- Ridden my (mom's) bike on the beach
- Eaten Nature's Grill
- Picked tangelos and eaten them still warm from the sun
- Made guacamole because the avocados were just there and ripe
- Coffee at Peet's with my whole family
- Seen Riley and Troy
- Hugged my mom
- Been outside without a sweater on
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
- Singapore Airlines (international flight)
- German taxi
- German ICE train (business class, by mistake)
- German local train
- German subway
- German above-ground metro rail
- My bike
- My mom's bike
- Long Island Railroad
- NYC Subway
- NYC cab
- Rental Van
- JetBlue (domestic flight)
- Ford Truck
- PT Cruiser
- Mini Cooper
- My shoes (walking!!)
I think that death is a time to be sad, to let some tears flow, but is also one of the best opportunities to celebrate life. I loved my grandmother more than could be coherently put into a statement, but I also understand that she led a full life and it was her time. Life is not eternal; nor should it be. Rather, we should focus on life as it comes, each and every day. Yesterday I truly appreciated the family that I have, each and every one of them for who they are. I am okay with what happened because I have no regrets. Like I told my dad in the car, all that time that was set aside for "coffee with Mo" was worth it. I shared with her my achievements and my dreams and my fears, and I can't imagine that I would have had a better relationship with her any other way. I have plenty of stories, plenty of ways to remember her.
Sure, I'll probably cry again. I'm tearing up a little just writing this out, but in the end I think they are tears of happiness because there is really not much to be upset about.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
- In Iceland, if you want to name your child something not commonly used, it must be approved for use in the Icelandic language and be able to be declined (change in grammatical case).
- Bristol Palin and the "fiancee" broke up. "A while ago," according to him. And this was on the Twitterfeed of the NYTimes, NPR, and CNN. What is this world coming to???? Grammatically, I think that should be, "to what is this world coming?," but what do I know? Also, where does the comma belong in that last phrase?
Friday, March 6, 2009
Last week, I had a date. Except it wasn’t really a date—we were supposed to meet up when he got back into the city after Shabbat dinner in Queen, but I knew that he probably wasn’t going to make it back on time.
So I found myself sitting alone on the second floor of Whole Foods, tucked up against the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the brilliantly lit Empire State Building over a bustling Union Square on a Friday night.
And it wasn’t as lonely as it sounds.
As a person who is completely captivated by the city and has little patience to wait around for others to be similarly enthralled, I oftentimes find myself hopping on the 1 train for a solo trip downtown. There are plenty of places in the city that are perfectly acceptable, if not preferable, to visit alone.
This particular evening, Whole Foods’ cafe was jam-packed. A businessman (and, he was eager to mention, a former Columbia student) explained life as a New Yorker to two German tourists, while a group of New York University modern dance students discussed all the things that were wrong with ballet teachers.
People from all walks of life passed through—couples, singles, families, workers, tourists, and lone faces like me just silently observing the rest. It struck me that New York is one of the only places in the world where such a lively scene is to be had at 10 p.m. on a Friday night—and one of the only places where I could be comfortable being completely alone at such a time.
As the evening waned, I decided to move from my perch (but not before observing two undercover cops bust a few drug dealers in the park). I headed up Union Square East to the W Hotel Union Square—another haunt that I knew would have space for a single person looking for a seat and a few crazies to observe. I was also hungry, and knew that they always have a large bowl of free apples at the check-in desk.
Instead of finding a comfy couch for myself, I discovered another one of my favorite things about New York—friendly strangers. What do you do if you are a 30-something-year-old guy out with a few buddies on a Friday night, and a lonely-looking girl walks in, obviously in need of a seat? You ask her to sit down.
And so my group of one became a group of six, and I found myself with a pseudo-date for the evening. He was a theater producer out with his banker friends from New Jersey, and actually made being in theater sound more promising than being in finance. We discussed my lack of a date, my experience at Columbia, my future in law school, and my desire to save the world (everyone seems skeptical about that one).
I spent a perfectly pleasant hour and a half in the company of five people I had never met before, just because I decided to walk into a bar alone. At the end of the evening, a really drunk lady handed me a rose and told me I was pretty.
This is why I tell my mother that I don’t need to look for a husband. I can marry Manhattan.