new york city

Tudor City

I went exploring around where I work yesterday.

I never explore. Especially in the winter. It’s cold and I don’t like to leave my desk.

And when I say explore I mean I went to the park a block from my office and sat on the swing and watched the clouds go by and the people come in and out of the park and the little boy play hide and seek with his dad. I decided its a beautiful place to be, Tudor City. It looks like an old part of the city. All the buildings have stained glass windows and the people all seem to have that class that you can’t pay for (something I strive to have, especially in my old age.) It’s a place I wouldn’t mind living in. Waking up on the river; seeing the UN from my window; walking my dog along the park’s edge; exploring my tiny part of the world every day. I would enjoy the trees and the wind and how un-city like this little section of Manhattan is. As I walked back to my office I contemplated going back tomorrow. And then again once it got warmer. It would be the perfect place to read or people watch. Obviously I was excited.

But then I walked into the office was told we are most likely moving. Cool.

Oh and after that my day just got worse. I’m finally writing this because yesterday’s madness has died down… I think. So here are some Tudor City pictures from 3/25/2014.

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Reporting LIVE from the Arctic!

just kidding

But New York has pretty much become Antarctica over the last few weeks.

Yesterday afternoon we were told to leave work early because there was so much snow in Manhattan, and it was only expected to get worse. It took me over 3 hours to get home. Thank God my dad was in Manhattan as well and was able to drive me home, because it could have been a lot longer if I had taken the bus.

My college started classes yesterday; or they would have, if it hadn’t snowed so much.

I miss living in a dorm and getting snow days and eating mac and cheese bites with my roommates.

Life is pretty different than it was a year ago.

But here are some photos I took yesterday of snowy New York City.

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Here’s Bryant Park… from the front seat of my Dad’s truck.

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Here’s the New Jersey Turnpike… again from inside the truck… it was safer in there.Image

Times Square (above and below)

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Here we have a plane landing in Newark Airport. My Dad assumed that they were landing any planes because of the dense fog and snow. Makes sense.

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And here is my house. The bright light is my brother trying to plow the driveway. It was a mess. And when I woke up this morning, it was fully covered again, like he hadn’t done anything.

 

Re-Grammin’

Tomorrow morning at 6am I will be stepping on an airplane headed toward Disney World. My head is a whirlwind of emotions; I haven’t eating anything but sunflower seeds and Pringles and I still haven’t packed! This trip will give me a heart attack! I plan on packing tonight after work, not going to sleep, going to eat with my friend, Nick, and then waiting until 4am when our friend Joe will be driving us to the airport.

As exciting as all of this is, I need something to calm myself. Since today is kind of a slow day at the office, I’ve decided to post a little re-gram action.

Here are a few of the pictures I posted in the last couple of weeks.

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The first picture, on the top left is the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park. I had it for the first time last Friday and it was definitely worth the ridiculously long line.

Top right is a brownstone I passed on my way to work two weeks ago. Its so perfect, I want to live there!

Middle left: Nespresso’s showcase in Grand Central last week. Free espresso!!!

Middle right; Two Friday’s ago I went to a show called Unicorn Meat: Illuminate 2013. It was crazy cool, a bunch of DJs did their thing on stage while people went crazy in the audience, there was a garden of flower lights, which was gorgeous, and a sea of glow in the dark hammocks. Definitely a night I’ll remember.

Bottom Left: Saturday, before driving me home, my friend stopped at a deli for a bagel. I thought their neon signs were pretty cool.

Bottom right: the love of my life; my type writer, which sits on my desk, unused, because I’m a bad parent 😦 I need a little down time to play!

 

But those were my favorites from the last two weeks. IG Central over here

 

The day the world stopped

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Know what’s scary? 12 years ago exactly, people all over Manhattan were doing exactly what I’m doing right now. They were getting into work, reading annoying emails, laughing with co-workers and getting ready for just another Tuesday. How were they supposed to know that their entire lives would come crashing down around them?

You are a liar if you say that, as an American, you were not out for blood when you found out. Hell I was 9 years old, and I wanted blood; NINE. That was the first time I ever thought about joining the military. A 9 year old wanting to kill people is a terrible, terrible thing. But I know I wasn’t the only one; every child in my catholic elementary school who was told by our principle to “pray for those people who are hurt” wanted blood. They didn’t tell us what was going on, but we knew, hell, kids always know. Plus, you could tell; teachers poured into the hallways, crying on each other’s shoulders. One by one, each student was plucked from class by a hysterical parent. I have never been more scared or confused in my entire life than I was on that day. What the hell is going on?! Why would someone want to hit a building? Eventually I found out.

My dad is a big guy, he’s tough, rugged almost, he doesn’t take people’s shit and he’s never afraid of anything. Or so I thought. The man was scared. He was terrified by what was happening. He had watched the second plane hit the building from the roof of his shop and he was scared. He hugged me, told me he loved me, and we left. My sisters were already with him. The four of us sped home, I was still afraid, but this time, because I thought he was going to crash. Talk radio yelled things; I didn’t understand what they were saying. My dad broke out into a sweat. We got home and were rushed inside. My mom hugged us. My dad locked the door behind us. She had been crying. I don’t like when my mom cries. I was even more worried. I still didn’t know the extent of what was happening. We changed out of our uniforms and were told to play in the basement. We were never allowed to play in the basement.

I heard my mom scream and I ran upstairs. She was crying again. Huge tears fell from her face as she hid it behind her hands. After a little we went outside. Our car was covered in dust. There were papers everywhere. I didn’t understand still but they told me. Finally they told me and I understood. Thousands of people were dead, thousands more were hurt. My dad had Muslim guys working for him; they were driving into Manhattan to do a job in those exact buildings. He called them. They were scared too. They couldn’t get out. They didn’t get back home until 8pm that night. It took them over 11 hours to get out of the city. Everything was shut down and fear was prevalent.

The world has changed since then, of course; but by how much?

A whole generation was built on anger and the desire for revenge. Where has that gotten us? A few more flags flying and a pure hatred for outsiders. I am definitively proud to be American; to have a history so rich and powerful. But that day changed a lot of people, and not all for the better. Some people became more aware, some more loving and supportive, some mourned the loss of a loved one and other mourned for the state of our nation.

But some were consumed by that anger and desire for revenge. They began to believe that the world is against us, and while that may or may not be true, the hatred that seeped out of these people became infectious. Islamic people are not the enemy. Foreigners are not the enemy. Syria, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, they are not our enemies. They are our brothers, they are human beings and earth dwellers, they are just like us! The enemy are the extremists who see us as dirty, the ones who blow themselves up so they could take down a couple extra people, the ones who laugh while we mourn. THESE PEOPLE ARE THE ENEMY. Not a woman wearing a burka. How have people not realized this yet? It’s been 12 years, and all we have done is cry and kill people. Killing is never the answer, it just erases the question.