Farewell

July 3. Today I woke up “early” to finish packing and restore order to what I have called home for the last 40 odd days. I lugged about 120 pounds of life aka luggage down five flights of stairs. It was harder going than coming. I caught a cab to Laguardia. The driver was nice. Was explaining stuff, but I couldn’t hear so I was like “uh huh.” At the ticket counter I had to adjust my bags because it was a few pounds over and I was not really ready to pay $100 for a heavy bag fee. As I was walking away the ass hole that checked my bag was like “excuse me.” Pointed to a sign that said “gratuity not included.” I thought to myself, “are you on crack?” You just dumped and I mean dumped my luggage down a conveyer belt, and you are asking me to tip you, and you think I’m going to tip you? I think tips are meant for people that earn them, not just assume they get them. Tipping is meant for going above and beyond, or doing something outstanding. Not for when you do something less than piss poor. Please you get paid to do your job. And I get paid to do mine. And if you did a good job and I was grateful for your help I would then “include gratuity.” After being really pissed off at the ass hole that I walked away from after saying nothing. I then went through possibly the fastest security checkpoint in my life. I then watched Weeds for about two hours on my laptop. I then went to grab a drink for the flight since they always give such small portions. Boarded the plane like a pro. With a large drink in one hand pulling my luggage in the other including my personal item, and praying that my pretzel nuggets wouldn’t fall out of my pocket as I boarded the plane. I stashed my carry-on. Went to my seat and realized that I was a window. Had to crawl over a couple with a personal item heavier somehow than the bag I checked it felt like. Set my drink down on the ground, and while trying to stow my personal item knocked over my drink. FUCK! Right? Well then I had to stash my personal item in front of the lady next to me so it wouldn’t get all wet. Then I realized all of my stuff to entertain me was in that bag. But I didn’t want to bother her so I just sat there. I had no headphones to listen to the on flight movie. I had no book. No magazine. Just me and a window. After that flight I considered skydiving. I also realized that I am some sort of disciple. I figure it this way. Patience is a virtue. Thus making me virtuous. This and me being me makes me a disciple status. I will be working on the book of John Z soon. For the next edition of the Bible. Once I finally got off the plane I felt a little New Yorker in me say. “Stop walking so slow and get the hell out of my way!” Ah I may just miss being able to say that and no one looking up. I made it to baggage claim after walking to east and west baggage claims. I now have blisters. I finally got to sit down to wait for my ride. I was picked up and escorted home. I realized the thing I was surprised most to see, other than a speedometer reading higher than 15mph, was not the mountains. But the sky. You hardly see it in the city. In a city that I am sure I will see again, I made these conclusions. In my personal opinion, which is the only one that matters, I have selected places and things in New York that receive my seal of approval. A very hard thing to obtain. For best park I select High Line, for it’s innovation, design, and layout. For bringing something unexpected into a city where nothing is surprising. The best view of the city would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s roof top garden. While Top of the Rock is beautiful, the Met is breathtaking and an unconventional view of a “familiar” city. For best window displays, because I really did search, Bergdorf Goodman’s. For best museum, good old Frank brings it home for the Guggenheim, but the Museum of Modern Art was a close second. For best-unexpected adventure New York Trapeze Class would take the cake. For best adventure overall, I would have to say the experience itself. While individual adventures may protrude more than others, the overall experience was life changing and significant. And for that reason I stand by my decision. In the grand scheme of things when time is measured in billions of years and if time were to be transposed into a song. I would be possibly a note in that song, and this adventure would perhaps be a few dots of ink that makes my note visible on the page of time. But without those dots, I would potentially be a different note and thus time would be a different song. Gandhi said something to the affect that what you do in your life is insignificant, but it is important that you do it. After a long, and in all reality very short adventure I have come to this. In the journey of life expect the unexpected, always look ahead, and always take advantage of opportunities.

Thank You Mr. Becker

July 2. Today I considered of taking advantage of my last day by doing the last few things on my list. Then I remembered a teacher I had in high school that had a list of 100 things to do before he died, and he did everything but one. He said he liked the idea of not doing everything, as opposed to doing everything. And I realized I wanted to do the same thing, for a different but similar reason. I realized that New York was not the city I wanted to live in, but visiting is a different matter. And while I want to see the city at Christmas time I want to have things that I have not done yet. Thus I want to save a few things for my next visit. After this realization I decided to do some laundry and start some packing while knocking out another few seasons of Weeds. Tomorrow I head home. But tomorrow will also will be my last post on J.Z. Empire State of Mind. No worries countless fans, I am considering starting a new blog The Devil's Advocate Wears Prada. Until Tomorrow.

Is This Packing Priority Over Night Or Express? Um...

July 1. Today I stated the day off with a movie. Got ready and went to the post office. When I found out that they didn't think they could ship my goods I went to UPS. When UPS was like "oh yeah no problem. That will be $209." I was like are you fucking kidding me? So then I went back to the post office to see if they would ship a box that I made. Then went back to UPS to buy the box for the package. That only cost me $15 for cardboard. Then went back to the post office to ship my package for $38. After that adventure I came home to start packing. I put on Weeds season one for some background noise. I've never watched the show really. I am officially addicted. Knocked out a season and a half in an afternoon. That's what they call a champion. Oh I only have my shoes and socks packed. Damn. After my adventure yesterday, I rested and watched movies, most of them were centered around cooking or baking. I now want to take cooking classes or pastry classes. So a friend is looking into it. I plan on being the jack of all trades with some form of formal training, not just being a jack of all trades like I am now.

A Real Adventure

June 30. After sleeping a collective 30 minutes last night from being so excited, and being so nervous about missing my alarm I headed off to my first ever trapeze class. It took three trains and about an hour to get there, but I made it. Unfortunately, or fortunately I made it there an hour early, but either way at least I avoided my big concern of being late. We started right on time. The class was ten students, ranging in age. Most of the people had taken at least one class before, or had been doing it for years. Me and a girl were the only beginners. I wasn't worried. I'm a natural at most things I do. My first time up the ladder wasn't bad. Not sure what I was expecting. I was so caught up in the moment I wasn't listening to the guy yelling at me telling me what to do. So I fumbled a little but not bad for a first time. Then my second time I was "impressive," which included a back flip. My third time my heart was in my stomach. Got discombobulated in the air and did a trick that was totally unintended. And strained a muscle in my shoulder. My fourth time I got to do a catch with grace. My fifth time I was packing my bags getting ready to join Cirque Du Soleil. It was an amazing experience. Not necessarily a hobby I want to take up. But a great once in a lifetime opportunity/adventure. I could only upload pictures, but I have a video that I am using as my application video for Cirque Du Soleil.

