Disparates

This word is truly a faux ami, a false friend, English/Spanish. In Spanish it means crazy, outlandish things, while in English it just means things slightly off kilter.

I’m ready for a week of disparates, in either language, as I head off to New York on Sunday. Three days of this will be on my own, satisfying a tiny part of me that is unequivocally urban. I want to walk in crowded streets, smell the New York subway, be hustled and bustled and totally anonymous. Then I will meet up with my sister, who similarly has a tiny urban kernel though she’s a mommy in a small Maine town. We will walk miles and look at 19th century interiors and talk and catch up and be sisters.

There are so many things to do in New York. I will not be taking a camera, mine having disappeared in early January: but I finished binding a journal last night for my trip, a sketchbook in Sundance Felt and Canson Mi-Teintes. I might be looking for disparates (Spanish) to do in order to get some interesting sketching opportunties…