Just waiting on the train…
While underground transportation can be a sometimes perilous place, last week I had the fortunate coincidence of witnessing the amazingness of both Lorraine Touissant and Tina Roth Eisenberg on my commute home. I of course did not let on that I knew who they were, but I was able to help Touissant navigate her route home and eaves dropped on Eisenberg as she chatted with a fellow admirer.
February has officially come to an end but snow still waltzes amongst the weary citizens of New York. Every morning I trudge through the slosh of ice and snow in Greenwich village, shielding my eyes from the stark clouds above. As I pass Prodigy Coffee, sometimes I look down and find plant life, somehow surviving and embedded in the cement beneath me.
My web series is trudging along as well, soon we’ll come to picture lock and then it’s off to color and mix! Dylan and Taylor have been delightful and it seems, so far, the culmination of my post production experience is slowly coming into fruition with this little side project of mine.
Thanks to my Aunt Bea, my steady supply of New York Magazine has been a blessing in disguise – a perfect compliment to Atul Gawande’s Being Mortal and the Nora Ephron anthology I’m working my way through. I even managed to pick up a Vanity Fair and read a lovely little article celebrating The Sound of Music’s 50th anniversary.
Also, February in the city has been busy. Between Fashion Week, the NBA All Star Game, Valentine’s Day and the Westminster Dog show, I couldn’t help but bring out my DSLR for some fun!
And then there’s life underground, in the silent subways, quiet moments of solitude in a sea of so many. Here is where I try to study, to see and to wait for that perfect moment to happen across from me.
Two days after arriving back to my room in Brooklyn, a good college buddy of mine named Georger decided to come for a visit.
After counting down to 2014 in Rebecca’s living room with a view (fireworks shimmering over The Statue of Liberty anyone?) we slept for a good nine hours before embarking on our New Year’s Day adventure.
Morning subway trip to High Street to walk the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan.
Georger’s first time out on the ice. I’ve never had to teach anyone to ice skate before and it was quite the enjoyable challenge having to put the physics of ice skating into words.
Lunch break in Korea Town. We had some lovely barley tea and I discovered (and ate!) a little something called black rice. For dessert I found myself munching on a rice doughnut and hunted down some old favorites in a Korean bookshop.
We ended the night with Georger’s friend Jason at Smalls jazz club. It was the first time for all of us. The drummer introduced himself to me and I slipped comfortably into the rhythm of the music as G + J chatted quietly in Chinese behind me.