Twilight Experience

June 29. Today I made my way down to Time Square for the Twilight Experience. Ate a fast lunch at Olive Garden. Then walked over to the theater. At first I thought I was not going to be first in line. It turned out there was no line, just a bunch of people that sat down in any old order. They let us all in at the same time and I ended up with a great seat. Chilled for two hours in the theater and then it all began. I tried to keep an ongoing status via Facebook, but my phone had horrible service thus leading to it's death during New Moon. The experience was enjoyable to say the least. Eclipse was very well done. Changed only a few things, but hardly noticeable. When I read the series it was the most forgettable for me, but this was the best movie so far hands down. I look forward to Breaking Dawn. In Eclipse there was a great quote during Jess' Valedictorian speech. It was very similar to one that I had been thinking of. When I find it, or can think of something close enough I will post it. After the movie I walked over to the train station to find out that that stop was closed and do to the time and the area I decided to just take a cab. Tomorrow I need to wake up "early" for Trapeze class! Until tomorrow.

My Burning Loins

June 28. Today I did my laundry at my usual place, but for some reason it was so hot I sweated like I was in a steam room or sauna. Not okay! After that I went down to the Meat Packing District for a few stores that I wanted to see and such. I attempted to go into Balenciaga, but they were closed, but looked open so after a few failed attempts I gave up. Then I took the High Line Park trail down to the Margiela store. It was cool, but not that great. Then I had a late lunch/early dinner at the Spotted Pig. It was very small, had an interesting menu. A little too different for me, but at least I tried it. Then I walked over to the apartment building that Monica, Rachel, Joey and Chandler from FRIENDS "lived" in. It was exactly the way I had seen it in the hundreds of episodes, but the surrounding area was not so much. After that I walked back to the train to head home. Tomorrow I go to an all day Twilight day. AKA a perfect day. Later this week I want to go to the planetarium, and the site in Central Park from Home Alone 2 but other than that just packing up and getting ready to go. Final days bring final thoughts. Until tomorrow.

Coma Condition

June 27. Started the day off with a movie. Thought that was going to be all I did all day, but decided to go out and get my ticket for the Twilight movie experience on Tuesday. Bought some cupcakes, because it wouldn't be a day without Grand Central, Time Square, or something sweet. I also went into the Forever 21 store that they opened on Friday in Time Square. It is massive, good displays, but most of the clothes displayed are vintage or not theirs, probably why I like them. The merchandising was horrible though, there is a reason corporate usually does merchandising because a 20 year old without a visual eye is not capable of creating worthy displays. After being disappointed in what I saw, but surprised that I was actually impressed by a few things I came home to watch some more movies. My situation reminded me of the chapter Grey Gardens from Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang. But I didn't eat eight Lean Pockets, I just ate Top Ramen. I have also started a new book. Wuthering Heights, it's a classic and I look forward to reading it. I was supposed to read it in high school, but clearly I didn't do that, so here I am five years later doing what I was supposed to do five years earlier. Teachers just need to give us time, we'll get around to it when we find the time.

Lauren Church Departs

June 26. After a very successful week we took it slow today. We ate lunch at a Chinese restaurant. It was not very successful though. My friend was confused about the ordering, and I was confused as to why she was so hungry. After ordering one roll for my self and she ordered three for her self, thinking they were single rolls as opposed to the one roll cut into many more rolls. Well after we both stared at each other mortified that whatever you don't eat you have to pay for. Lets just say more than a few rolls made their way into her bag. After lunch we walked over to the Met to pick up some postcards and such, and then headed over to the park for her to see the Alice in Wonderland statue. Then made our way to the other side of the park for Columbus Circle. Took a cab to Serendipity 3 for some gifts. After that we said our goodbyes and and I spent the rest of the day on the couch recuperating from a very long five days. A week left and I have a few things in mind that I have left to do. I still would like to find the Home Alone 2 site in the park, see the show at the planetarium, see the planetarium and Columbus Circle at night, and a few stores that I hadn't got a chance to see yet. Six full days left in the city... lets see what I can do.

Fun In The Sun

June 25. Today like planned we went to the beach. But on the way to the Long Island Rail Road we passed the library were they filmed Sex and the City Movie wedding. It was beautiful inside. The entry was smaller than expected, but still very grand when walking down the stairs. The train took about an hour to get to Long Beach. Then we walked over to the board walk and got some beach action. Sat in the sand for a while then jumped in the beach a couple of times. Was told the beach was closed. I just thought it was closed for like ten minutes. So we frolicked some more a while later and then again about an hour later. A police officer then drove up and proceeded to say the beach was closed and if he saw us in their again we would be asked to leave. I was so confused I asked where is it open, which he followed up with no where it's closed. We were both so confused. We later found out that the beach would be open tomorrow and only the sand was open today. If these New Yorkers would explain just a few things, they would not have to keep repeating them selves and sounding likes asses or classic New Yorkers. We packed up, grabbed dinner at Five Guys, a burger place, and then took the train home. To then catch a cab. We are currently debating weather or not more food is in our near future. Tomorrow we have a few things to do. Like the Planetarium, and the park again. And then she is out of here and a week from tomorrow I will be likewise.

Fine Dining Day

June 24. Today we started off with a walk in the park. It was pretty disgusting outside. My fair friend declared herself the sweatiest person in New York City. And that is why so many people were starring at her. After our walk in the park we had lunch at the Plaza Palm Court. A much better experience this time. But I still think the Brown Palace does a better job. After lunch we saw the crazed crowd in front of the Apple store for their iPhones, way too many people. We then went into FAO Swartz to see the Big Piano. I played it with about 6 children knee high to a tadpole so I felt supper cool. Clearly. We then walked down to Rockefeller Center. The venture was mildly unsuccessful. We did not find what we were looking for. But we did get to see the super cool Lego store. Then we grabbed a cab to the West Side in the Meat Packing District for the Gagosian Gallery's Monet water lilly exhibit. It was nice range of work, but none of the pieces were amazing. Then we walked a block to the High Line park. A old elevated railroad track that is being converted into a very nice elevated park. A great adventure. Once we got to the end of the park we were just one block away from our destination. Pasti's. I have waited months to eat here, and I finally did. The restaurant was just as I had imagined. It was beautifully done and maintained. The food was amazing, and the experience was memorable. After dinner it was such an early day we decided to go to Time Square, because for some reason we have to go there every day - even though we hate it, and saw Sex and the City 2. Better the second time, but still not as great as the series. Came home and are ready to hit the beach tomorrow. Catch some intended rays, as opposed to just collateral damage.

Ballin'. Nothing But Net.

June 23. Today was a day that we attempted to start early. Some how I think we left at the same time we usually get out. We bought some stamps, and some snacks and headed down to down-down town. We walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. That was a nice walk and fun as well. On the other side we ate at some deli, and then walked around in Brooklyn Bridge park for a hot minute. After that we went back across the bridge and headed over to the World Trade Center site. The new location is under construction, and the site/museum that we were suggested to see was hidden and said to be in two places and didn't appear to be anywhere. It was hidden so well from the terrorists that not even citizens could find it. After that we walked around in Wall Street. Got our picture with the bull, and the stock exchange. We wanted to go in, but apparently they don't let any one in any more. Apparently it is the #2 location of high alert in America. Who would have known. After that we went into Trinity Church and walked around and then made our way over the the Staten Island on the free ferry. It was a nice ride. Got some photos of the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, so now we don't have to pay to go. We are so smart. Then we took a quick jaunt to Battery Park. After that we made our way home to change, we had tickets for the ballet. We went to see Swan Lake by the American Ballet Theater at the Metropolitan Opera House. The ballet was beautiful, and so was the theater. The lead guy was also some one we recognized from the movie Center Stage. After the ballet we took a black cab to Qdoba. Nothing but class. After Qdoba we went to Serendipity 3 for Frozen Hot Chocolate. It was pretty good. The restaurant did not look like I had expected, but you know, what is? Thanks to Oprah we had a nice little late night snack. We made it home about midnight. Tomorrow we want to spend the day in the park, after our reservations for tea at the Plaza. Might do some laundry tomorrow as well.

