Hello all! I very much apologize for the lapse in posts. I will not let this blog go under simply because I'm done with classes and have been loafing around for weeks. Therefore, I will temporarily be documenting said loafing.
I have been taking in the sights and sounds of the city like never before, with new eyes and ears. Well, new eyes anyway, as I have acquired new spectacles and contact lenses to view all the splendors of Spring. Such as all of this lovely biblical-level rain we've been doused with for a fort night. But I am not one to knock something that makes walking the sidewalks cleaner, and let's face it, in the long run, sweeter.
Before the present monsoon began, I was in Central Park like it was going out of style. So many things going on, at any given time, on any given (rain-free) day. I love it! In fact. I feel like I've gone farther than central Manhattan. Discovering new parts of the park I thought I knew so well, one could say I was Versailles myself with shock and awe, of the beauty.
I have never been to France, (but I have been to Europe, haters) and I must say, for this summer, why bother? All of the beauty of Marie Antoinette's old crib is right under our noses, from 110th street to 59th street. I highly recommend, to anyone who has the means, to enter the park on the most upper east corner (yes, that means Spanish Harlem) and walking south about 10 blocks, then going off road (sneakers, people!) all the way west. From there, go wherever the wind takes you. The wind took me to France, the Pocono mountians, and the old-timey toy store Pennywhistle that used to be around the corner from my house growing up, on Greene and Spring, where Longchamp designer handbags now inhabits, because SoHo is no longer deemed kid friendly. There used to be a toy bear on the door that would blow bubbles down the sidewalk. Ahh, memories.
Here are a few, eerily alike images, of New York City's Central Park, and The Palace of Versailles, France.
You heard me.
There were numerous bubble-blowing guys in the park, using home made, hap hazard giant bubble makers out of long sticks and string. They worked SO WELL IT WAS CRIMINAL. They blew them so big that I couldn't help reference the energy plasma that emanates from every person's chest and apparently has a lot to do with time traveling, and was made so clear in the most awesome cult movie Donnie Darko. If you haven't seen it, stop reading and go download a torrent of the directors cut and watch it right now. I cannot stress directors cut enough. You think it won't make sense the first time you see it anyway, but unless you see it the way Richard Kelly intended, there's no hope you'll ever get it. On another unrelated note, that fellow holding the camera in the bubble pic is not filming the gorgeous Bethesda Fountain, but rather the ensuing dueling (fake) sword fight a bunch of nerds were attempting. In the most public place you could imagine. Amazing/awesome/fail/hilarious. So, I'm digressing.. Bubbles.
Have you ever looked up the word rhetorical in the dictionary?
I wanted to be this girl. Who can pull off pants like those? SHE can!
This was the most magical thing I'd seen in a while. I had to get in on it.
After a brief tutorial from the bubble master, I was ready to go.
And away I went!
Thank goodness we all survived the 'imminent rapture'/were left on Earth as 'sinners' for eternity, to wake up each day and go to parks and walk around getting iced lattes just fine. Either way, I'm enjoying the time out of class. I will try my hardest to not let such a long time go between posts. And they will be back on track with show reviews soon, I promise. I like to think of all this rain as perfect museum weather. Stay dry, everyone! I'm BACK!