Koalas and 3-cushion Billiards in New York City

Erie, Pennsylvania - one o'clock in the morning. The bus is already 20 minutes late. The station is closed; I'm outside trying to keep warm. A taxi pulls up and drops off a very small man with one suitcase and one backpack. He approaches me and mutters something completely incomprehensible. I pull out a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips, crack it open and offer him some; I mean he was really skinny. He asks something again, and this time I understand a bit better: "What time the bus is?"
I answer in my most neutral traveling English, "Twenty minutes ago".
I'll spare you the impossibly language-barriered exchange and summarize.
 The guy is from Thailand, FOB. His name is Ski. He looks like he is 13 years old but is probably 20 or so. He arrived a couple of weeks before with a visa and a job aligned at a spa somewhere in the vicinity of Erie. He didn't like the job, "boss no good". He quit. He had heard from someone, somewhere that there was a spa in *NO IDEA HOW TO TRANSCRIBE WHAT HE SAID* and another person told him the bus went there, leaving at 1 am from Erie.

 I try to explain to him gently how screwed he is; he seems to get it. You can't buy tickets on the bus. The bus is not going where he needs to go. It's -5 deg. C outside and he has a light jacket. He does not have a place to stay in Erie; he burnt bridges at the previous job; he doesn't have cab fare or any money really to get back to warmth. I started telling him that it's too cold to sleep outside and he could consider calling the police.
After much back and forth, I figure out that he wants to go to a small town in the Pocono Mountains, clear on the other side of the state. He has been grossly misinformed, or there has been a communication failure. The only bus leaving from Erie was the one to Buffalo, which I am taking on my way to NYC. That bus is not going anywhere near his destination. He was hoping to be at work in the morning. He does not have a bus ticket, and the station is closed. He is visibly hungry, and freezing his tiny frame to death in the early April winds of Erie midnights.

 An old SUV comes screeching around the corner. A guy in a wifebeater and leather jacket gets out of the driver's seat. He's drinking Pepto-Bismol straight from the bottle. He's in a GREAT mood for some reason. Possibly drunk, but likely some other type of substance abuse. He walks up to check the bus schedules which are posted next to the window. When he sees Ski, he says "You're still here? From this morning?" and Ski mumbles something which I understood to mean "No, I went somewhere but came back when I was told the bus would leave here at 1." The Pepto-Bismol dude, in spite of his confidence and good mood, does not radiate trustworthiness. Rather, just plain weirdness. He gets back in his seat, rolls down the window and says, "Com'on guys, get in my car, warm up for a bit." I ignore him, and Ski notices this. Ski goes back and forth looking at me and Pepto and finally goes and opens the passenger door. He pokes his head in, mumbles something inaudible. Then I hear an incredulous Pepto say very loudly, "What? You want to come sleep at my house..." and then "You don't have any guns do you?" and finally, "Alright hop in". I help him get his luggage in the back and wish both of them luck.
I have no idea how Ski will go forward from there. He's out of money, doesn't know where he is going, probably doesn't really have a job lined up the way he thinks he does. I won't even go into whether his visa is still valid if he just quit his previous job etc.
 So they went on their way, improbably connected. Good luck to you, Ski!

 The rest of the trip was uneventful, with stops in Buffalo and Syracuse in the middle of the night.

My main interest for coming to New York, was to visit two very famous pool rooms.

Carom Café

3402 Linden Pl
Flushing, NY 11354

1 718.358.8585

Located in Queens, this room has housed most of the best American 3-cushion players for the last decade or more.

11 Full size, heated 3-cushion tables
2 Korean 4-ball tables (8')

20 Full size American Pool tables

3 Full size Snooker tables

6 ping-pong tables



This has got to be one of the best places in the world to play 3-cushion. An employee vacuums the table after every game. They are super well-maintained, as you would expect from a place owned (from what I understand) first by Sang Lee, and now by Michael Kang. Regulars include Pedro Piedrabuena, Hugo Patino, Ira Lee, Sonny Cho and many others.

