I have loved "Peanuts" from a very young age. I much preferred Schulz's relatively quiet strip to the spastic noise of Looney Toons and Disney, and my parents often found me in time for dinner hiding under the piano with my nose in a Peanuts book. I cried the day Charles Schulz died, because he was the creator of some of my best childhood friends. In case you hadn't yet come across it in the stores, The Complete Peanuts is Fantagraphics' complete collection of 50 years of the Schulz strip in 25 books. To get all 25 (they're up to the sixth collection, 1961-1962 at the moment) would cost a hefty chunk of change, but I'm very tempted, if only to revisit old childhood friends.
There's a review of the collection over at The High Hat.
Will Self walks really, really far. (via Critical Mass) Part of me thinks he might be incredibly pretentious for doing this. But that doesn't stop me from wishing I could do the same. Just walk the whole way.
I have a hometown friend who came to visit New York a few years ago to do some research work. All of my childhood friends (excluding the Peanuts kids) have developed interesting adulthood quirks, and as I hadn't seen him since high school, I was curious to see what his was. I was highly amused when I found out: He refused to take public transportation. Was it a hygiene thing? No. "I have two good legs, what's wrong with using them?" He started this while living in London, and stuck to it in every city he has lived in or visited. So on the day I met up with him, we walked everywhere. From 55th & 8th to 26th & 6th, then onward to 10th & 5th. In the pouring rain. Uphill both ways. No, it was really raining. My white wool stockings were never the same.
Until I took that walk with him, I don't think I ever realized how close everything is in this city. Really. I have come to rely far too much on public transportation. When the weather is nice, I should remember that I, too, have two good legs. I don't think I will try to make it to JFK on foot for my next flight, but 40 blocks shouldn't be out of the question if the sun is shining and I have the time to kill. As long as it doesn't make me pretentious.
I won again. This must be my week.