Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Hurrican Irene

On the eve of the great Hurricane Irene, my boyfriend Will,* Amy and I headed upstate** to meet up with her boyfriend Chris and stay at his parents’ home in Red Hook. The countryside of the Hudson Valley enticed us. We did not go to escape Irene. No one believes me, but really, I was sorry to miss the action. And disappointingly, I hear we indeed missed some crazy times in the city. I hear the winds were so drastic that five umbrellas were turned inside out. I hear that that occurred in the borough of Manhattan alone.

from the train

While in Red Hook, we tried desperately to accustom ourselves to this “country” lifestyle our favorite city-slicking Amy Frost had warned us about. (I searched for the pond, horses and chicken coop out back, and instead was greeted by a pool, a hedge, and four or five other homes). I’m not sure if Amy remembers her humble Texan origins, but the neighborhood where Chris’ parents live looks like many a Dallas suburb, only without curbs, and with a few less fences around the backyards (so basically a suburb of Houston).

I will say, the quiet town of Red Hook did offer a certain quaintness with its single stoplight, and the quiet cemetery Will and I explored post-storm possessed a serenity perhaps attributable to the fact that our sole grave-visiting companion was the rain.


In fact, the walk we took after the storm can be described most accurately by the word “serenity.” All businesses had closed in anticipation of the storm, and few townspeople had yet emerged from their shelters. Outfitted with our raincoats and camera, we were free to explore a world entirely our own.

will in his rain gear

i in my rain gear

graveyard

graveyard


The Metro North train lines shut down on Sunday…something about fallen trees and mudslides. That was the train we had taken, the only train you can take from the city. On Monday morning we awoke to learn we were helpless to return to work that day, and that there was absolutely nothing we could do about it. A real bummer... We ended up renting a car and driving back that evening, tracing a two-lane road over and around the hills of the Hudson River‘s west bank.


sky after the storm

sky after the storm

sky after the storm /
contest for the cheesiest photo (yeah, that's a rainbow)

*This may be a first-time introduction to Will for some of you. I haven’t written much since before we started dating at the beginning of June.

**If one has recently moved to New York, “upstate” includes all territory in the northern half of the state. If one has lived in New York more than one year but less than three, “upstate” includes all territory north of New York City. If ones has lived in New York three years or more (and especially if one has not often ventured from the island), the term “upstate” can include the Bronx, and perhaps even Harlem.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Night Vision

I've begun to notice that my building's door to the roof is mysteriously open at times.

Manhattan roof acces? Don't mind if I do.






Sunday, July 10, 2011

Governor's Ball



Ann and I attended an all-day music festival a few weekends ago called the "Governor’s Ball.” As its name suggests, it took place on Governor’s Island, a 172-acre island just off the southern tip of Mahattan, reachable only by ferry.

The idea was sound. The day was nice. The music was marginal.
But most of all, the people were entertaining.

A cursory glance at the Austin-City-Limits-like festival grounds may have made us feel temporarily at home. A closer examination of the attendees did not.

The best way I can describe the common thread between these festival-goers is to use the designation "American Apparel Model" (a model being dressed more severely than a mere buyer of said clothing). One of these manikins was even left half-dressed (should somebody tell her??) See below.



Despite our distaste for certain musical sets and the hour we spent standing in a beer line teaming with thirsty curmudgeons, Girl Talk’s performance at the end of the night largely redeemed our experience. For those of you not familiar, Girl Talk is a single DJ who uses snippets of EXTREMELY diverse songs to create danceable mashups. Video of opening and closing below.



Summer Picnics

I have been neglectful in my posts, and have much ground to cover.

To start, the April showers that bring May flowers overstayed their welcome, chasing my favorite warm-weather activity, picnicking, to the month of June. Below is the inaugural feast of the season, on a Friday evening in Riverside Park.



My dear college friend Ann, a teacher in Dallas, spent the month of June partaking in my Upper West Side/Morningside living while she participated in a creative writing course at NYU.

Monday, May 16, 2011

10K

Victor convinced me to sign up for a 10K in Central Park. I then convinced Amy and Chris to sign up. I'm a tad embarrassed to admit that 6.2 miles is actually the furthest I've ever run (embarrassed because of my 2 superstar-marathon-running-speed-demon siblings).

The shirts were UGLY (the one I'm sporting). Amy wisely opted for her Panther Football shirt instead ("Clear eyes. Full Hearts. Can't Lose!"). If you don't know the reference, do yourself the favor of watching the show Friday Night Lights. Her shirt got a shout-out during the race, to which we both yelled back unabashedly for the Panthers. Pretty sure the people around us assumed we were in high school.



Photographer moving AND subject moving = bad photo


The course was HILLY. There was a stretch of about 3/4 of a mile that was flat. Total.


But, after many a climb, we finished! All that, and on a normal Saturday I'd still be snoozing.


Sunday, May 15, 2011

Saturday, May 14, 2011

All in a Week's Work

Monday
1. Dinner with cousin Laura at cute West Village Italian restaurant to celebrate her pregnancy.