I watched a lot of 3-cushion, in particular Ira Lee and Hugo Patino who are practice buddies.
I played a game of Uniards with Hugo Patino, who had never played the game. It was a blast. He would get all excited about certain shots, saying something like, "Oh, I ALWAYS double kiss THIS one!" Turns out he would play the game by placing an imaginary red ball on the table and figuring out which normal 3-cushion shot would habitually kiss double-kiss the white ball after 3 rails. Interesting. Ira Lee validated that it was the technique he also used when playing Uniards.

Vacuuming the tables after every match

Korean 4-ball table (8', unheated)

Sonny Cho (L) and Michael Kang watching the NCAA finals

Hugo Patino

Ira Lee

--Geological Interlude--


One of the reasons behind my decision to cross the North American continent overland was to be able to observe firsthand some of the most beautiful geology in the world, in particular in the American West. Although you may not think of New York City as being particularly interesting from a geological point of view, I was convinced otherwise by one of my favorite blogs, Friends of the Pleistocene (Twitter : @Geoturn).
The Friends of the Pleistocene explore the interactions of humans with the geological, often in a poetic, artful manner. They did an entire series on New York City - one of my favorite posts explores the geology behind the Federal Reserve Bank of New York. As a member (yes, I am a paying member of fan club of a particular geological time period), I also received a nifty booklet - New York City is a Geological Force.
You can expect more pictures and possibly some stories about geological goodies in future posts.


--End Geological Interlude--

Delicious Manhattan Indian food with fellow traveler and awesome person (hi Lana!)

The following day, it was time to visit Manhattan and meet up with a traveler I had first met on a bus in Norway who had recently moved to the City. We had a great time discussing language, music, food and a myriad of other subjects over some great coffee and then Indian food. After that, I walked to Amsterdam Billiards.

Amsterdam Billiards
110 East 11th Street
New York, New York 10003
Phone: 212-995-0333
http://amsterdambilliardclub.com/

25 Brunswick pool tables
Ping pong, darts, foosball, pinball, and beer pong.

Mika Immonen playing at "home"

Home to Mika Immonen, player of the decade, and to several other touring pros such as Jennifer Baretta and Tony Robles, this room came with high expectations, which... were not met, unfortunately. The space is terribly cluttered, and the low ceilings do not help. I realize this is Manhattan and space is at a premium, but the plethora of support columns, brass barriers and railings, chairs and tables, and tight walking corridors are not my idea of a great place to play or watch pool.

Cluttered space, low ceilings... not my favorite type of poolroom

Redeeming quality - 3 pinball machines!

  I left Amsterdam Billiards a bit underwhelmed but with awesome plans to go see my favorite DJ in a concept art gallery/concert performance in Brooklyn :)



Kid Koala
www.kidkoala.com

Melodic Turntablist
Artist, sculptor, cartoonist
One of the most creative people in the world
My favorite living musician





As part of a launch series for his new comic and soundtrack, Space Cadet, Kid Koala happened to be performing in Brooklyn while I was there. I had seen Kid Koala in concert many times before, in Baltimore, New York City, Tennessee, and probably other places too.
Kid Koala is not your traditional disk jockey. He is the only person I know that can create a jazz trumpet solo by changing the speed of records, juggling 4 turntables live with a signature, mature yet lighthearted sound.

PvP Pinball!

The show started with a cocktail/gaming hour on the upper level, overlooking the stage. He and his wife had created many arcade-type games that guests were invited to play in order to try to win lottery tickets used to enter drawings for free stuff during the concert. Games included PvP pinball, "turn your face into an asteroid", and plenty of other little creative installations. There was also lots of art and sculptures, including an intriguing little garden of alien flowers, and various electronic music creation instrument hybrids such as a voicepiano and TVurntables.

After some sangria (made by Kid Koala himself), guests were invited to go downstairs and don wireless headphones - this concert was played at your own volume. It was actually interesting to remove the headphones during the concert and observe a dead silent theater full of hip young concert goers sitting on giant beanbag rolls, rocking out calmly to the best DJ in the world.

The giant beanbag roll concert pit, seen from the art/gaming gallery

Kid Koala spinning in his koala suit, as he does.

I had won a few tickets playing the games, and sure enough one of my numbers got called during the show and I won a copy of the new Space Cadet comic w00t. 


Next stop, Toronto. Stay tuned.