Chlorine

So I've been going to the Columbia gym about once a day since I got here.  The gym is actually entirely underground, underneath the main quad.  And the path that I walk must go right on top of the pool, because it always smells of chlorine.  And I've been realizing that the smell of chlorine is a very happy one for me -- it's linked very strongly with memories of endless summer days by the pool, where the hardest choice was whether to play Marco Polo or do to handstands in the shallow end.  I just thought it was funny how such a mundane, industrial smell can instantaneously put me in a good mood.  Are there smells that do that for you? 

Boston - Friday night and Saturday

So for Labor Day weekend, Daniel and I went up to Boston to celebrate our 4-year anniversary (on September 8).  We both took buses from our respective cities, and met up at the Boston bus station around 11:30 pm on Friday night.  I really enjoyed my bus ride -- it was on Megabus, leaving from Penn Station.  They just told us to meet on a random street corner, but when you get there, they have this whole efficient operation in place.  Buses are leaving literally every 5 or 10 minutes -- to Baltimore, Boston, Philly, DC, you name it -- so they have 2 or 3 guys directing incoming buses, having people form lines for each destination, and then announcing boarding.  I was very impressed -- all those steps only took like 10 minutes, from the bus stopping to the bus leaving again. 

I took Megabus from NYC to Boston

The lobby of the Ames Hotel

Guestroom in the Ames Hotel

Inside the Paramount

Typical food at Paramount for brunch

I had fun riding up to Boston since I managed to get the front seat on the 2nd floor of the bus.  So I had this huge, expansive window in front of me and I had a great view of all the stuff we were driving by.  I got a good glimpse at the new Yankee stadium on the way out of NYC!  On the way up there, we ran into Hurricane Earl on the outskirts of Boston, but it really wasn't much, just a rainstorm.  So Daniel and I met up at the bus station and caught a taxi to our hotel, the Ames Hotel, right in the middle of Boston. We were right next to 2 subway stations, and across the street from the Old State House, one of the key landmarks on the Freedom Trail.  Since we were tired from our trips, we went to bed like right away.   The next morning, we asked our hotel concierge for a good place to have brunch.  We tells us it's the Paramount, in the Beacon Hill section of Boston.  It was about a 15 minute walk over there, but really lovely, since we walked through Boston Commons and the quaint residential sections of Beacon Hill.  But, the Paramount was SO good that everyone in Boston knows it's good, so there was like a 1 hour wait.  We waited it out, though, partly because we'd already waited awhile, partly because we were hungry and the food looked good, and partly because we had just gotten to Boston and had no idea of another place to eat.  The Paramount is a made-to-order place, so you grab a tray, tell 'em what you want, you see it being made, and then you pick it up and pay for it.  I got some delicious chocolate chip pancakes and then ate some fruit from Daniel's fruit bowl : ) 

The red brick line -- the Freedom Trail!

Granary burying ground

Mosaic at the site of the first public school

With our stomachs full, we set off to conquer the Freedom Trail.  The Freedom Trail is a collection of historic buildings in Boston -- churches, graveyards, houses, statues, monuments, etc.  But they're not marked or labeled, so they make some money by selling you booklets that guide you along the path (which is marked on the street by a brick red line!), or by going on guided tours.  I bought a booklet in the visitor's center, and we set off.  The weather was absolutely perfect, so we took our time strolling through Boston Commons. One interesting stop was Granary burying ground, where Sam Adams, John Hancock, etc. are buried. The gravestones were mostly from 1660-1800ish, and alot of them were in bad shape and illegible, as you would think after 300 years. But there a couple that were crystal clear, and it was amazing.  People have started leaving pennies on the famous guys' headstones, for good luck I guess. We wandered to some other churches and graveyards, and then went to the site of the first public school.  There was a beautiful old building in the Federal style, marble with columns, but it's been turned into a Ruth's Chris Steakhouse.  Still, there was a pretty mosaic on the sidewalk outside commemorating the public school. 

Me in front of the Old State House and Boston Massacre Site

Next was the Old State House, which is the only building on the Freedom Trail with its own museum and gift shop and stuff.  They had a little tour about the site of the Boston Massacre, which was right outside, and it was basically a narrative of what happened that night, and how it was used by the rebels as propaganda for their cause.  The museum inside was pretty interesting, a basic overview of revolutionary Boston and a room of artifacts.  Daniel found the cane that Senator Preston Brooks (from South Carolina) used to beat another Senator with, from the debates about slavery before the Civil War.

After the Old State House, we wandered to Faneuil Hall.  It was pretty touristy, with street performers, souvenir vendors, and chain stores.  The actual historic building has a food marketplace on the first level, and the historic meeting room on the second level, which is actually still used for a lot of civic events.  We ended up eating at a pub there, because we had to quickly catch the subway to go to a Boston Red Sox game!

Us in front of Faneuil Hall

We took the T to Fenway Park, and our seats ended up being great!  They were like in the first level on the 1st base line.  Definitely the closest seats I've ever had at a game, and the view was amazing.  We got some typical stadium food, like beer and icecream.  Unfortunately, the Red Sox lost to the Chicago White Sox : (

The view from our seats

More to come on Sunday and Monday's activities tomorrow....

Columbia University!

So this past weekend was pretty brutal in terms of packing and moving out of my Philadelphia apartment.  It was really hot out and it's just so much harder packing when you have furniture and kitchen stuff.  It's not fun like moving into a dorm is, when all you have to do is bring clothes and school supplies.  And to make it even worse, the elevators in my building randomly stopped working both days we were moving out -- and since I'm on the 6th floor, it was impossible to move heavy stuff without them.  So we eventually got everything together -- in 1 rented UHaul truck and our minivan.  On Monday we drove from NJ to NYC; it wasn't too bad, but we had to wait awhile on the George Washington Bridge because of traffic.  We got here around 9, and I went to the housing office to get my keys -- they herded you back into a conference room in groups of 10, and gave you a stack of papers you had to sign.  They had a PowerPoint presentation of a photo of each form, telling you where you had to sign.  I was impressed, it made it very efficient.  But of course I got stuck with international students and people with wives and children, all of which require special forms and stuff.

So my apartment building is basically a brownstone.  It's pretty small, only 6 floors, with 4 apartments on each floor.  We had to hire 2 moving guys to move my coach and bed and stuff, because the elevator is the tiniest one I've ever seen -- the opening is actually only 20 inches wide.  My apartment is pretty nice, it has new hardwood floors, and the living room is at least double the size of the one in my Philly apartment. My bedroom is a tad bigger as well, so I can fit my desk in it, which is nice. The only tough things are sharing the common space in the bathroom and kitchen -- I'm not used to only having half a medicine cabinet, and half the fridge, and half the kitchen cabinets.

Our apartment is ungodly hot, since we're on the top floor and it's like 97 degrees out.  The first day we met a girl in the hardware store on my corner, and she looked familiar, but I didn't say anything.  She had an extra air conditioner that she was offering to us for cheap. And when my parents went to go pick it up, it turns out I knew her from Princeton! Small world.  Anyway, because in NYC if you install the air conditioner wrong, it could fall many stories down, they require you to get a professional person to install it.  So I had no idea who to contact, so for the first couple of days I was sitting here in the heat with an AC unit literally sitting right in front of me, but no way to use it.  Eventually I found some people and they installed it yesterday, and it's made my life so much better.  When it's that hot, it's almost impossible to even think straight, I would basically just sit in my room and not be able to move, because the heat would make me feel so tired and sluggish.

Anyway, that's a little bit about the move out of Philly and my apartment.  More to come on orientation : )