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Giant Gummy Bears on the Streets of NYC

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On one of our weekend walks around the city, Kamran and I ran into an installation called “Bear Forest” by Spanish artist dEmo in the THE LAB gallery in the Roger Smith hotel. Imagine the wonder of rounding a corner and coming face to face with a roomful of these:

Bear Forest by dEmo at LAB Gallery

Bear Forest by dEmo at LAB Gallery

Bear Forest by dEmo at LAB Gallery

Bear Forest by dEmo at LAB Gallery

Bear Forest by dEmo at LAB Gallery

Gummy bears! With pectoral muscles! And questionable intentions! (Am I right in thinking that these things could be straight out of a cute-things-turned-deadly horror movie, a la Gremlins?)

Overnight New York, where I got all the information about the exhibit–because of course I was too busy daydreaming about gnawing on some bear bellies to actual take note of what this was–says the exhibit goes away on March 30th, so see it while you can!

The One Time I Didn’t Speak Up on the Bus Pays Off

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In theory, I love everything about public transportation, but in practice, there are those days when I just plain want to be left alone, when every sound anyone makes annoys me, when friendly conversation going on around me seems as grating as an alarm clock at 6 a.m. One of those days was a couple of months back, when a gaggle of older women were clucking around the front seats of the Select M15 bus, where I like to sit, finding something to say about everything. This one’s hair. That one’s purse. This one’s son. That one’s dog.

And then a lady from Australia or New Zealand (sorry that I can’t tell you apart, Aussies and Kiwis) got on the front of the bus and tried to use her MetroCard with the driver to pay, not knowing that you have to pay outside at the fare collectors on the sidewalk. The bus driver told her to stay on the bus to save time and to get off at the next stop to pay, and that set the ladies off on a race to determine who could say the most negative things about the way the Select Bus Service runs. I’m so used to riding the Select bus and being able to pay outside and enter through all three doors that I get confused as to why everything seems to be running so inefficiently when I find myself on a local, non-Select bus. Why are all of these people entering through the front door? Why are they all stopping by the driver, and why are we sitting for minutes at a time at every stop? Ohhhhh, right.

But after a year and a half of SBS service, apparently these women were still having a hard time coming to grips with the ease of use of the thing and took the opportunity to unload onto this poor, unsuspecting woman who nodded understandingly to all of them in turn and consoled them in her charming accent. I was going to speak up and ask them to pipe down, but I decided not to add to the hullabaloo and just quietly put on my headphones.

Then, just as we were pulling out of the bus stop one night this week, the woman in front of me turned and said, “Your hair is looking really good. I like it that way.” I said, “Oh, you see me on the bus often?” And then I realized that it was one of the ladies. The loudest one, the alpha complainer. I said, “Actually, I recognize you, too.” She asked, “You get on at 23rd Street in the mornings, right?”, and I told her my actual stop. “So you’ve seen me in the mornings?” I asked, adding, “I’ve seen you at night, but I’m always in such a trance in the mornings.” “Oh, please, I’m always still asleep,” she said, “but I sometimes see you, and you seem very nice.”

Read the rest here!

What I Did on My Brooklyn Vacation

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Kamran’s been in California visiting his parents since February 16th. I stayed at his apartment by myself for a couple of days, because:

1) studio apartments make me feel safe and cozy
2) I can be naked as much as I want to there
3) he left me a refrigerator full of food
4) his DVR is full of 14 episodes of “House Hunters” at a time for me
5) I’m there so much that it feels more familiar than my own apartment

But on that Saturday afternoon after he left, I finally convinced myself I should go hang out with my roommate and enjoy the things my apartment offers that Kamran’s doesn’t. And then I never left. Here’s what I did during those two and a half weeks in Brooklyn:

1) ate at the first Shake Shack in Brooklyn three times: once with just my roommate, once with our friends Eric and Christine, and once with our friends Jeff and Chris

2) made two of the cutest dresses using the easiest tutorial ever, which I’ll share with you once I can convince myself to take the necessary step-by-step pictures

3) shopped at my incredible grocery store with all of its super-gourmet ingredients at non-Manhattan prices

