New Yorkers are Edgy or On Edge...
Walked around in the cold attempting to do my photography assignment. We have to do a "series." I've been thinking about it a lot but haven't had time to do it. Wanted to do it over a period of a few days but looks like I'll have to do everything last minute. Anywho, I experienced some hate today more so than usual from taking people's photos. First incident was that I asked to photograph a drunk or something sitting on a chair. He didn't look that bad. I'm not all for photographing drunks or homeless but wasn't sure what he was. It's hard finding people lingering outside! As I'm photographing him, some girls walk by and one shouts "I hope she's giving you money." Then a second person walks by and says sarcastically, "that's in good taste."
Jeeze. Every one's a critic.
Walked down further on I think Allen St near the LES and some guy was at a light driving a vintage, 60's car. Photographed him. Then he gave me the finger. Photographed that. Then he drove closer to the curb and yelled that he wanted me to come over and talk to him. I said no way and walked away. I can't imagine what he would have done.
The rest of my photographic journey involved less hate and was quite pleasant although I'm not sure if I really got any decent shots. Went to a bookstore/ cafe and had a great prosciutto and mozzarella sandwich. And had a funny moment with the people sitting there. I think everyone that goes to a cafe/ bookstore alone wants to meet people. I think we all have the same fantasy of trying to look intellectual and engaged in our high brow magazines or books. Sipping expensive cappuccinos in elegantly designed mugs. Waiting for that perfect, cultured, smart guy or girl to strike up a conversion. Okay, maybe that's just me.
St. Mark's
Quickly ran downstairs to drop off my recyclables and beforehand, noticed that my heater wasn't really on. Ran into a neighbor where we proceeded to complain about the absurdity of the building. And how people left garbage in the hallway, etc. And I said that I'm often ashamed to invite friends over although it's always entertaining to hear the reaction when I say I live on St. Mark's Place. His response, "you will get over that fast."
My Favorite Shot
Took this a few weeks ago for my photo assignment. Was very thrilled when I received a positive reaction. Literally- "wow" from the teacher. Very nice to be appreciated for my art.. again. Instead um. Other stuff. Like how entertaining my life can be or how much trouble I seem to get myself into.
Monday Night Karaoke Continued
My Monday night karaoke plans got off to a rough start. After a lovely dinner with my friend (sorry spinning teacher- it was pasta!) I chilled at my apartment, killing time until 11. I thought I could hit up McSorley's, which I've actually never been to, for a drink and pre-game. I was supposed to go with a friend, but he bailed cause had to work at the last minute so I thought I could go by myself. And my favorite Solas bartender also works there. But to my chagrin, they only had beer. Am I the only person who didn't realize that? And despite it being a Monday night at 11pm, it was super crowded. I guess some people actually get off for Veteran's Day.
So I had my two beers, played with my iPhone pretending to look like I was waiting for someone. Then went home and downloaded various other iPhone applications in anticipation of being bored at the next bar. Around 12:30, I arrived at Solas. It was also fairly crowded on a Monday night. After a few drinks, I managed to do a fantastic rendition of Lauryn Hills "Can't Take My Eyes Off You." Not the easiest song to sing but I got into it. Didn't appreciate the guys behind me trying to grind up on me while I was singing. But I guess they did have a few words of encouragement and were quite enamored.
After my song, I fell into a conversation with a tall, somewhat handsome guy. Not sure how we started talking and god knows why we were talking about the things we were. In any case, he works for the state department, and long story short- tried to convince me that the Jews controlled all the money in the US. That they are mostly to blame for the financial crisis. That they are disproportionally represented in the Senate. I reminded him that as a Jewthuran, he needed to look at things from all perspectives. He said he tells his Jewish friends the same things and they somewhat agree with him. I tried to convince him that there isn't a secret network of Jews. Maybe there is.. But that rather, Jews have historically lived in the New York area and perhaps went into finance by proximity. Industry close to home.
Then we got into the Middle East and Israel. And basically agreed how insanely hard foreign politics were. And that it's hard to find a neutral ground when supporting Israel. And why we have ties to them, perhaps related to money. You get the point. It was heavy and I was fairly convinced that this guy was anti-Semitic, working for our government. Kind of scary.
To end on a brighter note, my two favorite Solas bartenders sang the last song and did a fantastic job. They sang Elton John's "Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me" which ironically, I had on my list but didn't get around to requesting. Also managed to miss my "Hit Me Baby One More Time" cause I was busy talking defending Jews. Dang. But over all. Freakin Awesome! Got home at 4am!
Monday Night Karaoke
After a lovely and relaxing Sunday/Monday afternoon spent in Schmersey with my mom and a surprisingly affectionate Mischief and Lola, I'm actually going to Karaoke at Solas. This should be interesting. Pre-gaming at McSorley's. Hmm. Will let you know about my latest adventure.