Brooklyn Bridge, from Brooklyn Bridge Park

The Financial District Bull

We have also started a quote list. Since we are HILARIOUS.

1. "I'm just waiting to find a dead body."

-While walking in the rocks at the base of the Brooklyn Bridge.

2. "Thank you for choosing the Staten Island Ferry."

"Thank you for being free!"

-Our response to the ferry announcement.

3. "Just think this is how your ancestors came into this country. On a boat. Except on a boat nothing like this one."

-While the ferry was docking in Manhattan.

4. "We could go to the sites were they filmed Save the Last Dance."

"Don't tempt me."

-Speaks for itself.

Golden Birthday

June 22. Today we started early to get in line for some Broadway tickets. We went having a few in mind. When we got there this woman was in front of us that was making a huge deal out of her not being able to sit down. After her yelling at the people that were in charge of the line. And trying to get everyone around her to care, and no one did. She finally kind of shut up. We ended up getting tickets to West Side Story. After we got tickets we headed to the real West side for the American Museum of Natural History. It was under renovations, but it was still really cool. A few exhibits need a little work to make them fresh again, but I think they are on their "to do list." After we left the museum we hailed a cab home. Changed for the show and headed to Grand Central for dinner before the show. Made it to the play in time. It was pretty good. I had forgot how many songs I knew or recognized. Made it home early to rest up. Tomorrow we want to the tip of the island. And maybe our fancy dinner at Pasti's. Then Thursday a day in the park and tea at the Plaza and the 5th Ave Apple Store. Then for Friday spend on Fire Island and soak up some rays. We will see what we actually get done. Until tomorrow.

Hayden Planetarium at the American Museum of Natural History

Us at West Side Story

Whittlin' That List Down

June 21. Today we headed for my favorite pizza place for our first stop. After our slice we went down to the Museum of Sex. When we got in we were like... we payed $15 for this. Is was one room with a few screens. I was like this can't be it. After way too much deliberation we finally found what could have been an Underground Railroad secret passage to the rest of the museum. We saw an exhibit on condoms, animal sex, and something else that escapes me at the moment. After that we went to Madison Square Park, past the Flatiron Building, then to Union Square. After that we stopped at a very intense Whole Foods. Then to Taco Bell. Clearly the next logical step. After lunch we went to Washington Square Park. Read for a bit, then headed off to Carrie Bradshaw's stoop. We have pictures, but my camera died so I can't post them. After that we stopped into Magnolia Bakery, they were unfortunately out of cup cakes. The guy informed us though that the other locations still had cup cakes. We were like no shit, but doesn't do us much good when they are on the other end of town dumbass. We then went to SoHo shopping district to check out D&G and Missoni. Both cool, but not what I had imagined. Then headed over to Prada SoHo store to check it out. Since it is one of the top architectural sites in New York City, thanks to my good friend Rem. Then we headed back to Madison Square Park to check out Shake Shack... after we realized the line was an hour we figured we could do without or try again another time. So we ended up eating at some mexican restaurant in Grand Central that was kind of disappointing. Then walked over to the Library to get my photo with the lion at the entry. We did try to go in, but were unsuccessful. Made our way back to Time Square to go to the movie The A-Team which was very good. And luckily we got to see it in a normal theater. FINALLY! Made it home by 12:30 after a very long wait in time square and a very packed ride for the usually speedy ride. Tomorrow we are thinking of walking Brooklyn Bridge, then Shake Shack for lunch, then get our tickets for the play we want to go to tomorrow night, and then try the Museum of Natural History. Busy, busy, busy.

Confidant Crusades

June 20. Today was the first day my friend and I got to tour the city. And I was the tour guide. I did okay if I must say. Which I must. We went to breakfast at the Barking Dog, that I had been to before. I discovered that it was not in Sex and the City though, only the t-shirt from the restaurant is in an episode. Not the same in my opinion. After breakfast we went to the Gugg to just look at the inside, then went to the Met. After a few hours at the met, and getting to see somethings that I had not seen the last time I visited we walked 5th Avenue for a little while to pop in and out of stores to escape the heat. We then purchased tickets to Top of the Rock. Came back home and rested for a bit and then took a cab downtown to Rockefeller Center. Due to the downtown trains being out of order for some preposterous reason. After we made it to the Rock, barely, we headed to the top. Took loads of photos, since we went up when it was still light out, and stayed to watch the sunset. A nice time to relax. Unfortunately they did not have proper seating, but what we found sufficed for the nearly two hours that we waited. After the Rock, we went to Time Square. Considered going to a movie in a proper theater and we deterred by the time. Considering we ate only once so far we were rather hungry, so we made our way to none other than the American Classic... Olive Garden. And at the stories high, one must wonder if that is really all the necessary. After dinner we went home and made it to bed at a reasonable hour. Off to rest and recuperate for another day.

On Top of the Rock

The Final Countdown

June 17. Today I hung around recuperating after two very long days at work. I spent it in a coma like state in my bed until 1 pm. Then reunited myself with the couch until I decided it was necessary to get food. My friend arrives in the city on Saturday and I am so ready to go to restaurants and out in public in general without feeling like a local doing touristy things... without a visitor. While I have a few things to do before I have an out of towner, I still have a long list I want to complete before I bid this fair city "adeu." As I was telling work about leaving the other day, why I was leaving came up. More than once. I said I just didn't think it was for me so I'm going to try something else. I got a range of responses. From "well it took me a long time to get used to the city," to "man am I jealous. This city is a trap." After the conversations I am sure I have made the right decision. And after repeating what these people have said to me made me realize something. While this city maybe the greatest place in the world, it seems that most of the people here are either just settling, or are here because they know it is the greatest city in the world and thus justify staying or coming here. I came to New York with the full intention of staying. After about one hour I realized that was less and less likely of ever happening. Carrie Bradshaw is asked in Sex and the City "Why do we think this place is so great any way?" She responds with, "because it is." While I agree that it is a great city, it will be one that only visit from now on. I watched The Nanny Diaries the other day and Scarlet Johansen said this. "There's a common belief among anthropologists that you must immerse yourself in an unfamiliar world in order to truly understand your own." I believe this. I have learned a lot about myself from this trip. I also continue to hear from practical strangers that what I am doing is so amazing. It always seems to amaze me that the most obvious and trivial observations seem to be the most important yet the least considered. So thank you New York City for opening my eyes and giving me an experience I will never forget and a few more weeks to enjoy the greatest city in the world.

