Posts Tagged ‘nyc’

Interns with a dream

July 22, 2008

We’re Interns with a Dream, All of us

The girl I had met 5 minutes before was trying to describe the rather strange gathering of people on the 2nd floor of Red Sky bar at 29th and Park. It was hot, but not as hot as the roof where we were supposed to be. It was dark, but with just enough red candlelight to discern who was standing around. Girls. Lots of girls, with brown hair, blond hair, black hair, a few with red hair. Oh and a couple guys, maybe gay or probably weird.

It was one of the Ed2010 happy hour events. Ed2010 has truly become a household name in the magazine world. If you want to work magazine, live magazine or eat magazines (what?), then you read Ed2010 weekly, if not daily. All the people who work there, from the founder to the event planners, work for free. Maybe they do it because it’s fun and pretty much a social event with people like you. But more likely, when they were interns, someone who had Made It probably went a little mad and actually went out of his or her way to help a newbie, an intern, a nobody (ok, that’s a little harsh and not true). 

The event was fun. I always have to convince myself a little bit to actually make it to the events (hello! i could be watching Melrose Place in bed!) but then realize that only good things could come from Ed Happy Hours (meeting people like you, meeting upper level volunteers, get some fresh air (or stuffy 2nd floor bar air) and $4 Appletinis). I think I may even be on the homepage of — I know I was definitely posing and cheesing for the camera. We’ll see!


One Last Laugh

July 19, 2008

I went to see The Dark Knight last night.

**Before I go on, if you are scared of clowns or very scary clowns, you may not want to view the photos at the end of the post. They’re so cool that I have to post.**

Going to see movies on opening weekend is so much fun in New York City, not only because everyone gets so hyped up about them and tickets sell out days if not weeks in advance, but because most of the plot usually takes place on the very ground we’re sitting on.

Or in the case of last night, on the very ground we were 10 stories above (in a very fictional sense, as it’s actually Gotham City). The theater we were able to get tickets to (my 4 girl friends and I) was in Brooklyn, exactly 1/2way between my place and their place (and Jenn, the odd woman out had to come from New Jersey — the other 3 are roommates).  But it actually works out quite well to have the Brooklyn Heights/Park Slope area as a 1/2way point between our apartments because it’s SUCH a nice area. It’s where all the editors at work live and where rich people stroll along wide, brick-laden sidewalks. And of course, since it is still Brooklyn, you can walk 2 blocks in a particular direction and be in the ghetto.

So we got to the theater exactly 40 minutes before the show, which was very necessary. 5 minutes later there was a crowd of 200 out the door slamming forward to — I don’t know why everyone has to push, it’s not like we were going anywhere at first! We finally were let through the gates and I thought we would be let into the theater, but no. We had to take about 10 flights of escalators up to wait in yet another huge line. Then after chatting away with my friends for a while longer (no problem) they led us to a different floor, yet again, and we got into a third line. And finally, got into our seats. There were definitely several people sitting on the floor by the time the movie started.

And I’m sure they didn’t mind too much because this movie is GOOD. I won’t give anything away, I hope, but it has several very intense moments of action, emotion and laughter. They really pack it in with the special effects, and the acting of Heath Ledger is phenomenal. He has that crazy thing down to a tee. 

Speaking of Heath Ledger, there are several moments where they have a specific way of portraying the character where you can see beyond the caked or dripping (depending on how excited Joker is) makeup to the personable and lovable actor from 10 Things I Hate About You (teen classic). It made Julianne and I very sad at a couple points in the movie, but I think it’s good that if he was going to pass away, at least he ended with a commendable role (do we think awards?)


