The Heat [trailer]

Sandra Bullock, Melissa McCarthy, FBI agents and director Paul Feig? Yes!!!

Admission [trailer]

Focus Features released a trailer for the new Paul Weitz film ADMISSION. Starring Tina Fey, Paul Rudd and Gloria Reuben (an ER Alum), shot by Declan Quinn and colored by Joe Gawler, let's just say I'm geeking out at the office, seeing this film come through and and brought to life. 

First Snow ::

Election night came and went and as Obama’s winning votes settled in and the temperature steadily dropped, a nor’easter (new word by the way) swooped in the next day and evening to dump snow on Manhattan. While the thick snowflakes were pretty, it was another devastating blow to the post-Sandy recovery.

But how I love a first snowfall and even though he alludes to January, Wallace Steven’s poem “The Snow Man” always comes to mind…perhaps try reading it with Samuel L. Jackson’s voice narrating it in your head. Awesome? Thought so.



Election Night 2012 ::


Oh to practicing our democratic freedoms and voting in the 2012 presidential election!

After catching wind of the pop and circumstance being set up down at Rockefeller Center, I made haste afterwork to bask in the glory of election night underneath the lit American flags, in front of an ice rink converted into a a map of America, and having Brian Williams reporting live on a platform above me. It was heaven. We watched as the different window washing units decorated in either Romney red or Obama blue climbed slowly up the iconic Rockefeller building. 


Directly in front of us was security annoyingly trying to keep the pathway in front of the ice rink clear. He’d yell out to the crowd, “Where’d the pathway go?” and we’d boldly respond, “I don’t know! Did we put it in our pocket?” He was only slightly amused.

I befriended two sets of Londoners who were here visiting and I had my mom and cousin on speed dial so they could inform me on what states had provided the electoral college votes per candidate. That was the one annoying thing; NBC wasn’t broadcasting the broadcast, picture nor sound, out to the audience freezing outside in the cold, November wind. But oh well.

I watched as the West coast votes came in and Obama’s unit up the building sprang to life. The atmosphere on the subway home was a joyous one and it was nice to see people sharing and interacting in their euphoric state when usually the trains are deathly silent and you’re rocked to sleep by the white noise and the slight jostle of the car zooming down the dark tunnels.


Obama took his time gracing the stage for his acceptance speech, but I was glad I chose to stay up until 2AM to catch it. Here’s to another four years. “Earn this,” I say, “Earn this.”


Sandy ::

Well it looks like I survived my first Hurricane and Halloween in NYC. The days leading up to Sandy were eerily calm and quiet, and while I waited too long to buy new batteries for my grandfather’s flashlight, the roommate and I did stock up on food, matches and candles.

My little spot in Manhattan rests a safe 200+ feet above the Hudson River. Fortunately, all we experienced were flickering lights and hellacious winds as I tried to keep my mind off the weather and decided to see what Pretty Little Liars is all about it. Be careful, it’s addictive! 

However, south of Penn Station, things were a bit different. My office located in SoHo somehow secured a generator for our floor so we were up and running in less than 12 hours. Artists from post houses all over lower Manhattan flocked to our safe haven of power and light to make their deadlines. But having to commute 10 miles without subway, bike or car proved quite difficult. I was able to get a hang of the bus system pretty quickly, despite the sketchy neighborhoods I had to wait for transfers in, and leaving work after the sunset felt like I was on NBC’s Revolution. My coworkers guided us flashlightless souls with headlamps up the Avenues until we reached the promised land where electricity ran free north of 26th. I will say though I did enjoy my morning treks to work through the West Village; the buses wouldn’t go further than W 14th Street.


Ft. Tryon Park was destroyed, but I can’t really complain for our NJ neighborhoods and the outlying boroughs were hit much much worse. I’m just glad my fellow KU alum Marples is safe and sound! 


I guess here’s to New York adventures…

A great write up by New York magazine’s John Homans |