Maybe.
Another Fun & Crazy Adventure
Okay, so there's hope. Apparently there are single, cute, intelligent, interesting and funny guys out there. They just - um - don't live in New York. Yet.
Subway Fun
Went to Park Slope to babysit the most adorable, cool, inspiring family ever. Every time I go there, I'm inspired to clean up my apartment, become rich, eat healthier, find a husband and make beautiful, intelligent, sweet babies.
Anyway, I usually take a car home but ended up getting out early so told them the subway was okay. Around Rector street, there was some issue with a unauthorized person on the tracks. Wow. How much do you not want to hear that? Fortunately, I had a book, my iPhone, and time to kill so it was no biggy. Until they turned off the air, lights, etc. Still wasn't a big deal but definitely started making me nervous. I actually rarely take the subway. My favorite line was this old lady with a heavy Queens accent saying "My dawter offered to give me a ride home, but I said, 'no,' I'll take the subway home." In any case, the lights came back on just as everyone was starting to freak out.
In other news, on my way out the door, I somehow managed to bring one canvas tote, but forget my purse. It wasn't until I had gotten to the checkout at the grocery store, with my bottled water and carefully selected chocolate chip cookies, that I realized I was an idiot with no wallet. I ran back to my apartment. Someone let me in and I waited for my roommate to get out the shower- cold sweat and all, freaking out about not getting to Park Slope in time. And this is why I can't live alone.
My sister wrote an article in her college paper about binge drinking. The article was well written and articulate. But the fact that most stood out was that apparently it takes your brain a whole month to recover after a binge drinking incident. Hmmmm. That would explain a lot.
A Shocker
So here's a shocker. I'm home on a Friday night. I apologize for any of those looking to be entertained Saturday morning. But there will be none of that. Occasionally, I must give my liver and wallet a break. They thank me. Except I made the mistake of taking a luxurious nap around 8:30ish and now I'm fairly wired. Actually, I just want to dance. But I always want to dance.
Wow, I'm already boring myself with my lack of debauchery. Where's a booty call when you need one. Wait. No. Sooo kidding with that one. More like.. where's a cheesy, sappy, romantic comedy when you need one. All I have is Casablanca and that's a hard one to casually get into.
Until next time.
Oh Happy Day
I'll post more about what all this means to me but right now I'm dealing with a carb hangover. Sort of like a real hangover except brought on by too much pizza, chips and okay.. a little champagne. I think August Pollak states the general sentiment beautifully except I have a little less hatred in me. I especially like the idea that Obama's daughters are probably contimplating which puppy to get longer than McCain did in choosing Palin as a running mate.
http://www.someguywithawebsite.com/blogarchive/week_2008_11_02.html#002677
Politics
I'm being a tool and not completing my photo class assignment mainly cause I still haven't figured out how to work my flash. Anyway, I thought it was appropriate to touch on politics since I haven't done so in a while.
On Saturday, I was at a bar with a few friends- one of my very good friends who I've known is a Republican but I also know he's intelligent and have respected his view points. In fact, we rarely talk about politics cause we don't want to get into any serious arguments when it's unlikely either one of us will change our mind. Anyway, someone else I was with was curious as to who he was voting for. And his answer will forever stick in my mind and slightly terrify me. Went as follows (paraphrased)
"I'm voting for McCain and I think we should bomb the Middle East. Then bomb them again, and then again."
His angry, completely out of character response terrified me. My new friend and I argued that it was ridiculous, that you'd be killing innocent people, that all those in the Middle East aren't terrorists, that you'd be creating more animosity against the US than before, etc. But overall, the idea that people actually think this is a good idea is completely insane and a major part of the problem. Obviously hatred for Americans can run very deep and be impossible to change, but I'm sure that killing vast amounts of people would be no different than Sept. 11th and only breed more violence.
And to extend on that thought- because I just got started.. wouldn't perpetuating the war and killing all these people increase government spending? Hell.. I'm pretty sure a major war, more violence and destroying the entire Middle East would be considered Government Waste when it's not the entire Middle East causing the problem. And here's something even more contradictory to conservative Republican views. Um. If you're going to be PRO-LIFE, then how can you possibly be pro- war at the same time?? I'm sorry folks. But innocent American lives are no more valuable than innocent Iraqi lives, Afgan, etc.
Phew. I feel better now.
Hand Cuffs and Irish Men
Wow! I made it through the week! And clearly didn't try to avoid shenanigans. Thursday night, partied it up coworker style, dancing, free champagne and all. Managed to roll into work on Friday and get through a very hectic work day- followed by the third manicure of my entire life (liking the red), a short nap and then going out for Halloween.
