Category Archives: Stamford

Fingers

Posted on September 18, 2018 by d4vid

A favorite singer/songwriter/guitarist of mine, David Wilcox, took a request from an audience member one time when I was seeing him in concert.  It was an older song of his, one he played rarely.  After fumbling around on the fretboard … Continue reading →

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Overlap

Posted on September 15, 2018 by d4vid

I walked outside to discover several of the nearby streets were blocked to traffic.  An arts fair was overlapping with a farmer’s market.  (Apparently it’s a thing on summer weekends.)

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Branch

Posted on September 15, 2018 by d4vid

How has it taken me this long to realize that I’m living in the same Stamford as “the Stamford Branch” of Dunder-Miflin from the U.S. The Office? (On the left is the view out my window of the Long Island … Continue reading →

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Leaves

Posted on September 14, 2018 by d4vid

I saw this DVD lying in the leaves next to this sidewalk.  My immediate thought was “Not idly do the discs of Jackson fall.”

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Staples

Posted on September 10, 2018 by d4vid

I ate a banana.  It tasted like a banana. I ate an avocado.  It tasted like an avocado. Stamford’s tap water, however, smells like pool water.  (I haven’t been this wary of water since China).  I’ll be sticking with bottled … Continue reading →

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Oil

Posted on September 9, 2018 by d4vid

Before I moved, a friend from New Jersey told me that pizza in Connecticut was “a thing” but I scoffed.  He was right.  It’s definitely a thing here.  Not only New Haven-style pizza, but a Stamford-specific area variety called “hot … Continue reading →

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A-brewin’

Posted on September 8, 2018 by d4vid
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Brutalist

Posted on September 7, 2018 by d4vid

I was shocked to discover that this decrepit Macy’s was, in fact, still alive and open.  The exterior made me think of the post-apocalyptic line from Douglas Coupland‘s Shampoo Planet where if “consumer culture went poof! overnight” we’d all be … Continue reading →

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Basics

Posted on September 7, 2018 by d4vid

My stuff still hasn’t arrived yet.  But at least I still have the most important thing:  teh Interwebz. Also, my living room without carpet and furniture has the most awesome reverb.  I keep whistling Angelo Badalamenti cues.

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Books

Posted on September 7, 2018 by d4vid

I haven’t lived this close to a library since Pardee Tower at USC.  (Wait, wait.  I now realize that I’ve inadvertently lied several posts back.  I lived on the top floor of Pardee, so I guess I sort of have lived in … Continue reading →

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Penthouse

Posted on September 4, 2018 by d4vid

I’ve never lived in a Penthouse.  Not even Tenpenny Tower in Fallout 3.  (You’re welcome, citizens of Megaton.  You owe me one.)  From the balcony and living room window, looking southeast, I can see the Long Island Sound and Long … Continue reading →

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Blue II

Posted on September 2, 2018 by d4vid

I noticed at the Stop & Shop that all the beer & wine cooler cases had covers pulled down over them.  Suspicious, I looked up Connecticut alcohol sale laws on my phone.  Sure enough, it’s illegal here to sell alcohol … Continue reading →

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Impressions

Posted on September 2, 2018 by d4vid

My first impression of Stamford CT is that it is very sleepy.  Maybe it was because it was a Sunday at 6pm or maybe it was because of the Labor Day weekend, but who knows?  Traffic was light and most … Continue reading →

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Unseen

Posted on September 2, 2018 by d4vid

I had rented a penthouse at the AVA Stamford sight unseen.  This was my first glimpse of the building.  (My place should be the second or third balcony from the left.)  Won’t be able to pick up my keys until … Continue reading →

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