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Orlando and Sandy

Quick update before we start the trip for real tomorrow. Got into Orlando around a quarter to six yesterday (Tuesday, the 30th), there was a limo driver with a sign waiting for us outside of security, very swanky. Had a nice dinner at Citron, the “American Brasserie” in the JW Marriott—we’re actually staying at the Ritz-Carlton next door, they said we were underdressed for their restaurants (just joking…Norman’s had a special function, and the steak place was of no interest to us). The food was nice and fresh and very well-executed: had a beautifully tasteful salad of frisée, bacon, apple, and goat cheese over a squash puree with just the lightest of dressing, and a tender arctic char with awesomely crisp skin on a bed of faro risotto. Frankly, it kind of caught us off-guard, we were not expecting so good for merely resort food, kudos to Marriott. Here is a picture of an art glass bamboo installation in the “JW” (as we like to call it) on our walk back to the Ritz after dinner—striking both for the glass coloration and mottling, as well as the characterful sculpting of the stalks (justice not properly done by my crappy phone camera):

Today (Wednesday) was just a lounging-around day before the reception and kick-off dinner for the trip. After breakfast, we took a walk along the waterway in back of the resort. Here’s a picture of Mom, with the golf course across the water (sorry, no Instagram).

It was actually only about 65 degrees around then, never got above 70 or so today, though it was sunny and nice out. All of the locals were complaining of the cold weather, don’t know if it was due to after-effects from the hurricane.

Speaking of hurricanes, this trip had been shaping up eerily like our planned trip to New York last year, which was canceled by Hurricane Irene. Mom heard about Sandy like a week before our departure and was fearing the worst kind of déjà vu, only more expensive this time. I looked at the weather maps and assured her that the hurricane would pass by Florida three or four days before we flew, so there was probably no worry there. But on further ponderation, after the trajectory of the storm became more apparently, it hit me that maybe the expedition crew and experts and other guests coming in from the northeast may be thwarted in the same way we were last year, and that would put a damper on the trip, if not severely cripple it. I actually called the travel company (TCS) on Monday to see if they could tell us how things were tracking for the trip, and was relieved to hear that they had a total handle on things. All experts and staff and just about every guest routed or re-routed as needed (only one couple from New York, an uncertainty). As it turns out, there was actually a couple that we met at the reception who said that they actually drove down from Philly once they realized that all flights down were going to be canceled, thus spitting in the eye of the storm (so to speak).

The reception and dinner tonight were nice, it seemed like more than the sixty something people (that’s number, as well as age, haha) that were supposed to be there, but I think that was due to generally lively interaction and overall energy. Had some very nice dinnertime conversation with a variety of folks. Tomorrow we get up early for breakfast and a flight to Guatemala. Any questions?

Edit: by the way, I know that “fearing the worst kind of déjà vu” doesn’t really make sense, you either have it or you don’t; I should have said that she was “fearing the worse kind of groundhog day” or something like that [told you I couldn’t stop editing]

Semel In Vita

“Say something in Latin”.

Semper Fi“.

“Too militaristic (or ‘fanatical’, as Aaron Sorkin would say), say something else”.

Mens et Manus“.

“Too obscure and too geeky, try again”.

Carpe diem“.

“Better, but…”

…so damned cliché. And too imperative. Maybe I don’t want to seize anything right now. Maybe I want to let go of something right now instead, or get away from something, or maybe even just do nothing right now. That’s my prerogative (as long as I’m not hurting too many people, I guess). So I get that “carpe diem” means “look around you”, “don’t miss out”, “don’t blow it”, “don’t let the big one get away”…nice idea, but life can’t be about seizing all the time. What’s the kinder, gentler version of looking around and not missing out? What’s the version that allows for us to seize when seizing is in order, and let go when letting go is in order…the version that factors a free, floating bliss into the equation? Maybe it has to do with an awareness of where we’re at, and how we’re doing, and what we need—or don’t need—in our lives right now.

Semel in vita“, once in a lifetime. Not a command, or a directive, but rather just a simple statement. And it doesn’t have to do necessarily with big adventures, like a trip around the world, but rather with all things that happen: big or little things, everyday things, and things every day. And what should we do with those things? I don’t know. I guess, maybe just recognize that each thing comes by once—at least in its particular, current incarnation—, and we can figure out what we think about it, and can decide what we want to do about it. Whether to love it or leave it, or whatever else.

Which brings us to this blog. Ostensibly, it is to chronicle our big trip (me and Mom), and in particular, to tell of the famous and iconic places we will visit, and to capture something of the daily adventures and happenings relative to the larger journey, as we travel around the world. But maybe it is also to put the trip itself in perspective relative to the larger flow of everything in the world (in a Mandelbrotian kind of way). So we’ll try and document the sites, and the activities, and the things we see (and eat and smell and touch, etc.). But hopefully (or am I supposed to say, “it is to be hoped”?), we will also be able to say something about how we feel about them. And presumably (“it is to be presumed”), there will be things that we seize, and things that we do not. I would like for us to treat each moment as unique, to give each moment its due regard, and to add it (or let it be added) to the registry of the journey (in any/every denotative sense of the word).

So, as this blowhard introduction makes clear, a blog is a dangerous thing in some people’s hands. I tend to overthink everything (except for the things I underthink—there is probably no in-between). I have resisted starting blogs in the past, mostly because I fiercely guard my privacy as a matter of principle and being, but also because I know I will never stop thinking and rethinking about every entry. I will never stop editing. Alfred Slote says in this video (sent to me by Bruce), that he always wrote his books on a typewriter because “a typewriter is a writing machine, [but] a computer is an editing machine”. So, maybe I should be doing this blog (and perhaps everything else in life) on a typewriter, and not a computer. Somehow, it would be truer. Anyway, for the sake of being able to keep all of you (family and friends) updated on our journey, I will try and conquer my thinking and editing demons, and post entries that actually convey some information you might be interested in (unlike this one). I’ll also try and get Mom to write some posts of her own. I wonder which will be the tougher challenge.