Jones Beach-July 4, 2009

Copenhagen layover

the end of winter and the beginning of spring

Last weekend I was in Utah for my nephew Will's first birthday.





I love getting lost in Central Park. Today I was so tired of sitting in my apartment on call so I went for a walk in the park.

If you have a little time...

When I work at the boutique in Soho, I have a lot of down time. This is what has stood out to me today. Seriously, click on any of these links-at least the sleep walking dog. You won't be sorry. 

Bizkit the sleep walking dog

So do you still want to date a banker?

The Daily Show

I'm just NOT into this movie

I went to see "He's just not into you" last Friday. And I Hated it. That's right, hate, with a capital H. The two people I went to see it hated it too, though we are all in different relationship situations-single and dating, deep into a relationship that is breaking up, to married with a child. I couldn't figure out why I hated it so much. I think it's because I couldn't decide whether I bought into the premise or not. (plus there was the bad acting, too many sub-plots, etc, but that's not really the point of this post) I found this review about it online that I liked a lot. (fyi, there are some words that might offend some)

http://www.pajiba.com/hes-just-not-that-into-you-review.htm

What I finally got to thinking is that unless you do really psycho desperate stuff (some of which the girls in the movie did, and some people do in real life), I don't think it really matters what we do or don't do. If two people like each other, it works. If that "thing" is there, it's there, if not then it isn't. i don't like the way the book makes it seem like there are such exact rules. There may be for some people, but i don't really think all guys we are dealing with are that traditional. I'm so tired of analyzing texts and phone calls and phrases that people say in passing. There is a chance I may be delusional, but I really think for the modern world, in which many of us are attempting to not let traditions of the past unecessarily hold us captive, it's impossible to simplify things that much. I am going to stop thinking in such terms as "the girl does this" and "the guy does this," and try to attempt to relate to guys as if we are both people. Crazy? Maybe. I'll let you know...

Rainy Paris

a little peace and quiet

Is it too much to ask to have silence on the subway in the morning? The kind of ride where us snobby New Yorkers don't look at each other, and definitely don't talk to each other?

Because today's subway ride started out with a guy yelling crazy rants at people-something about finding religion and how we were all going to hell. When I changed trains, I was lucky enough to get on the one with a Mexican mariachi singer, and not a very good one at that. He got off, and I thought things were looking up, but then there was this "filmmaker" selling his animated movies for a dollar. And yelling about it at the top of his lungs. 

My ears are still ringing from having my iPod turned up full volume.