The East Village was INSANE last night! Completely packed. I walked out with my ass hanging out (was wearing short shorts underneath). As a big breasted German Bar girl. Ahhh. Slutty. Convinced an off duty cab to take me to 83rd and 1st avenue. Hit up a house party. Then came back down to my spot.
At my spot, tried to convince other friends to join but they were mackin it. So ended up meeting Rene Magritte, cute Harvard chemistry professor (I kid you not). Then got slightly bored, walked away and met some fun Irish dudes. Irish dudes and Scottish bartender and I had a grand ole time. Long story short- Irish guy walked me home and around 6am, I found myself patiently waiting as he picked handcuffs off my wrists with my hair pin. Hmm.. just a typical night out.
Champion
I feel like a champion. I managed to accomplish everything I needed to do today including time for chillaxing. After a hectic day at work, ran over to Adorama and purchased a flash for my camera. Got a $40 discount thanks to my smile and charm. Hopefully I'll use it beyond my one assignment. Then ran through the Picture House event- i.e. where all the stock houses convene. Probably one of the most important events of the year in my industry and I should have gotten there earlier but didn't really have time to speak with that many people. Plus they give you about 5 canvas bags filled with image catalogues so within a half hour, you can't feel your arm. And I ran out of business cards.
After attempting to find a cab, I realized the smartest decision was to run back to the office and drop off my swag. Unfortunately, people were still there. Such is the life of advertising. With much pain in my feet and nearly my arm partially numb, I quickly ran to my next event downtown. Didn't find a cab until about a half a mile later. Finally arrived at my last event on Houston and Mercer filled with hot, young, dark haired, Brooklynish, artsy guys. And I mean filled. Sausage fest. But I was with two male former coworkers and in too much feet pain to work it. Plus if I didn't pick up my laundry, I'd end up going through another half-hour- what to wear situation. So sadly, I left. And in keeping with my habit of running into everyone I know, a guy from my college ran onto the elevator right before it closed.
And final accomplishment- Got my laundry! Ready for another day of insanity.
Morning Issues
Had some serious morning issues today. Tried to wear a pair of jeans that I haven't worn in months cause they didn't really fit but couldn't find any fall temperature-appropriate shirts to go with it. Basically cause I've been only buying dressed. So finally, after a half hour and about 10 wardrobe changes, I went with the purple tights/jean skirt combo. Navy blue t-shirt with purple cardigan over and brown boots. Hopefully it matches. Oy vey.
Then I left my apartment, attempted to open my umbrella and somehow in the process, managed to puncture my finger. And since bad things come in threes although obviously none of this is that bad.. every time my eye buds fell out of my ears, I'd accidentally spill my coffee trying to adjust them and hold my umbrella at the same time.
Hopefully the day will shape up better. But I have 4 major things I need to do and have no idea how I'm going to accomplish them. 1- stock photography show in the Flat Iron/ Chelsea. 2-Somehow pick up my laundry which is always conveniently out of the way from everything on 2nd avenue and 6th street. And 3. Attend some event on Houston and Broadway post work. 4. Pick up a flash at Adorama.
Um Really?
You know when you're sick or getting sick and have weirder dreams than you normally would? Well I left work early today cause I was feeling under the weather. Promptly took a long nap.. and dreamed I did it with Lindsay Lohan. Holy crap. Really? I don't know where to begin. I think I'm going straight to the gyno to get tested. And then finally finding that therapist that I've been meaning to look into. Hmmm.
Crif Dog I LOVE YOU
Today I sampled a little piece of heaven. Juicy, scrumptious, beef dog wrapped perfectly crunchy, delicious bacon, topped off with avocados and sour cream. Experience = possibly better than sex. Between Crif Dog, Two Boots, Mudd Coffee, Abaraca, 16 Handles I'm not sure if I could ever leave the East Village.
Beautiful
Call me crazy, but the most beautiful, amazing thing just happened. I have a cheap hair clip from H&M that's perfect for my hair. Hair doesn't fall out, doesn't pinch head, etc. And it broke 2 days ago. So today, I pull out this purse that I seriously haven't used in 2 years cause it was never quite the right side. I open it up, and find the exact same hair thing, but not broken.
It's going to be a good night.
The Latest Trend
While at the Photo Expo, I saw the guy from last week who was offended by my Gossip Girl comment. What are the chances? Didn't realize he was at all interested in photography. Didn't talk to him though cause he was on his cell phone and didn't see me. Also while I was sitting in a cafe having a very late lunch, I saw one of the girls that I photographed for my assignment last week. i.e. Candidly photographed. I feel like this is going to happen a lot. Need to get comfortable asking people to photograph them. Hmmm.
Wow. Weather was insane. Windy. Rainy. How much do I not want to leave my apartment right now. But have a bachelorette party to attend.