And Just When I Made A Decision

June 14. While I haven't been doing that much New York stuff I have been working. Thinking about how I want to wrap up my last few weeks. After purchasing my plane ticket home last night. I got an email today from the firm I had applied for an internship. They offered me a position. Well I don't love it enough to stay. But I did ask if I could do a week long intensive internship just to have the experience. I think it would be interesting. And while I think New York will only be a place I visit in the future, it could give me an idea if that area could turn into something else or if I am even interested in that area. If I ever did consider going west coast I could always look for similar opportunities. About three weeks left and ready to wrap up the journey I always wanted to take.

One Month Anniversary

June 11. They say that in New York you are constantly looking for one of three things. A job. A home. A relationship. Well I don't really have any of those at the moment. SO am I not a New Yorker? I don't know. Over the last month I have thought about staying and going. And I have made a decision. I am going. I have dreamed about visiting the worlds greatest city almost my entire life, and I have done that now. And in a months time I will have done that even more than I had ever imagined. I have seen everything I wanted to see, except the city at Christmas, but I can always come back for that. I was given advice from a range of people. About how you have to let the city grow on you. And to be honest it has. But I am a person that can tell right then. And since I had qualms in my first day I knew it was not a good sign. I already have a job lined up for when I go home. I have applied for other opportunities when I go home as well. I even thought about another adventure to the other coast, for the LA experience. But that was just a thought. I mean the other day I considered a European experience. Experiences cost money. And after this experience I don't have that much to blow. In the coming month I have a list of places I want to see before I go. The Natural History Museum, Empire State Building, Russian Tea Room, see a Broadway Show, go to the Met roof top garden, the Brooklyn Bridge, Battery Park, Wall Street, Columbus Circle, Museum of Sex, and maybe the Frick Collection. Sounds like a lot. But I can do it. I have a visitor coming in a week for a week so we should be able to knock out a lot, and I can finish off the rest alone. This decision has made me feel... I don't even know. Elated, relieved, happy... as well as questioning my decision. But as I have also been told I am young and I have plenty of time to change my mind to a different path to pursue. Now that I have made this decision it makes me understand what I have to look forward to and how I need to consider my remaining time here in the Empire State.

I Thought I Was Going To Get Jumped

June 9. Today after purchasing my graduation present from Barneys. And after failed attempts at three other Prada stores. I finally hit the jack pot. I hit up the Prada SoHo store this morning and asked them for a box for my luggage. Not only did I get a box. I got tissue paper, an elastic band to hold the box shut, and shopper that could fit two small children in. To say the least I was elated. I worked 12-8. Had a pretty slow day. But small world I saw a kid from home that I worked with for a few weeks, that was just shopping in the city and he came in to ask for directions. How crazy is that? Pretty crazy I think. It rained pretty much all day, which tempted me to buy an umbrella. I refrained. I made it home but only after sitting on the subway with a 3' x 1'8" bag that says PRADA. I sat across from some kids that were eyeing my bag, I was willing to risk my life to protect this bag, after all that I had been through to get it. After the hoods vacated the cart before I had to I was somewhat relieved. I made it home in the rain and wind, with a perfectly well kept bag. Luckily I had covered it in a large trash bag.

Happy Birthday Frank

June 8. Today I relaxed for a while and then went down to sit on the Met steps to wait. Today was the Museum Mile Festival, as well as Frank Lloyd Wright's birthday. So me and some friends and some of their friends went to the Guggenheim, and the Cooper Hewitt Museum. We did some street art first then headed in to our first museum. I had already been the Gugg, but it was cool to see how busy it was and some how they kept pushing people in, but once we got in, it did not feel that busy. Good job Frank, you really were a genius. Then we went over the Cooper Hewitt, it was cool, but way to crowded to enjoy. The museum used to be a private home. I can't even imagine how much that would be worth today on the real estate market. I saw one home in a similar area the other day. Three bedrooms, servant's corders, three and a half bath. $20,000 a month. A MONTH. Seriously, didn't even look that great, let alone rent it. So I would guess 20 million, probably way more but it makes a nice pattern 20 thou 20 mill you know, for a home, park views upper 80's, on fifth, and a garden. After that we went to a mexican restaurant that was pretty good, definitely not as good as home, but still fine. But I was raped when we got the bill. We all know I am a heavy drinker, yeah well no such thing as free refill. What is this Europe? Came home and chatted with a friend that is coming out to visit the city soon and we are trying to plan a couple of days.

Our Masterpiece

The Gugg in a frenzy

The Cooper Hewitt garden view

Just Another Day

June 6. Today was kind of gross out so another bum-ish day. I worked another long day. I need to do laundry tomorrow and call the internship firm to see what is going on. I also have a few other jobs to look into. And a few other people to call about contacts. And might consider contacting home for job opportunities. I also might be flying a kite tomorrow. How great is that? I also might go to YSL. I have scoured this city for something that I want. No dice. There are a few vintage shops I might see if they carry men's, but other than that New York shopping is not as good as I was expecting. We'll see what I get done. Until Tomorrow.

Hum Drum

June 5. A pretty slow day. I hung out at home before work. Then worked from 4-12. And came home. Yep. Pretty slow day. I've made some guidelines for staying and leaving. If I stay. I need to have a job that I think will benefit me in my career, and where I can not have the same opportunity somewhere else. I need to make enough money to live where I want, unless said job is really that great. If I leave I want to see about getting some more umph to my resume, or possibly finding a different avenue to pursue. I have about 20 days to make a decision. I can do it. No sweat.

Time Out

June 4. Today I went to work and went to the movies Killers. The movie was very good. Better than I expected. As I left the movie I felt like I was on high alert though. It seems every time I see a movie like it I always leave feeling like I am going to be killed, or I am some hybrid James Bond/Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. Why is it that whenever I see a movie I leave feeling like I am some how a character from the movie. Whether it be Harry Potter, Wanted or any fantasy I guess. Fantasy. Friend or foe? On my way home I saw a sign that said "put down the cigarette, pick up a hobby." I thought it was interesting. People constantly just need things to keep them distracted or to escape from everything else. Reading, movies and apparently smoking. I watched an episode of Friends recently that I thought pertained to this, Joey made Chandler sit in a box to think about what he had done. Which reminded me of time out. As children we are set aside to think about our actions. When in reality a child, or at least I remember it this way, you just entertain yourself while you are in time out by thinking about whatever. Not what you are supposed to be thinking about. Usually no distractions. Just our thoughts. Which then reminded me of one of the last episodes of Sex and the City when Carrie says she just has too much time to think. On this adventure I feel like I am constantly thinking about these open ended questions that probably have no answer. But I think it is interesting that I fill my time with thinking. It reminds me of time out. No distractions. So maybe put down the hobby, and take a time out. As adults I think a little alone time to ourselves can do us all some good. And then ask yourself what you learned, because you know you were asked as a kid what you learned after time out.

