Shake your bouteille
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pseydtonneChristmas Eve, Christmas and Staxmas were fine and dandy. Then I got to work on Boxing Day, where I puked through my nose. Yeah, you didn't experience it. Good thing I could squirt water up my nose with a leftover bottle.
I haven't posted during the holidays because I've been a little depressed, a little busy and a little happy. The radio play went very well, although I must've really overdone it with the screaming because my throat is hurting.
It's my first day of work in the new year. I'm sitting at my desk, playing with a bottle of water that has a huge cylinder of ice at the bottom. I'd left this liter container with maybe a third of its water in my car for a couple days. I poured some water from another bottle into it and shook the water to get it cold. Then I turned the bottle upside down and back over and over, watching the bubbles seep slowly then quickly through the gaps. Eventually the piston of ice was moving too fast to be interesting.
There are five water bottles on my office desk, of which three have water in them. Do I need them all? Of course not. Do i plan to toss any of them? Just Piston Boy, since I already have a much more interesting bottle from Poland which holds a liter and a half.
I don't remember bottled water when I was a kid. I don't remember when I started buying bottled water regularly, either. The only reference point I have is when I first saw a local brand of bottled water in the supermarket that used to be across the street from my parents' house. That store closed while I was in college, possibly earlier.
The brand of water was Nirvana. It came out well before the band used the name, possibly 1988. I just remember thinking the water was kinda nasty and that it came from Forestport, a hick town about half an hour north of Utica. I drove passed their plant a couple times on the way to Watertown or Canada and would laugh at seeing the word "Nirvana" along a two-lane road that stopped being a four-lane a few miles back.
I drove to Atlanta during Hurricane Katrina, back on Labor Day weekend of 2005. On my way back through South Carolina, I picked a bottle of water that pretended to be for rednecks. I liked the conceit of it. Then I got home and looked more closely at the label: it had been bottled at the Nirvana plant in Forestport.
When one drives along I-95 from New Jersey through Virginia, one can find lots of WaWa convenience stores. They're a chain out of Philadelphia and they're probably the most consistent convenience stores I've ever found. There's always a deli and the sandwiches are decent. The coffee stays fresh, as do the Tastykakes and Goldenberg Chews from Baltimore. The oddest part of WaWa is that they only sell two brands of bottled water: Evian and their house brand. The label says "Wawa, PA" for WaWa's offices (actually Media, PA) but the bottler is still Nirvana of Forestport.
I'm starting to think this one lake or well or who knows what is the only economic power in Oneida County other than Saranac Beer. Forestport is in my home county and a few miles north of the local reservoir, so it could be the same tap water I grew up with.
The shrapnel of travel become the best jumping points for stories. I will attempt to tell some tales based on the remnants from my travels in the last few years. I tried a different kind of water every chance I had, especially in France.
More soon...
I haven't posted during the holidays because I've been a little depressed, a little busy and a little happy. The radio play went very well, although I must've really overdone it with the screaming because my throat is hurting.
It's my first day of work in the new year. I'm sitting at my desk, playing with a bottle of water that has a huge cylinder of ice at the bottom. I'd left this liter container with maybe a third of its water in my car for a couple days. I poured some water from another bottle into it and shook the water to get it cold. Then I turned the bottle upside down and back over and over, watching the bubbles seep slowly then quickly through the gaps. Eventually the piston of ice was moving too fast to be interesting.
There are five water bottles on my office desk, of which three have water in them. Do I need them all? Of course not. Do i plan to toss any of them? Just Piston Boy, since I already have a much more interesting bottle from Poland which holds a liter and a half.
I don't remember bottled water when I was a kid. I don't remember when I started buying bottled water regularly, either. The only reference point I have is when I first saw a local brand of bottled water in the supermarket that used to be across the street from my parents' house. That store closed while I was in college, possibly earlier.
The brand of water was Nirvana. It came out well before the band used the name, possibly 1988. I just remember thinking the water was kinda nasty and that it came from Forestport, a hick town about half an hour north of Utica. I drove passed their plant a couple times on the way to Watertown or Canada and would laugh at seeing the word "Nirvana" along a two-lane road that stopped being a four-lane a few miles back.
I drove to Atlanta during Hurricane Katrina, back on Labor Day weekend of 2005. On my way back through South Carolina, I picked a bottle of water that pretended to be for rednecks. I liked the conceit of it. Then I got home and looked more closely at the label: it had been bottled at the Nirvana plant in Forestport.
When one drives along I-95 from New Jersey through Virginia, one can find lots of WaWa convenience stores. They're a chain out of Philadelphia and they're probably the most consistent convenience stores I've ever found. There's always a deli and the sandwiches are decent. The coffee stays fresh, as do the Tastykakes and Goldenberg Chews from Baltimore. The oddest part of WaWa is that they only sell two brands of bottled water: Evian and their house brand. The label says "Wawa, PA" for WaWa's offices (actually Media, PA) but the bottler is still Nirvana of Forestport.
I'm starting to think this one lake or well or who knows what is the only economic power in Oneida County other than Saranac Beer. Forestport is in my home county and a few miles north of the local reservoir, so it could be the same tap water I grew up with.
The shrapnel of travel become the best jumping points for stories. I will attempt to tell some tales based on the remnants from my travels in the last few years. I tried a different kind of water every chance I had, especially in France.
More soon...
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