Side Note: There’s one thing that made me really upset that night though. As we were in the area of Cobble Hill that can be a little more low-income shall we say, there were at least half black people in the theater (I didn’t really think anything of it, although I did notice) And let me first say that a person’s color doesn’t matter to me. But I have seen several instances of rude and/or stupid behavior in my life from Black and White people. It all just depends on the type of person, and there are definitely low-quality types of both. Anyways, there was a scene in which people had to evacuate the city of Gotham. They had one huge cruise-ship-type boat of inmates, who happened to be mostly black, and another boat of “civilians,” who were probably 100% white and the boats both just sat on the river off shore. The joker gave them each a bomb trigger to blow up the other boat, and said if neither had blown the other up before the hour’s end, he would blow up both the boats. Well, as you can imagine, it was a pretty intense scene of back-and-forth decisions and arguments on each of the boats, whether to do it or not. At one point, the civilian boat was about to pull the trigger to blow up the boat of inmates, and this black girl behind me said “You got the wrong boat” and her friend a few seats down repeated “You got the wrong boat” snickering. I’m sorry, but when did it become okay to be openly racist?! Or racist at all… I mean, I know we all have our prejudices (that I wish were not there, but don’t deny everyone has them), but don’t be outright hateful and mean. Unless you think they could be talking about something else? I really don’t. It was pretty obvious what they were saying. I mean, come on! 

But after losing about 2 minutes of the movie because I was steaming about it, I got back into the plot for the last hour. Honeslty, the only thing I’d say to critisize the movie is the length. It’s well over 2 hours long and the last 1/3 is not quite as gripping as the prior segments. But it’s still quite good throughout and well worth paying the $12 to see it in the city (or the 8 to see it in another city).

And one of my favorite parts, and I think pretty much everyone else’s in the theater, really was Heath Ledger as The Joker. He was absolutely amazingly psychotic and thrilling. And somewhat of a lovable character, too. Weird, huh? Here are some pics I like:

Marc Lee, The Daily Telegraph
The Dark Knight has plenty of high-speed, maximum-volume action sequences, but it is also one of the most intelligent big-budget Hollywood movies of recent times; and no sympathy vote is required for a cinematic creation as accomplished as Ledger’s deranged, demonic Lord of Chaos. It is a genuinely unsettling, brilliantly nuanced portrait of evil.

Brooklyn Promenade, Sunday night

June 16, 2008

Brooklyn Heights, a neighborhood close to the Brooklyn Bridge and the Promenade



View of the Financial District (Manhattan) from the Brooklyn Promenade






Greenpoint Goodies

June 5, 2008

On Tuesday after work, I decided, after weeks of planning and thinking about it, I would get a mani/pedi.  In any other place in the states it seems, a manicure usually costs anywhere from $12-20 and a pedicure is definitely usually $30+.  At least that’s what I remember from the distant past when I lived in Normalsville and Pretty Boringston.  

I walked up Manhattan Ave, the main street near my apt., knowing that there was a manicure place up there somewhere. I was going to get on the G train 2 stops down to this place called Sun Nail Salon or something, but I didn’t feel like dealing with the crazy G train, esp. with gooey nails.

There was only one other girl getting her nails done by an Asian lady, but it was just 5 o’ clock. A 2nd larger woman emerged from the back, wearing faded stretch pants with what she probably thought was a hip print.  OR actually, she probalby didn’t care.  

You pick your colors, she barked before even really looking at me.

Geez, I thought.  I guess you DO pay for the price.  A manicure + pedicure was only $17!! That’s about half of the price of a normal pedicure where I come from.  Score!

As I sat in the massage chair, which was kind of stabbing my back with objects of all shapes and sizes from under the faux leather, I tried to joke around with the manicurist. 

Probably the worst feet you’ve seen, sorry.  

Instead of telling me she’s seen worse, like she should have, she just raised one of her painted on eyebrows. The space where her eyebrows should have been was painfully bare and her new, redish tinted paint brows formed scary upside-down checkmarks above her eyes.

Well, you’ve probably seen worse, I laughed, making myself feel better since she wasn’t going to.

The nails came out looking okay. A nice color — the hands a little too spunky for work, but I do work at a pretty spunky place, so I think it’s okay. Hot watermelon pink on the hands and grapey red on the toes. Perfect! 

And after my nails, I got some “please make it very hot” green curry at this Thai place a couple blocks up. The cook, who was working in an open kitchen, seemed happy to meet the challange.  A little too happy, in fact. 

I quickly withdrew my request, making sure he knew my tongue did not want to be burned alive. He only smiled and then added, “I take care of you.”

The curry was actually amazing! I love love love hot food, so it’s hard to describe how hot it actually was compared to what other people like.  Let’s just say I couldn’t feel my mouth after a while and had a hard time watching my Will & Grace DVD because my eyes were welled up with tears.  But oh, was it good.