Tuesday
2. Lunchtime mission to see President Obama on his way to Ground Zero. No one knew which route he was taking, and I followed the wrong press group...we were one block off. But still fun to take part with all the supportive Americans. Positive vibe - not inappropriately vindictive (as, in my opinion, characterized many of the most publicized celebrations), but patriotic and supportive.


3. Evening run in Central Park with my friend Victor, trying to get in shape for the hills of our 10K a week and a half later (yesterday, actually...documentation coming). Ended at the Reservoir with a gorgeous view of Midtown. I didn't have a camera, but this was basically our view.


Wednesday
4. Rem Koolhaas (superstar architect from The Netherlands) speech at NYU with my coworkers and bosses. The lecture room was in a building on the south side of Washington Square Park looking up 5th Avenue.

Thursday
5. Broadway show How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying with Daniel Radcliffe (aka Harry Potter) and John Larroquette. Both were phenomenal and hilarious, but I think Larroquette may have stolen the show. The theater was beautiful! I've been to a number of shows, and still attending theater loses its charm.


Friday
6. Birthday dinner for my friend Liz, whom I've known since kindergarten and now lives in NY. In the photo below, Liz is in the middle, and my UT friend Elizabeth is on the right. Elizabeth and I work near each other and often have lunch dates. Great story involving her and crazy Texas pride here: http://singleforareason.tumblr.com/post/3549270627/dont-mess-with-texas (it's worth the quick read). Liz and I witnessed this occurrence from across the room, and can confirm that it happened exactly as described. She is now dating the guy and reports that he also owns the shirt in polo version.

Saturday
7. Run in Central Park with Amy. Stopped midway to hear a talented violinist and smell the roses (tulips and azaleas to be perfectly honest...really not so scented).

8. Perusal of the "Festival of Ideas for the New City" street fair, on the Lower East Side, with Amy and her boyfriend Chris. We wandered from booth to booth, listening to hippies' visions of a city full of roof gardens. Stumbled into an art gallery and listened to the artist explain her pieces, all made from trash. They included a huge "painting" composed entirely of melted plastic item from around the house (including green army men, highlighters, and bottle tops). From afar it really looked like paint.

Sunday
9. The most glorious park day of the spring so far: flowers in full-bloom, new discoveries (including waterfall pictured below), and sunshine galore (enough to do a little laying out). It started with a stroll through a street fair on my way to the park, where I ordered a Nutella crepe for breakfast, evolved into a lunchtime picnic with a group of friends, and finally ended by 3 of us giving solicited advice to a self-proclaimed "brooding, love-sick" (and quite attractive) young man who had emerged from over the hillside where we were sunbathing. No matter where I found myself throughout the day, my reoccurring thought was an awe-filled "I walked here from my doorstep."










Monday, May 9, 2011

Easter


As Spring brightens and clears the skies above New York City, it also brightens and clears my vision for the city I love. It had been blurred by five long months of winter. The sharp contrast between seasons makes Springtime Rejuvenation especially acute.

As it did last year, Easter marked the true transition from winter to Spring. The sun shone gloriously on Easter morning, stubbornly defying meteorologists' promises of a rainy day.

Although I didn't make the trip home for the holiday, I undertook the next best endeavor - hosting a brunch for my New York family, my Trinity Grace family. After church we headed straight back to my apartment, and the cooking commenced. I know I am a destined hostess because nothing brought me more joy than to see my little kitchen crowded with busy bees - Elam baking his lintel casserole, Ashley brewing coffee, Elisabeth chopping fruit, Luke cooking cheese grits on the stove, Jillian manning the waffle iron, and I scrambling a ridiculous number of eggs that didn't even feed us all. Yes, all of these things were happening in my little New York kitchen, and more! I'm really not sure how, now that I think about it (there were about 15-20 people there total). Needless to say, amid this joyful chaos, photo documentation was the last thing on my mind, so my words will have to suffice in painting the image in your head.

Once all was prepared, we feasted.

Only after our bellies had swelled and the numbers had dwindled did I think to call on my Kodachrome. The photos you see below are the mere aftermath of the feast. Baby Elion was the first to slip into his food coma, but after most had left, Beth and I squeezed in a nap of our own before heading to the Chelsea service to sing in the choir once again.

Elion & Niki (his mama)

Dipo (Elion's papa), Suzie, & Jillian

Luke & Ashley

Jordan & Mimi

Asheley & Some Pasty Chick

Saturday, April 9, 2011

A SPRING In My Step

During a dusk jog last night in Central Park, I spotted the following:


A trace of Spring! My steps quickened.


I visited the same blossoms this morning, and found them reveling in the sunlight:



So were the daffodils:



Most importantly, it was actually nice enough to sit (or lie) comfortably in one spot at the end of my run (unlike Amy's and my lame attempt last weekend to read in the park...which lasted about 10 minutes before her frozen fingers and my sniffles drove us back inside).



Welcome back Spring. Please don't leave us again.