I Could Have Been An Olympian

June 3. I ended up not having to work today, so that sure freed up my day to do a whole lot of nothing. I got ready thinking I would need to go to work, and then got the news that they didn't need me so I applied for a few more jobs. I clicked apply on two and wondered why it was thank you for applying. I was like all I gave you was my email? Right before I applied for my third job I realized I had created a profile when I had applied for internships. Well what do you know a few people will be wondering why I am willing to do a job that usually pays 60k a year as a full time employee for free. So we will see how fast they get back to me. I then went to Central Park to read my new book. Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang. Let me just say the first two chapters had me laughing way to hard. I probably should not read this book in public. The more I think about it the more I think I should stay. I just need to find somewhere to live that wont be my entire pay check. But I should probably find a job first. Keeping my options open. Today I had some really great topic that I wanted to cover on here about nostalgia... but due to my amazing short term memory I no longer have this thought at the moment. I felt like it was triggered by the death of Rue McClanahan. Then kind of went through some contorted thought process of mine to think of nostalgia. While this is not what I originally thought if I write what I am thinking now, it may some how reignite my genius thought from earlier today. I had recently considered going back to a job that was possibly the greatest place I ever worked, but I left for a range of reasons. I was told that that part of my life was like kindergarden. Sure it was great when you were there, but if I were to go back now I wouldn't really fit in. You know chairs are way to small and I can read at at least a third grade level now. People are attached to memories in their lives that trigger different emotions and feelings. Almost everything you remember can be attached to someone else in your life or some critical moment in your life. So it only makes sense that when something is new you have a harder time accepting it, because you have nothing to connect it to or reference it to. These new events have to fall under some new category that somewhere down the road will end up being just as powerful as the memories you recall now. But in turn you have to take these experiences and work with what you are given until they become so far a part of your past that you want to remember all of those times. I regard every time in my life with some sort of fondness except perhaps middle school, horrible 3 years I think everyone must suffer through. When I was younger I participated in almost every activity there was to participate in. I did t-ball, baseball, gymnastics, swimming, rock climbing, boy scouts, soccer and piano. And for a short period when my mom wanted me to do orchestra and was questioned what instrument I wanted to play and I thought the harp sounded like a good idea, orchestra never became something I had to do, thank God. And while my parents and sister harped on me for being a quitter in almost everything I did as a child, I never thought of it as quitting. I thought of it as giving it a try. I sampled all that potentially interested me. And while the only thing that I ever wish I would not have given up on was gymnastics, mostly so I could be an olympian, but I'm pretty sure we all know that was a shoot dream. But from sampling almost everything under the sun, and being extremely selective and picky, I have cultivated a skill that after only a sampling of something I can decide if it is right for me or not, and I don't ever have to look back and question was I right or not. Except perhaps gymnastics, but again I just wanted to be in the olympics. So I guess while I am sampling NYC and I make my decision I can look back on this time as a fresh graduate, similar to my years in kindergarden, and know I made the right decision. No regrets.

Just picture my face here

* This is one of the better pictures I could find, I mean I guess it makes sense that all of these guys have odd faces since they could plummet to their death at any moment and use muscles most people don't even know they have.

Stop To Smell The Roses

June 2. After my first warm shower of this trip was yesterday, it only makes sense that they turn off the hot water today for construction. Thus I did not shower. I made a day of gardens and parks my agenda. I started off with Union Square Park. I had been once before, but this time I took pictures and walked around. I was a little disappointed, but had some great big hydrangea that were very well kept. I then walked the few blocks to Washington Square Park. The main reason I went was for the arch. Thus it was a success. I read a chapter out of my book and then headed back to the train to head to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. The trip was kind of an adventure. It made me feel a little out of place. I could count on one hand how many people were white, and coming from Colorado it is usually the opposite. The subway was doing random bag checks and there were police on almost every corner, just for reference that is not even close to the case where I live in the city. The gardens were pretty though. I mean to be brutally honest, I feel like if you have seen one botanical garden you have seen them all. I did enjoy reading in the park though. Had a nice lunch, no refills though. Damn. Then went into some bio domes. There version of a desert was not nearly dry enough, but it was a nice relief from the city. The tropical rainforest was insanely humid, it felt like 80% humidity. I came home, feeling just as out of place as when I came. Made it home for the day pretty early. I might have to work tomorrow. Not sure if I want to or if I would rather just stay home or go to the park. Undecided.

Washington Square Park Arch

Brooklyn Botanical Rose Gardens

Spurred by the idea of stopping to smell the roses and inspired by finishing my book today. I started thinking about what Chuck Klosterman says, or I guess he quotes.

"The world doesn't disappear when you close your eyes, does it?" "My actions still have meaning , even if I can't remember them."

This made me think back to when I was a kid, or days when I am feeling particularly ego centric. I used to think that the world was really only in existence of what I saw, and everything outside of that didn't exist. Events occur for my sake, to affect me. And my actions in turn affect the surrounding world to later affect me. I feel like this world that I imagined is similar to that of the Truman Show. But every now and again I catch myself thinking, "I wonder what her family is like?" "What do they do when they sit at home?" "What is there biggest problem they are facing right now?" I think a range of things about complete strangers. But depending on my mood, I acknowledge the strangers. Other times they are just pawns in my game of life, and they will either go unnoticed in this game or they will be taken down. There are no other options really. In the book Klosterman also says "Life is rarely about what happened; it's mostly about what we think happened." Perspective gets the best of us. So in a matrix of lives, where we can not control what people perceive, and where we usually don't consider our actions, including the small ones. Makes me settle on the quote "Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it." Klosterman also notes in his book how our lives can and will be summed up into one sentence. So I guess from all of these quotes and thoughts I get this. What do I want my sentence to say?

April Showers. May Flowers. June Sours.

June 1. Today starts a new month. So in turn I felt moved to do something... moving. After taking one of my first warm showers since I have been here. I made my way down to Dylan's Candy Bar. At first I was like this seems so small. Yeah well that was only the first floor. I had already stocked my hand basket before I even noticed there was a second floor. And a basement. Well fortunately the basement didn't have as much as I thought I would be interested in. Such as Dylan's apparel and shoes and jewelry. Sorry but who wears candy inspired Wellies and bangles? Clearly no one I hang out with. After dropping $33+ on candy, 2 pounds of that being sour goodness. I made my way to Bergdorf's for some shorts that I had bought on pre-sale. After my first New York purchase, finally, I made my way to none other than Pizza Hut. Out of the 30 thousand pizzerias in Manhattan, I went for the classic, with breadsticks. Solid choice I must say. After lunch I came home and started applying for some jobs. I have yet to hear from my internship that I had interviewed for and the other internship I received is not really what I want to do, so the next best thing. Apply for something I might want to do, and get paid for it. Hopefully they pay more than what I make now. Or else this Empire State living may be harder than I imagined. I may start looking for jobs outside Manhattan. As much as I might think this city is the perfect fit, I still have to consider all options. Lots of options and only one choice. Made a list of places I want to go before I leave the city today as well. The list is not all that long. But I am sure I am missing just a few things I would want to do.

For my sister. I will stop telling you when I wake up. But I did finish all five cupcakes today. I may have to go get more. Noticed there is a Magnolia Bakery much closer to me today also, so this may be a more common excursion. But at $18 for five and a lemonade, may have to reconsider. And I always say television instead of "tv." I mean I have a college degree for crying out loud.

