Went to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden this past Sunday to see the Cherry Blossoms and had a little fun with my macro lens.
Went on an adventure through Manhattan a while ago and sort of ran into the New York Public Library. I only had my cell, so pictures are kind of crummy, but man it was pretty! Also, there was a ghostbuster guy just wandering around…
Had some friends visit this past weekend. Went to the Guggenheim for the first time and purchased a print from a man in a vending machine, played in some snow in Central Park and discovered a pretty rad flea market in Brooklyn. Overall a good weekend.
I moved to New York with two suitcases and a backpack. I share a small room with my boyfriend. We share a single, overstuffed dresser and a tiny closet and we sleep on an air mattress on the floor. 90% of our belongings are still in Florida. I’ve tried to make this place feel a little homier by hanging things on the wall and purchasing small shelves, but the truth is I miss my stuff.
I miss my toolbox, my knick-knacks, my art supplies, my family photos, my bedding, my printer. I miss having a desk and book shelves. I miss having a coffee table. I miss having somewhere to sit…
I shouldn’t be complaining; I’m not alone, I have a good job, I live in New York City and I can actually afford to live here…but holy shit, I just want my stuff.
Watched Seeking a Friend for the End of the World the other night and I cannot get this movie out of my head…
The world is about to be struck by an asteroid and humanity has been given a three week death sentence. After Dodge’s wife runs away (literally) he continues along with his mundane life until he encounters his neighbor Penny who inadvertently pushes him into a journey to reconnect with a long lost love interest.
It goes without saying that Steve Carrell is an amazing and incredibly effective actor; he’s funny, human and emotive in a way that is both subtle and powerful. And -granted he’s got a pretty serious schnoz- I’m starting to realize that he’s a damn handsome man. Am I just late on this one…? Kiera Knightley is always a hit or miss with me, but this role is definitely one of her better ones. Although her character has a few eye-rolling quirks, her emotional reactions are rather fitting for someone who seems to be just barely on the safe side of unstable, and are in fact rather touching at times.
There’s a surprising number of familiar faces in the cast (“is that Jerry!?!”) and they all lend a good dose of humor and humanity, displaying a wide array of reactions to their impending doom. Elsa the housekeeper is certainly my favorite; although I can’t decide if her ignorance of what is happening is deliberate or not, it’s endearing.
This is probably the most adorable and simultaneously depressing movie I’ve seen in a while. It does have a few plot holes (a puddle jumper crossing the Atlantic?), but I personally feel like all things considered, they’re rather forgivable. And I suppose it could be deemed cheesy with its emphasis on the fear of dying alone, but within the context it’s appropriate and handled without the usual melodrama. It certainly takes a different approach to the end of the world theme and focuses more on the human state rather than the apocalyptic. It starts humorous and fairly lighthearted and evolves into something more sweet and sentimental as the clock counts down to doomsday, which all feels very natural in its development considering the context. For me, the most compelling part of the movie comes in the last few moments, and holy hell, it’s a devastating combination of sentimentality and subtle terror. It really does end in a perfectly poignant way. And although it technically is a happy ending, it’s a very tragic happy ending all the same. I mean, come on, the world just fucking ended you guys.
Seriously, this movie is damn good.
Nemo was my first blizzard in Brooklyn. Despite the amount of freezing snow being blasted into my face, mouth and up my sleeves, I couldn’t help but giggle the entire walk home from the bus stop after work Friday; I was beyond excited for some real snow. Needless to say, we spent the evening in anticipating something far worse than what actually took place, but I did bundle up and venture out around midnight to take some pictures.
By Saturday morning we had a conservative 6 or 7 inches covering the backyard. Sadly, no one would make a snowman with me…
The world as nothing he did prize,
For as a scarecrow in men’s eyes
He lived, and was their bugbear too;
And had the luck, with much ado,
To live a fool, and yet die wise.
One and a half years later and I finally finished. So long, Don Quixote.
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Tomorrow I become a New Yorker.