as a work offsite, i went kayaking on the open sea, er, hudson river, today (the right job can give you a semblance of a energetic, interesting life to onlookers). the instructors assured us that the water was safe, but we saw a totally obliviated pigeon and several latex gloves that made us cynical new york bastards think otherwise. the kayaking was fun, though—beautiful, sunny but not too hot weather (that gave me a healthy glow that's rapidly becoming sunburn), and if you didn't focus on it too much the water felt great. now i'm sitting in my landlocked third-floor apartment and it feels like it's swaying—or is that because i'm hearing the wavy ending of in limbo?