Friday, August 31, 2007

I’m Made for This

I feel obliged to let the world know what is going on in my life. However, the time that it would take me to elaborate on the amazing adventures of orientation week in New York City would simply be a waste of my time left of orientation week in New York City. Hence, I feel the need to be extremely brief and general in my descriptions. Since arriving in the city I have:

 
 

  • Not had a night earlier than 2 AM
  • Not had a morning later than 9:30 AM (and usually it is before 8)
  • Gone running every day in Riverside park, Central Park, and the tiny indoor Dodge Fitness Center track
  • Been grocery shopping 18 blocks from my dorm room, then had to lug heavy bags all the way back
  • Attended a party exclusively for CU class of 2011 at the Metropolitan Museum of Art's new Greek and Roman collection (free)
  • Attended a party exclusively for CU class of 2011 on Ellis Island (free)
  • Spent 10 hours at Arthur Ashe Stadium watching the likes of Andy Roddick, the Bryan twins, Maria Sharapova, and an epic James Blake match, all while sitting comfortably in the corporate suite of SFX Media, who represent both Roddick and the Bryan twins. (free)
  • Walked through Chinatown and Little Italy, having dinner at a fancy, guidebook suggested restaurant with Pierre while enjoying excellent conversation and company
  • Been recruited for the CU cycling team
  • Registered for classes including Literature Humanities, University Writing, French I, From the Congress of Vienna to The United Nations: Ideas of International Order since 1815, and American Foreign Policy
  • Attended my first college lecture, along with my entire Columbia College class of around 800
  • Made friends with dozens of people with accomplishments that blow my mind
  • Become friends with people who actually do crew
  • Not met any water polo players
  • Learned the school fight song, and pledged to attend at least one football game
  • Watched a Yankee-Red Sox game in a room with several actual Yankee and Red Sox fans
  • Discussed what I wanted to do with my life, and been encouraged to be even more open-minded and cosmopolitan than I already am
  • Lived without purchasing a cup of coffee once
  • Become an expert at finding events with free food (and therefore have avoided using any of my dining dollars just yet)
  • Registered for a New York Public Library Card (the largest public library collection in the world!)
  • Done laundry
  • Gone to many required orientation activities
  • Skipped many required orientation activities in favor of exploring New York City
  • Given directions on the subway without looking at a map
  • Spent more time talking to real people than on facebook
  • Been on the 20th floor in a crowded dorm room when the fire alarm went off
  • Climbed up to my 12th floor (really, 13 since there is a mezzanine level) dorm room any time the elevator is more than 4 floors away, or there is more than 3 people in line for it.. This ends up being most of the time, and at least 3 times a day.
  • Learned to take the service elevator when I really want to take the elevator

     
     

Overall, it has been a good week, and still continues…stay tuned!

Friday, August 10, 2007

Hey There Delilah


 
 

I love the bittersweet

emotion that this song

evokes in me. Oh . . . it's what you do to me!

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Childish Thoughts

So lately I have been thinking. I nearly always think, but recently I have been pondering specifically about my current psychological state as it applies to the aging process, and coming to terms with the fact that I am slowly but surely growing into a full blown adult. It has been almost more of a dreaming than a thinking, where I begin to imagine my life beyond Ventura (basically my life beyond the next 18 days). Some of it is easy to imagine: taking New York by storm, assimilating into the urban chic culture, and studying my brains out at one of the foremost intellectual institutions in the world. Beyond that, however, is where I get caught up. My mind naturally continues beyond New York, seeing myself studying in Paris, law school in some other exotic land (Oxford, perhaps, or maybe Washington or Boston). I fantasy continues; I see myself joining Lawyers without Borders, moving to Paris (or maybe the Hague), spending extended amounts of time in Africa, the Middle East, or Latin America. My ambitions are endless, stopping only when I become the Secretary of State (during the Senning administration, naturally, where there may or may not be some personal attachment/larger story to be told). Even after that I know that I will have to write my memoirs, which is why I must continue to hone my personal composition skills.