Lunas Clifs and Ozwalies

June 4, 2008


As a working girl, I have been recently introduced to the confusing variety of snack bars, or whatever the official name is. And it’s confusing because, since we’re eating them, that means we’re probably trying to be healthy, which means, WHICH BAR TO DO YOU BUY?!

There are the infamously girly Luna Bars, the powerful hunkly man Clif bars, and those Ashevillesque hippie bars, Ozwalies (I know I’m saying that wrong). I personally have been a long-time (2-month) fan of the Luna bars. I quickly became accustomed to the somewhat chalky vitamin taste that spans across the brands of most all health bars, and am now able to appreciate the differences between the flavors.

Nuts Over Chocolate is so yummy. There’s one with cranberries and nuts, one called Blueberry Frost, which has spooky ghost-colored frosting all on one side. There are probably at least 20 different flavors, each bar costing anywhere from $1-2.

So, in an effort to provide some clarity to myself and others, I will post some nutritional information for the bars, which should help me decide which one’s the best, if any. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all have a whole ton of sugar to hide the Extreme Nutrients.

I found this comprehensive chart that includes several different “energy bars,” but does not include that Aussie bar, Ozwalie. Oh well. Here it is:

Prolithic Sports

Energy Bars Comparison Chart

Energy Bars Vegan Price
per Bar
Calories **Carbs
(g / %)
(g / %)
(g / %)
(g / %)
Bear Valley $1.13 106.4 420 59
9 17
Builders Bar $1.66 68 270 30
4 20
260 250
Clif Bar Y $1.13 68 250 51
3-8 5-12
80 293
Clif Nectar Y $1.69 45 170 29
3-6 3
0 270
Elev8 Me $2.01 66 220 32
4 18
Larabar Y $1.25 48 190 24
4 5
0 240
Luna Bar Y $1.17 48 180 24
1 10
125 105
Nutiva Original $1.57 40 210 11
5 9
Organic Veg. Bar Y* $2.25 68 300 34
5 14
ProBar Y $2.50 80 350 50
6.5 8
Raw Revolution Y $1.36 64 273 31
3 7
1% DV

**percentages represent calories derived from each macro-nutrient catagory (i.e. carbs, protein, fat)
*sugar percentage is percent of total calories.
Note: values listed may vary depending on flavor, vegan rating may depend on flavor.Data compiled by Prolithic Sports from product labels and manufacturer’s websites. We attempt to keep this page current and accurate but errors happen.

*Picture I took on my walk home from work* 6/2/08

My Boys in the city

May 24, 2008

Since Thursday night, my dad and brother have been in town and my brother, Simon, is 20 and hasn’t ever been to NYC.  Well, now not only can he say he’s been here, but he’s lived here (I convinced them to rent an apartment in Williamsburg, Brooklyn for the weekend on Craigslist) and driven here (the two of them drove the MPV minivan 9 hours up here from North Cakilak).  And my Dad’s been here on business, but he hasn’t even touched the real nyc experience until now: I have him on the subway during morning work rushhour, crossing the Pulaski bridge from Brooklyn to Queens, parking his car alone in Brooklyn when there’s no parking (sorry!!).

They’ve been a little overwhelmed by the jolt from Southern Living to New York reality.  I know it’s not easy and it’s definitely not for everyone.  But I tried to make up for it in the Itinerary.  Oh, so, before they got here, I created an 8-page itinerary/calendar of the weekend.  It includes restaurants (Caracas, Clinton Bakery, Lupes East LA Restaurant, The Burger Joint, etc.), tourist-type events like the STaten Island Ferry, and special events, like the Yankee’s game we’re about to go to in Da Bronx today.

Alex Grey

Yesterday was great though!  Simon’s surprise is the baseball game, but Dad is so good that he guessed his own surprise.  Just by looking at the address of COSM, he knew what it was (but how??).  So, I have to admit, I was a little disappointed that he guessed it, but got over that fast.  

The museum, a gallery of Alex Grey’s work all showcased in his self-designed establishment, was amaaazing.  The paintings, full of detail and intricacy, took my breath away.

THE BEST PART: Alex Grey was there!! Alex Grey at COSMThe receptionist motioned us into the other room, and he was talking to a small group of about 10-15 people who were standing circled around him.  We listened to him talk about his theories on art, life and living.  He was amazing and intellectual and passionate and understanding.  You could tell immediately, from the way he looked and presented himself and was that he was wise beyond his 55 years.