For my father. I have a project. To find pictures of celebrities in famous spots and recreate the photo with my self.

For myself. To take a photo of whatever I see every 30 minutes for a day as a photo diary.

Tomorrow I have a day of gardens planned. First to Union Square. Then to Washington Square Park. Then to Brooklyn for the Botanical Gardens. I hear they have the worlds largest collection of roses. And even though I detest roses as gifts, they sure do smell good.

Night Life

May 31. Today I worked from 12-8. After work I went back to Bryant Park. Took some photos and went to Bryant Park Grill. Got iced tea and caprese salad, I had been craving it all day. I was however disappointed by the iced tea. So I went back to old faithful. Pop. After dinner I walked over to Time Square. I finally saw the big attraction. Much larger than I had imagined. They either got rid of the fence that they used to have, or I missed it. Either way didn't get to see it. After taking some pictures outside I remembered that the Toys R Us had a Ferris Wheel inside. I of course wanted to ride on it, but unfortunately I was a few minutes to late and didn't get to go for a ride. Maybe I'll go back. I tried to find the Conde Nast building, it was on a top 10 architectural sites list. I couldn't find it. I even asked some officers for help. One had no idea what it was. And the other was like "it's around the corner." Um... right. Sir this is a fucking maze and it's around the corner a little more help would have been nice. The locals are better than the officers. But what local is in Time Square at 10 o'clock at night on a monday other than the people working. After that I came home to rest. I have tomorrow and the next day off. I am thinking of applying for some jobs. Booking a reservation for my next tea. Soaking up some rays while I finish my book. Going to Washington Square park. Going to Dylan's Candy Bar, I have a gift card thanks to a great friend. The Space Museum also sounds fun, but I need to find it first. Until Tomorrow. J. Z.

Bryant Park

Time Square

Odd Coincidence

May 30. Today I woke up early by choice, not common. I went to breakfast at this place called the Barking Dog. It was okay. I took a book as armor. But as I was leaving the cash only establishment they had a sign that said as seen in Sex and the City. It was a place where Aidan and Carrie go to breakfast. Looked kind of familiar. After breakfast I worked from 12-8. It seemed longer than usual. After work I walked over to meet a friend from high school for dinner. We went to a nice italian restaurant. Had a very strange waitress, should not work around people basically. Socially awkward is her full time job, so I'm not sure how she has enough time to be a waitress as well. Made it home about 11 and am getting ready for tomorrow. Another long day, but at time and a half should help ease the pain.

Sweet Rewards

May 29. Today I worked an opening shift and got off at 4. I went over to Magnolia Bakery. It was like a 30 minute wait. I know 30 minutes for a cupcake. I got 5, since I had to wait so long. So far I have only had one, but it was definitely worth it. I then went to Grand Central and got some pictures, and then got some pictures of the Chrysler Building. It was disgustingly hot today so I made it home around 7 and camped out in front of the air conditioner. I might try to make it to breakfast tomorrow before work, depending on when I wake up. We will see.

Grand Central

Chrysler Building

Oh MoMA

May 28. Today I woke up early, even though I tried to sleep in. I watched some television and then got ready for the day. I made my way to mid-town for the MoMA. My train stopped right under a building I had talked about in my contemporary architecture class. How fitting to bring what I learned into my real life, a rare occasion. Luckily that education is finally paying off. Once I got to the museum I wandered every floor. I swept through most of the museum, most of the exhibits did not interest me, but I still looked. I loved the Design Over Time exhibit. It has older inventions and new inventions and how they will or have been incorporated into our lives. The Picasso exhibit was rather dry, I enjoyed the one at the Met more, but not much more. I have always enjoyed photography but after today and the Guggenheim I have really started to appreciate it. I really enjoyed most of the pieces in that gallery. After that I saw a room where they had the dimensions of every wall and door painted on the wall. For some reason it made me realize my perspective and the grand scale of the space and me. I saw some of the generic favorites like Starry Night, it was much more vivid in person, but still is unimpressive to me. Checked out some Franz Kline, Clifford Still, Modrian, Kandinsky and Rothko. Some of my favorites. After that I went to the top of the museum for the performance art. Some of it I had seen before, others I had heard of and others were very new. Some were a little crazy for me. Like one was a naked woman standing on a wall with her arms out like a plane. Another man laying naked on a table with a skeleton on top of him. To be honest they just are using nudity as shock value as opposed to any artistic message. Then there was one naked guy and girl that were standing very close together in a doorway and viewers were to pass between them, it is very awkward. I did it and it was extremely awkward. It makes you feel very vulnerable, and some how out of place even though you are not the one that is naked. I can appreciate this piece. I also saw the piece that was used in Sex and the City series where Carrie and Charlotte see the girl sitting in the gallery. I took a picture even though it was forbidden. I do that a lot in museums though. I am such a rebel. I then made my way to the main attraction. The piece that has been all over the papers and web. A woman sits in a chair in the middle of a room for 70 some odd days. And everyday she sits across from a viewer that would like to stare her in the eyes for as long as the like. Emotions range from tears to exhaustion. I watched a few people do it. Interesting. Don't love it though. But still interesting. After that I went on over to Barney's to discover the Memorial Day Sale, and pre-sale for spring/summer collections. Boy am I in luck. Unfortunately a lot of what I wanted is gone, or the things I thought I would like I ended up not liking. So far I have yet to buy anything. ME. I have not bought anything and I am just dying to find something worth buying. I then got a calzone at a deli and some rice pudding. Not impressed with the food. But still okay. Came home and watched some more television before I went to Prince of Persia Sands of Time. It was good. A basic Disney movie. Not amazing, but I can imagine a sequel coming our way. Tomorrow I work and unfortunately it is supposed to be freakishly busy. Not looking forward to that. I might go back to Grand Central for some photos and then head down to Bryant Park and then to Time Square. Sounds like a good day. We will see what happens.