 
 

This dreamland of mine is quite fine and dandy. I am content to stay there in the clouds all day, until someone knocks me fervently from my high pedestal by mentioning something about marriage or children. This just baffles me. More than one person has mentioned to me that I would make a great wife (read: primary breadwinner), and some have even gone so far as to mention parenthood. An unnamed source has gone into uncharted territory by hinting at upwards of 6 children. I am unsure if I am the only one that noticed, but my little aforementioned plan included only moi (overlooking the slight foray into the fantasy Senning administration rendezvous). Whenever I have seriously considered my romantic life of the future, I have always either seen brief stints of love broken up by long periods of grand distances, or a man who is artistically and creatively inclined to follow me around the globe. Perhaps a filmmaker, novelist, journalist, or another humanitarianly-minded lawyer. Even a sexy corporate lawyer content to be absorbed in his work when I spend weeks away from our swanky, but small and cozy urban apartment. I do not so much imagine myself to have a lack of romantic life, but one secondary to the true love of my life, cosmopolitan, intellectual humanitarianism.

 
 

I have never seriously considered having children. Ever since I discovered the process by which a child is removed from the womb, I have had absolutely zero interest in ever experiencing such a thing. I am not sure if I am too much or not quite enough self absorbed to wish that a large part of my life be dedicated to raising offspring of my own. I question whether I am more interested in the world according to Shane or in saving the world, but either extreme leaves no room for me to be popping out babies like June Cleaver or Carol Brady. No way, no how. I absolutely despise the thought of being preggers, getting fat, stretching out, having my emotions run rampant, and then at the end having to push a whole living baby out from that little hole down there. Need I even mention the fact that the world is far past the point of overpopulation, with plenty of children out there in need of parents.

 
 

I have, of course, had the thought periodically that I might simply be psychologically unfit to consider children at this point in my life. Young adulthood is a largely independent state, and as I age and grow out of this, I might find myself more willing to settle down. Coming out of my current self and looking past the next few years and ambitions, assuming I do find someone to follow me around the world, I still am unable to see myself wanting to have a kid. Realistically, I do think I would like to adopt (Angelina style, but not so gaudy as Madonna's publicity stunt). If I were to find myself in the right situation, and find the right little person, I can see myself as a mother of a child or two. From my experience with only children, I would never subject a child of mine to such an abhorrent life, so I guess I am stuck at two. Two is my limit, however. More than two is about as damaging as only one, not to mention would drive me crazy.

 
 

Now that I have gotten this futuristic rant out of my system and logically organized in a way that never would have been pieced together sans written words, I guess I should start putting the word out: looking for an ambitious, confident, attractive male willing to travel the world with me, okay with not passing on his family lineage, and preferably fluent in two or more languages. Knowledge of mechanics, world affairs, music, literature, and/or basic fashion also earns points. Turn offs include, but are not necessarily limited to: desire to be in any way suburban, any sort of lasting affinity towards frozen/fried foods, obsessions with network reality shows, having a pathetically boring family, or any isolationist tendencies whatsoever. Adding to the pluses category: I would not mind dating a chef. Sometimes I think it would be cool to be the gorgey SVU lawyer married to Bobby Flay. She's got her shit together.

Friday, August 3, 2007

The San Franciscan in Short

Now - OMG, the family vacation. I have spent the past three plus hours dishing with my mom, my sister, and Hansie about various dramatic goings on in Ventura and beyond. I just love Hansie so much, he livens up my life without fail. When he is around, all of the sudden things like saying the word "cunt" or talking about the sex lives of certain mutual acquaintances (with my mom right next to me).


Later - We have FINALLY arrived…after what seems like five days in the car with the continuous insensitivity and general population bashing, I am sitting the ginormeous lobby of the Hilton san Fransisco. I am discovering the amazingness that is free public wifi. All I can think is, "Why do we not have free public WiFi in Ventura?" it's abaloutley radonculous.




Thursday - I have found my calling…the way that I can can work my way through college and make a name for myself in the bustling little island they call Manhattan: tour guide. I had so much fun yesterday taking my family through the North beach neighborhood, spewing out random facts about places that I found out from my handy Frommer's guide book. This could be Eurotrip, if only I could get laid in Amsterdam. Instead, I bought the Mando Diao CD at Amoeba in the the Haight today and incessantly played the song "Amsterdam."


Being a tour guide really hit me in the middle of the tour that I was leading yesterday afternoon. All of the sudden it dawned on me: I can be loud, controlling, and know-it-all at one time, and get paid for it! All my history and random fact nerdiness would be coveted rather than shrugged off. Guiding tours is also a great way to meet attractive, interesting foreign guys (that can afford to take the tour!). Not that I am actually that shallow as to use such as dating criteria...