So I have not been as good at keeping up with this over the summer as I wanted to be. But here is a roundup of my first week in NYC
My internship started well, working on a few different assignments at all times. RealAD also got off to a good start.
I went with a few friends to the Museum of Modern Art to see the Cindy Sherman photographs - if you don't know who she is, check her out - all of her photographs are self-portraits, but you wouldn't know it by looking at them. Cleo hadn't been to Times Square yet, so we did that as well that night.
Starting to figure out the Subway, haven't gotten (very) lost so far. It is also really nice to people watch on the trains, and then to see all the dancing and drumming in the stations.
Walked at night with a friend, having good and needed conversations about life and the universe.
Central Park is really cool. Trees and green and beauty.
The homesickness here is different than in Abu Dhabi, because things are similar, but different.
$1 pizza exists. It is brilliant.
I also went to Governor's Island for the art festival FIGMENT. There was drawing and political theater, and performance art and installation pieces and interactive projects, such as the Love Yourself campain.
Finally saw Stonewall. It is a small bar, off of a side street, where the gay rights movement started. One of my final papers this year was on Stonewall, violence in relation to the sixties and power, and Marcuse's theory of power, so I know a lot about the history and the legacy - more than some of my peers, which I find sad. You need to know history, or it will repeat. Knowing that those were the same streets that the LGBTQ movement started, where power was taken back, where people were beaten and fought back, is pretty powerful.
Insomnia happens. The city is louder than I remember - car horns and music and voices.
<3
My internship started well, working on a few different assignments at all times. RealAD also got off to a good start.
I went with a few friends to the Museum of Modern Art to see the Cindy Sherman photographs - if you don't know who she is, check her out - all of her photographs are self-portraits, but you wouldn't know it by looking at them. Cleo hadn't been to Times Square yet, so we did that as well that night.
Starting to figure out the Subway, haven't gotten (very) lost so far. It is also really nice to people watch on the trains, and then to see all the dancing and drumming in the stations.
Walked at night with a friend, having good and needed conversations about life and the universe.
Central Park is really cool. Trees and green and beauty.
The homesickness here is different than in Abu Dhabi, because things are similar, but different.
$1 pizza exists. It is brilliant.
I also went to Governor's Island for the art festival FIGMENT. There was drawing and political theater, and performance art and installation pieces and interactive projects, such as the Love Yourself campain.
Finally saw Stonewall. It is a small bar, off of a side street, where the gay rights movement started. One of my final papers this year was on Stonewall, violence in relation to the sixties and power, and Marcuse's theory of power, so I know a lot about the history and the legacy - more than some of my peers, which I find sad. You need to know history, or it will repeat. Knowing that those were the same streets that the LGBTQ movement started, where power was taken back, where people were beaten and fought back, is pretty powerful.
Insomnia happens. The city is louder than I remember - car horns and music and voices.
<3
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