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If you get a tiny bit lost near the middle of Central Park and just keep walking, you may find a hole in a stone wall with stairs leading up. And if you walk up them you might find a castle.
Check out those romantic folks on that turret thing. (Turret? I need to brush up on my castle architecture terms.)
What story would you cover if you had six months, great equipment and no funding?
That’s essentially what I’m figuring out for my master’s thesis. I haven’t run up against a serious deadline yet (though it’s surely coming), so my thinking is still pretty vague. It’s one of those situations where I’m going to end up wanting to do far more than I reasonably can, unless I plan it well from the beginning.
And yes, I do think in disorganized flow charts and Myriad Pro.
A certain someone mentioned I haven’t been blogging enough recently. Been a tiny bit busy, alright? Doing things like spending all day in class and reporting and making new friends and waiting around at my favorite local subway station here at 116th in Harlem. This is what it looks like. One time I saw a rat. Mostly though it’s just really, really hot there all the time, and I’m not sure why.
I was walking home yesterday during the first hints of evening. This is looking out east over Harlem from the top of Morningside Park. The view always reminded me a little of looking out over Spokane, until I went back and checked that old photo just now. Someday I will figure out how to be exactly where I am, instead of constantly grasping for connections to other places.
I was at the Atlantic Ave. subway station in Brooklyn yesterday for no particularly good reason when I spotted a $20 bill on the floor. It turned out to be a wad of four $20 bills.
Sitting in the United Nations general assembly chamber watching Gavin Rossdale perform “Landslide” is not one of those situations I ever imagined happening. I am usually too busy imagining what fun it would be to take a weekend trip to 1920s New York, or what I would say about Brian if he became a famous person and I had to introduce him as a speaker.
The event, Concert for Pakistan, had a bunch of speakers and musicians bringing attention to the people displaced by violence and extremist groups in the northwest region of Pakistan. The opening performance of the Pakistani national anthem was pretty awesome. One of my classmates was reporting, and I probably should have borrowed one of his photos instead of posting this crummy one I snapped at the very beginning when I was giddy about being inside the U.N.
For class we got sent out to transportation hubs for an observation writing practice thing. Here are some random quotes from one opinionated individual:
“I don’t think there’s much of a future in journalism. The world is imploding anyway.”
“If you don’t have a bleak outlook on life, you’re blind.”
“The world is going to pot and we’re engaged in the banal and superficial.”
“Generally, we’re on a treadmill to oblivion.”
“Once you can transcend your own transitoriness, you’ve got the world licked.”
Here are most of the journalism school’s Master of Science students a few weeks ago outside our building. Can you spot me?
A very long time ago when I was deciding whether to go to Columbia, I was determined to have an accurate grasp on just how much tuition would cost. I made these little graphics as part of a long, never-finished blog post about why I decided to attend after all. I’d still like to finish that as well, but for now have fun with these.
1 year at Columbia Graduate School of Journalism = $48,610
Aug. 20 text message from Victor:
“Have you gone weirdo superhipster spotting
in williamsburg yet? And if not, get to it.”
So, without much else to accomplish yesterday, I hopped on the L train to Brooklyn. It was a fun diversion, but Williamsburg was oddly lacking in hipsters. Theories:
- a) It was too early in the day (shortly after noon).
b) There was a mass exodus to parents’ homes in Connecticut and Jersey for the long weekend.
c) I’ve been in New York long enough that they all look, well, fairly normal.
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