I couldn’t be happier to be able to give my Dad a gift like this.  Dad’s been a huge fan of Alex ever since i can really remember (15 years, according to Dad).  The powerful paintings were part of the backdrop of my childhood.  They really have quite an impact “in person,” too.

We got him to sign cards for us.  In mine, he wrote “Allie, Keep Wondering.”  In another for someone else, he wrote “In Unity.”  In my Dad’s just-bought journal, he wrote “To a Visionary Brother.” HOW GREAT IS THAT?! My dad was beaming with joy and a little red with excitement, too.  It was more than I could have ever asked for.  

We thanked the receptionist for letting us know to go into the other room at that moment, and she just said, “You’re very lucky. He doesn’t do this often.”

So that was amazing… and then we topped off the night by going to a lively jazz performance by Alexis Cuadrado.  Great 4-piece group.  Definitely deserving of some blog-space, but I must run to make it to breakfast and the baseball game at 1:00!!

Alexis Cuadrado and Band 5_22_08

Sometimes a girl just needs a little country

May 22, 2008

I used to be one of those people. “I listen to everything. Everything but country, of course” has been my taste in music for most of my life.  That all changed thanks to Rory Kelly, one of my good friends from UNCAsheville.  We just happened to end up as roommates at The Grove, a college living-style apt. complex, because we both needed roomies.  

We were alike in a lot of ways, except she wore silk blouses and blared Montgomery Gentry and Keith Urban from her room while we all got ready for a night out. Or if we were getting ready for bed. Or doing homework. Or getting dressed for school.  She loved it.  And I thought it was just so sappy, and cheesy and corny.. Until — I don’t know!  It almost just seeped into my brain and there it remains, as much a part of me as anything else that became mine in the South.

I had an extra-stressful day at work today, topping off my already long week averaging 10 hours a day, and it’s only Wednesday.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my job.  I work in a stereotypical magazine production office space, with bright (but not too bright) lights, nice wooden cabinets, clear glass nameplates on all the modern cubicles, and upper-level editors with stylish curtains and “gift” vodka bottles in their offices. Ah, lovely magazines.

But back to today.  I was drowning in work, which doesn’t necessarily bother me.  I like the fast pace of media production, but it was the other little things in life (people not calling me back when they said they would, it being rainy outside, the ever-lingering, yet diminishing!, stress of living in the crazy city of new york) — these things PLUS a hard day at work were biting at me.  By 3:00 I had had it.  I was either going to have to go downstairs and buy a triple-shot Venti skinny iced latte from Starbucks or stop.

All I really wanted to do right at that moment was sip on a ice-cold sweet tea and sit back on someone’s front porch in North Carolina — that sassy, syrupy country twang singing me songs from the boom box in the corner (or the wireless ipod speakers, depending on who’s front porch) as I kicked back with friends.  Not doing anything.  We would probably have some beer.  And then again, we’d probably be in college.  I’m not in college. So I’m getting over it.  But can I still have the country music, please?

I left work relatively early at 5 (I could have stayed and done work for a few more hours easily considering the pile-up), and I walked to the station where I could get on the train to Herald Square, where Jack’s 99 cent store is.  It’s also where the largest dept. store is, Macy’s.  In other words, It’s pure madness there.

And just as I was about to give up on this frenzy they call New York in an exhausted whirlwind of despair, I stumbled across something that reminded me that you can find the things that are special to you anywhere.  The sound caught my ear as I stood on the train platform.  It wasn’t country, but it was just what I needed: A 3-piece jazz group was set up near the 8-foot map of Manhattan.  Sure they weren’t amazing, but people were casually gathering, acting like they didn’t care about a silly subway group — but they made a difference.  Tired eyes gazed toward the men, dressed in wrinkly flannels and jeans.

I could finally breathe again.  What was I thinking, getting all worked up and bogged down by work? Sure, I can’t have my front porch or my Bojangles’s sweet tea (except if I go to the one NYC location in Brooklyn) or my college friends (except for when they visit) — but I’ll find my country music here in New York.  Even if I have to blare it from my bedroom as I get ready in the morning (sorry roomies!! you’ll learn to love it, i’m sure!)