Set from the Sex and the City series

The famous stare down

The Toy Isle

May 27. Today I worked until noon. Had lunch and then went to Sex and the City 2. The theater was not very nice, I still have yet to be in a theater with good seats. The movie was good. To be honest it was exactly what is was expecting, but not at all what I had expected. If that makes any sense. The quotes were not as good as I am used to. The costumes were good, not as many repeat offenders as in the first, but I did see a repeat dress that I was very disappointed in. Patricia Field has a entire world of couture to use, and she re-used a dress from the series? Just didn't make sense. After the movie I came home and watched some television and tried to rest up. Tomorrow I want to go to the MoMA, Barney's, Grand Central and Prince of Persia. Maybe even Time Square. Today I got to finally talk to a dear friend. While discussing basically everything. We mentioned futures, careers and paths. While I told her about me possibly applying for a promotion at work and how a manager asked me what I would like to do and I responded with "not sure". The manager told me I should figure that out before I talk to the store manager. And in my mind that was the whole point of me talking to the store manager, I don't know of all of the options. So how am I to pick? My said friend has started a new job recently that she originally thought she would not like in the least, but today she said that she doesn't know if she likes it. But what she does know is that she likes the fact that she is doing something different. While I have ideas spewing out of mind, uncertainty still consumes me. I have a little more than a month left for sure. And while that seems like plenty of time, and a few months ago seemed like a year, I know need it to slow down so I can just figure everything out. Yet unfortunately that is not an option. So I will bite the bullet, suck it up and take the bull by the horns and handle this shit. Do everything I can to have the most options to select from and then go from there. In The September Issue Anna Wintour is asked what she thinks is her best quality. Her answer. Decisiveness. Clearly that is not mine. I am actually still deciding. When I was younger I actually remember being in the toy isles of Target being asked to pick a toy. Well I remember not being able to decide. I considered both toys very carefully. This contemplation took way too long according to my sister and mom. My mom started counting down. Well the pressure was on. I made a rash decision and went with a toy. Today I have no idea what the toy was, or what the competitor toy was. All I remember is the contemplation. This next big decision in my life is the toy isle all over again. I think. In reality the decision has so much build up that my actual choice may not matter at all. Hell I can change my mind. I can change my location. I can change anything I want to. All this build up, and I end up with a revelation. While I am fairly certain, knowing me, that this revelation will help me feel no less at ease, I can say that I at least realized it. And while decisiveness is not my greatest strength, I know I have a strength that will be far more useful in my near future. So until then let the uncertainty ride and the opportunities come. I am ready.

A Real Resturant

May 26. Yesterday I slept in after my long day, and watched some television. After that made it downtown for work. Had to work until 4 am. WAY late for me and most other non nocturnal animals. Today I woke up at 12 to a voicemail asking why I was not at work at 7am... um because I wasn't scheduled then, I have the day off and if I did work I got home around 5, which means I would have had about 45 minutes to sleep. They found out the problem. I was not supposed to work last night, and was supposed to work this morning and they apologized for the mix up. So I watched some television, tried to relax in this heat. Started my air conditioner for the first time. It makes a huge difference. I went to dinner with a friend from college tonight at a cool restaurant in Bryant Park. It was a great meal. I had a caprese esque salad and prosciutto and mellon. And we split a dessert. That was a strawberry short cake dish that was wonderful. Made it home and now need to rest up for an early day at work. Get off early so I can go to Sex and the City 2 tomorrow and might try to go to a Broadway show on Friday. Still lots of things I want to do in the city. But I have plenty of time left I guess.

Late Night

May 24. Today I woke up at around 9 due to the sun shining in on me. So I got up, and watched some television and then decided to go do some laundry. I finished my laundry and went past a Ray's Pizza and decided I had to eat there since it was referenced in Elf. I went to work at 7. Thought I would be leaving around 12... NOT. While at work I had deal with the usual crap of having to fix the same shit over and over again, and a customer cut in front of me for the shirt I was folding to look at it. I just have to say Asians are the WORST and most inconsiderate shoppers ever. Unless you know one they're lovely. But these bitches just fuck everything up, and don't even care. I'm sorry, but I do not come to your laundry mat or your nail salon and start trashing the place just cause I can. (I realize this is a racist generalization, but I am angry so please let it slide). I left a little after 3, and got home around 3:45. When I got home I was just getting ready, no music, walking in socks, and such. And the person below pounded on the ceiling. Uh seriously. I'm sorry. But it's not like I'm doing jumping-jacks. I was actually trying to be quite. For a city that never sleeps shouldn't one be prepared for such rambunctious action. Oh well we'll see if I get some angry letter tomorrow morning. Off to bed.

Something Relevant

May 23. Today I woke up early again for work. I got a donut and Dr. Pepper before work, since that was the best of my options. I worked in the back today. Which is something that I used to hate, but I have learned to re-appreciate working in the back. Today at work while damaging out some items I was told that I should apply for some of the openings at work. While it is something that I was aware of before I even came out here, I had kind of cast them off, but now I am reconsidering. While I still do not know what I should do about my current situation, I think I may pursue some options. I am still waiting on my internship, and while that used to be my deciding factor I am not so sure anymore. Today I saw the series finale of Sex and the City. I have always loved the episode but today the last words seemed to strike me in a different way.

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships.

There are those that open you up to something new and exotic,

those that are old and familiar,

those that bring up lots of questions,

those that bring you somewhere unexpected,

those that bring you far from where you started,

and those that bring you back.

But the most exciting,

challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself.

And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

While I am not in a relationship, I considered this adventure of mine as a relationship with the city. It has brought me somewhere new and exotic, and has reminded me of the old and familiar, and brought up lots of questions. And the relationship with myself on this battle of should I stay or should I go, brings me to the last line. If I find a city that loves me as much as I love it, "well, that's just fabulous."

An Uneventful Day For A Big City Question

May 22. I worked from 7-4. The train unfortunately stopped short of my stop today for construction. So I had to shlep it an unknown number of blocks to work. Not fun. I met a few more co-workers, nice people. Filled, worked in fitting rooms, folded and folded and folded. The air-conditioner was broken today so it was disgustingly hot in the store. Made my way home, got a slice at my favorite pizza place, and watched some television to recover from waking up way to early as of late. While I didn't do anything crazy, the city has its slow side and I am taking advantage of it. Today I got to thinking about Big Decisions. "Should I stay or should I go?" The question that has echoed through the ages has finally hit me. In a city where tea is $50 and public urination has been embraced, one must wonder if it is the right fit for them. I have seen maybe 10% of the city, yet I guess I would never see the whole city no matter how long I had lived here. Yet I have caught myself saying if A happens I will stay, or if B happens I will go. This constant uncertainty has left me unsettled. I wonder if in the pure fact that I am questioning wether I should stay at all should be the sign that I am not really wanting to stay. While on the other hand I think that possibly in the fact that I am even acknowledging both possibilities suggests that I am ready to stay, and that I am aware of what is required of me and what would change in my life. When it comes to choices how do you know what's the right one?

A Rockin' Day

May 21. Today I got to sleep in a little. For real this time. I watched some television then made my way down to Saks, for a quick return, Quality Concern. Then I made my way back uptown to go to the Guggenheim Museum. I am a fan of Frank Lloyd Wright and have wanted to visit for a while, it was definitely worth my time. The exhibits were also worth my time and pretty interesting. It was film and photographs and a nice range of time periods and styles. The one thing I was surprised by was that some of the pieces were framed and had matting - just made them look cheap. The museum's skylight is being refurbished so it was not in all its glory, but still a nice atmosphere. Loved the museum, just the right size. After the museum took a cab to the Plaza for tea in the Palm Room. I thought it was going to be better than the Brown Palace... not even close. The service was slow and not friendly. The food was only okay. And it cost $50. I was expecting it to be expensive, but I was expecting to get something worth while. I plan to write a strongly worded letter on how disappointed I was. After lunch I walked over to Rockefeller Center to see about tickets and times for Top of the Rock - similar to Empire State Building height and look out tour. Got a ticket for 9:05pm and then headed back over by the Plaza for the Paris Theater. They were playing Babies. The movie was good. The theater was nice, not exactly what expected. These bitches sat next to me that would not shut up, I thought it was ironic that before the movie they were complaining about people brought children and how it ruins the movie experience for them. I should have said "didn't notice the kid during the movie, but I wish you would learn how to shut the fuck up." After the movie made a few phone calls and made my way back to the Rock. Wandered around and then got in line for my tour. The elevator took us up to the 67 floor. It was a great ride. You can see through the ceiling of the elevator while you go up and there is a light show of sorts as you go up. Once I was up there took a bunch of photos. A rather enjoyable little tour. Came home around 10. All in all a very successful day.