4) chopped vegetables on my immense counter space and actually enjoyed it

5) ordered my first slow-cooker and used it to make some

pork butt

6) ate pizza three times: at Don Antonio with my friends Henry and Lucy, at Forcella with my friends Meredith and Jordan, and at home by myself with the free pizza Papa John’s gave out after the Super Bowl (yes, I’m a Papa Rewards member and proud of it)

7) took pictures of the sunset off the roof of my building:

Brooklyn Sunset

8) ate enough bánh mì from Hanco’s to hold me over for the year

9) watched seasons 1 and 2 of “Friday Night Lights” on Netflix with my roommate, who’s seeing it for the first time, and dyyyyyyyyyying all over again at how wonderful it is

10) watched season 2 of “Downton Abbey” and married Mr. Bates fifteen times in my mind

11) stored low-carb ice cream in my full-size freezer and ate it leisurely like a normal person who doesn’t have to use not having a freezer as an excuse to eat a whole pint at a time

12) washed dishes in my dishwasher instead of leaving them in the sink for days and hoping the cockroaches will lick them clean. and then dry them. and put them away for me.

13) showered and pooped whenever I wanted to in my own bathroom that I share with no one

14) went to the Brooklyn Museum with my roommate and our friends Ash and Chris and met up with my friend Dayna, my best friend’s college roommate of four years, who works at the Columbus art museum and was in town to see how the Brooklyn Museum does their free First Saturdays program

Rachel Kneebone The Descent at the Brooklyn Museum
this thing was amaaaaaazing, and we got yelled at for taking pictures of it

Rachel Kneebone The Descent at the Brooklyn Museum


this piece included a video of a girl lifting these boxes onto the shelves;
they were apparently heavy from the way she struggled with them

Brooklyn Museum
is it just me, or are these two poops with legs?

15) had lunch at Angelo Sosa’s Social Eatz with my long-longtime blogfriend, Amy, who was in town for an art conference and talked about how we didn’t understand why everyone hated Beverly on this season of “Top Chef”

16) slept diagonally on my memory foam mattress whenever I felt like it

17) woke up an hour and a half later than usual, because I wasn’t going to the gym and I live one subway stop from my office

18) wore all of the clothes that never see any action since they’re stored at my apartment

19) accidentally farted in bed, quickly looked over to see if Kamran had heard it, realized there was no one there, and let it ride

20) spent hours on the phone with Kamran planning all of the great things we’re going to do when he gets back home

And now he IS back home, and we’re about to kill this city.

Kill it, I say.

Hotels Near Times Square Are Gaudy and Wonderful

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Hotel Wellington NYC

Looking down into Times Square from West 55th Street.

The NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade in NYC

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Everything else about it sucks, but there are exactly three reasons I love working downtown:

1) the view,
2) my apartment is one subway stop away, and
3) ticker tape parades!

I had originally planned to go down to the street to capture some pictures of the players for anyone who might actually care about sports, but the sidewalks were barricaded by the time I got to work at 9, and the teeming hordes of fans were already infiltrating (don’t these people have jobs?), so my co-worker Roxanne and I took to the balcony on our floor instead to shoot some skyline pictures and talk about which of the team members she’s going to marry someday. Our office is 25 stories up, so the panorama from the balcony is pretty incredible.

The parade began on the Western-most side of lower Manhattan, Battery Park City:

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012

and continued up Broadway to City Hall:

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012
We think this tiny black car held Mr. MVP, Elisha Nelson “Eli” Manning (haha, Elisha).

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012
New Jersey, across the Hudson River.

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012
This office emptied case after case of copier paper out of their windows.

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012
There was plenty of toilet paper flying, too.

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012
Toilet paper in the air over the in-progress One World Trade Center, a.k.a. Freedom Tower.

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012
Football players in NYC sightseeing buses.

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012

NY Giants Ticker Tape Parade 2012
Roxanne is actually a sports fan, so this is way less fake than if I had been holding the sign.

And thus concludes my half-hour of caring about football once every four years. Hooray!