Before The Day Before

    Friday was the day that lasted the week. It included purchasing a burial plot for my parents, recovering the car from the movie people (they dumped it 9 blocks away with a $45 fine — boycott the movie version of RENT, folks), going to the funeral home.

    Saturday was spent finding where the Kings County Morgue is to release the body to the funeral home people as well as getting appropriate clothes.

    Sunday my bro came in. I bought Italian cross buns after receiving visions of baked goods, I kid you not.

    Monday was when all of the final arrangements were made. It took three hours. More Italian food. Emails went to everyone.

    Today was spent taking care of paperwork for my mom, and scraping up the cash for Thursday and Friday. Going to the airport to pick up my mom’s relatives.

    I’m OK mostly because P– has been propping me up. Every other hour the sadness wells up and I have to force it back down before it gushes out uncontrollably. I still have to work on the eulogy tonight.

  • Last Exit

    “Pop” — my father — died this morning. I got the call from my mother at about 3 am. P- drove me to the house, where half a dozen cops were present, including several Chinese cops and a Chinese sergeant, which I was surprised. Thankfully, he passed away peacefully in his sleep.

    Upon leaving, P-‘s car was towed because of a film shoot. 5 hours later after frantic calling to every city hotline, we discover it is 8 blocks away.

    Today I am going to make arrangements for the funeral. I have no idea how much this will cost, or whether it will be affordable, or even how it is to be done. But I have to do what I can to cherish his memory.

  • Chinatown facade

    Made a quick run to DC’s Chinatown during a break Tuesday. The traditional gate is very impressive – it’s at least 5 stories tall. However, there was a definite dearth of Chinese people around. There were about four blocks of quasi-Chinatown, but apparently someone told these people that everyone has to have Chinese on their signs whether they are actually Chinese or not. So the Irish pubs, the CVS, and the brick oven pizza all have Chinese signage. It’s nice but it’s kind of just trying too hard.

  • Having the constitution thrown at you

    This morning as I was walking to the Farragut North station, a strong breeze knocked down a Constitution Street street sign, nearly nailing a woman on the head. Amazingly she wasn’t hurt.

  • The District

    Day one of the convention is over; now it’s off to check in and find some food. We’re thinking about this sushi restaurant a few blocks away on Eye street and 19th.

  • Book: Brooklyn or Brookline

    A woman with airline baggage sits across from me on the Metro. She reads "The Great Gatsby". Looking at the top edge, I see it is stamped "Brookline Public Library", an imposter of the library I grew up with.

  • In dc

    Just arrived. Had the hardest time finding the bridge to the metro. The signage is all confused with the ground transport signs.

    Crossing the Potamac is much like crossing over the Spyuten Dyvil.

    I have about 10 minutes to make it to the red train and the conference site.

  • BQE

    Everyone’s cutting each other on the bqe on the way to LaGuardia. P’s driving.

  • Somewhere Sideways

    P and I got the chance to see Sideways yesterday. She spent most of the movie yelling "pigs" or "gross" (drinking from the wine spitoon). I thought that the movie was basically Seinfeld in Wine Country. It was a whole lot about nothing.

  • On the Road Again

    Pay attention to the map on the right side of the page. I’m going on the road again for the next three weeks. Washington, DC on Monday. Tokyo on Saturday. Nagoya the following Saturday. Taipei the Tuesday after that. I am so not packed for this. Well, I have two days..