The Guggenheim

The Plaza's The Palm Court for Tea

The Rock in the Background with Atlas in the Foreground

First Big Day

May 20. Today started out with the wonderful sound of cement being demolished at the extremely reasonable hour of 8am. I got up and watched some television, waiting for the Guggenheim to open. Wondering what time they actually opened I looked up hours. They are closed on Thursdays, so that pretty much killed my plans for the day so I got creative. I was inspired by Sex and the City to have a slice of pizza and some Tasty D Lite (spelling?). I walked to the park with my soft serve in hand and my camera in tote. I walked around The Jacquelyn Kennedy Reservoir, made my way to the Great Lawn, then to the Castle. The Castle was interesting. The staircase was beyond inconvenient, but I guess castles are supposed to be that way that was the point. I then walked through the Rumble or something along those lines on over to the stairs and arches that are featured in Home Alone Lost in New York. Then I watched some street performers, interesting, but not amazing. Then headed over to a big rock that I have seen in films before to get some good panoramic shots. Then walked on over to the ice skating rink, that is just a concrete slab now, but still picturesque. Then exited the park to head to my New York Icon... The Plaza. From Eloise to Kevin McAlester I had to see it. I might just have to have tea there some day soon. The side I wanted to go in has become private, but I still go to go in. Nice to finally make it home. Then walked along 5th Ave for about an hour. Went back into A&F, thought about getting a Polaroid with the greeters since I have a little history with the company thought it would be a nice memento. Didn't do it though. I then headed to the train. I was Brooklyn bound. Took a series of trains to be in Williamsburg, first impression was how much quieter it is than Manhattan. Meet a friend and his friends for a bite to eat then headed over to a few beer gardens that were pretty interesting and then went to a real neat hole in the wall of a bar. Stayed out the latest I have since I've been here like 10:30. Crazy I know! I'm now home about to eat my last cupcake from Crumbs. I went yesterday after my post. Big plans for tomorrow. Guggenheim. Saks. Plaza. 30Rock. Paris. We will see what I can accomplish.

On Madison Ave.

May 19. Today I woke up early yet again for work. Today I let the water run for a while so I don't earn the rep of the smelly kid at work. I pulled samples, sensored (or as they say taged), hung, and folded for my 5 hours. Big day at work! Not really. I then took the train home, to grab my camera to go on down to Madison Ave to go to the Whitney Museum for the Biennial. Before I went to the museum I wanted to go eat. So I wandered Madison, popping in and out of shops - unfortunately nothing interested me yet again. I then decided that Madison is not a food avenue, so I went over to... Lexington? I don't know. I just know I got a sandwich. I wanted to eat it on a bench in front of the museum, but that is not an option, so I was like I'll go to the park. I then headed into the park and ate my lunch near some toy boating pond near the Alice In Wonderland Statue. Got a picture of the statue, that was in Remember Me, and something else. Anyway had to wait until these pesky kids would climb to one side so I could get a picture with out them in it. I succeeded I think. I then headed over to the museum. The 5 floors contained temporary works, and a permanent gallery up top. Some of the pieces were not my style. Some of the pieces were amazing. And others I was indifferent towards. One comment about the staff. I was surprised haw many spoke so little english. I asked to take a picture and the guy just looked at me, then I start to take a picture and he flipped. Come on people work with me. In the biennial I saw two pieces that really stood out. A film with two projectors playing different things, but correlating to what was going on in both. It was narrated by the artist, who is a psychologist as well I gathered. She told the story of a man who had his ability to record memories. He can only remember things from 50 years ago, and 20 seconds after a memory, and then it is lost forever. It was very interesting hearing his story, and her connection to this man, which you would think would be nothing, but turns out to be great. Through out the film one screen will continue while the other pauses or goes to another screen and repeats the last 20 seconds similar to what H. M. (the man in the piece with the memory condition) would have to deal with. The other piece that caught my eye was a series of small canvases that are covered in lines. These lines are perspective lines. But on one side of the canvas they look like they will be straight all the way across and some how you make it to the other side and there are all of these slopping lines. It boggled my mind. I loved it. I then made a quick loop around the permanent gallery saw a cool door that had been folded. And a sheet of plywood that inspired me to maybe do an art project some day. After my loop I passed a tour guide, she sounded interesting, and thy had just started. But she wasn't as interesting as I would have liked her to be. I then made it outside to head home. And decided to take a cab. Not sure why, just felt like it. I hailed a cab like a pro, I got the cab before the many other people around me. I got skill. $10 later I'm home. Probably will not do that again, but still fun. Really craving a cupcake. Might have to leave my apartment even though I feel like I'm in for the night. We will see. Tomorrow I want to go to the Guggenheim, and if it is nice take a walk around the park.

How I Hate The Rain

May 18. In the city that never sleeps I seemed to do just that last night. I'm not sure if it was the concern of having to get up so early, or the heat, but either way I don't feel like I slept at all. I woke up at 5:20am to be to work at 7. I started to jump in the shower when I realized it was beyond an acceptable temperature to shower in, so I, JZ, skipped my morning shower. In this bad form I decided to leave early just in case. I made it to the subway with a moment to spare boarded the train and was off... for about 5 stops. Then the POS stopped right in its tracks. While wonder weather or not I was going to be bombed, or have to share bottled water with the few prepared people that are on joining me on the train I wasn't sure. After they solved the issue, never revealing what that issue was to us I might add, took us two more stops and decided that we all should get off and wait for the next train. A few minutes later two groups of Manhattanites crammed on to the 6 at Grand Central to make it with moments to spare to arrive at work on time. Being un-showered and mildly distraught I thought it was the perfect way to start my first day at my new job. I made my way down to the shipment room, processed the men's samples... so many! Not used to this amount of shipment or this amount of back-stock. Sat through my first morning meeting, saw how they roll, which was very different from what I am used to. After morning meeting I rekindled my passion of folding, until I realized I hate folding shit that is super light weight and is not meant to be folded. After I, a master of folding, was criticized on my folding skills I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to have to be there. I rounded out the day with trying on the sample size for a pair of pants that they offered me, for FREE. I didn't take them since they fit pretty poorly. After I got walked out, or as they like to call it "checked out" (is there a difference? That was my thought. But when I got multiple blank stares apparently there is). I ate at yet another pizza place, and got a large drink- which is what I would consider a small and to my horror the guy was surprised I wanted a refill. I took the subway home, because I figured all problems had been solved. Not the case. A train had caught one of the trains, thus hindering traffic. When I finally made it home, I dropped off my stuff, went to the store got 3 cases of Pepsi, and 2 boxes of cereal. I know, super healthy. Whatever. I spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the couch and some television. What a day. I get to get up early tomorrow again, hopefully I will sleep better tonight.