Some very historical guys had something to do with the Statue of Liberty. I'm not really sure what. Oh, but check it out: it used to be copper. They never taught us that in school! It was copper, then it turned funky green after about 30 years. How pissed would you be if the French gave you a statue and you put it out in the harbor to greet people coming to your country, and the shit turned green? And then we restored it, right? And we restored it GREEN!! What the fuck? Why didn't we restore it to a non-green-turning copper?
This guy wrote a poem for the Statue. Pussy.
The Hobe is in love with my black shoes.
Despite its reputation, you can read the Village Voice in about 15 minutes, cover-to-cover. There's a lot less to read in it than I would have thought.
The number of musical acts to choose from on any given weekend in NYC is awe-inspiring. Just looking at the lineup that weekend, I was filled with sadness at how little time I actually had to go out and do stuff.
The Lion King is worth every dollar of admission. And it's a lot of dollars.
"I (heart) NY" shirts? Much cheaper than you'd expect.
Ditto a shoe shine. I got a shoe shine at Rockerfeller Center and I thought I was going to have to get money Western Unioned to me. It turns out you can get a good shine and pay 100 percent tip and it's still cheaper than a slice of cheesecake. (Again with the cheesecake, I know. But it was really good!) You wonder if the economy hasn't caught up to the shoe shine industry. They must read the paper at some point. Maybe it's because they have to stare at the front page and never get to read the financials.
New Yorkers are not in love with eye contact. Which is a shame because it's a great city for people-watching.
Get a guide book with a subway route map. It will save your life.
At some point, you'll run into a group of loud tourists and they'll take great pleasure in announcing one-by-one where they're from. They'll want to know where you're from, too, and if you've been to Ground Zero. Best to just answer their questions.
People will complain about all the rain, but if you're coming from 90 degree heat, you won't mind it so much.
White Castle burgers? A little overrated. If I had the money, I'd build a Whataburger in Times Square. I'd be one rich Donald Trumpin' muthafucka.
The Ameritania hotel is rife with Europeans. If you're into Scandinavians, you should stay there and chill at the bar.
Ground Zero: you can't prepare for it in any way, but the fact that it looks like a huge construction site now maybe helps. Still, you feel silence come over you and when you leave, you feel you have no words.
Half-priced show tickets booth at Times Square: Surprisingly good options even if you go stand in line late.
Belgian fries: worth a try.
The subway is cleaner than you'd expect, but you still want to wash those hands after touching the metal pole.
Did I mention comfortable shoes? Because, ow, fuck, blisters.
There's really not much for me to pimp given that Bloggystyle is one big frequently-updated pimp-o-rama, but here's one that you probably already know about.
The new Harry Potter. I just got it. I'm 50 pages in. It's brilliant. I'm hooked.
Which is all to say that after all the stuff I've read online about it and all the analysis and amateur prognosticating, I'm just glad I can enjoy the damn book. I'm glad that I can sink into it like a favorite familiar blanket, and fall deeply and completely into that world. I'm glad I can feel six years old when I read it and not give a shit that I do.
I'm glad I don't overanalyze it as I read or nitpick things within it the way I may do with a movie or a newspaper article. I'm glad that when I'm reading the book, I'm simply a reader absorbing what J.K. Rowling has written. That I can see it cleary in my mind and enjoy it and not be pulled back from it by whatever my adult mind feels it needs to do to process the book on terms other than that of the imagination.
I hope that I can do that with the other two books when they arrive. Because I'd hate to lose this feeling of complete immersion. It would be like having a small, but significant piece of me die.
Hey, look at this! Stuff to buy! Haaawwwt-Damn!
Behold! The kitchen of tomorrow! Uh... yesterday!