One of my favorite things to do on a hot day is sit in the fountain at Washington Square Park.
No, not really sit in the fountain. It's almost like an amphitheater, with steps going down to the water. I usually sit on the steps between two sprinklers, with people I don't know, some alone, some in pairs, some in big groups, some reading, some chatting, some just tilting their faces up to the sun.
My favorite moment is when the wind hits the fountain just the right way, and droplets of cold water spray all of us sitting on the fountain steps. Even though we're all strangers, in that second we all gasp, laugh, and look at each other. There's something about it that's just... comforting.
I love living in New York City because nearly anything you can imagine exists.
For example, the board game cafe.
Boasting the largest collection of board games on the East Coast, this place has every game you could possibly ever want (or not want) to play. Seriously, there are some weird-ass games, including Unicorn Glitterluck (a game I actually enjoy immensely despite its simple premise and gameplay) and the Jewish Singles Dating Game (not so much fun if you're not a Jewish single on a date, but the box is full of index cards with bachelors and bachelorettes' phone numbers which are fun to read through).
And, of course, Clue.
My grandparents died before I was born and, while growing up, I always felt that loss as a tangible pain. As I've gotten older, it has become more and more of a priority to learn about the ancestors I never knew. I don't want stories of them to die out. I want to be able to pass them on to my children, so that they can pass them on to their children.
So, I made a little film about them and my journey of learning and recording as much about them as I can find.
Check it out, and let me know what you think!
Where in the world have I been?! I have missed you, two-dimensional, impersonal, immobile, unresponsive computer page.
Well, I've been quite busy. And when I haven't been busy, I've been thinking about posting and then just not doing that.
Anyway. I adapted a post from a couple of months ago - this one, to be exact - into an essay film for a documentary class I'm taking. I'm really proud of it, even though I spelled "electrocution" wrong in the credits (I pointed this out beforehand for the purposes of a shameless defense mechanism). I think my professor liked it, but one of my fellow classmates said, "I hope you take this as the compliment I intend it to be. That was weird."
Enjoy hearing what my voice sounds like!
Please excuse this brief interruption of your regularly scheduled programming to bring you an important message from the Trump Administration.
Happy being nasty.
During my first month in France, it rained nearly every day. That is not an exaggeration. Even me, a self-described rain-lover, grew tired of the weather. Instead of hiding in my room, or in warm boulangeries (which is what I really wanted to do), I documented the rain in such a way that makes it look as though I could've been in the rain anywhere, and not in a special place during a special time. Oh, the banality of human existence.
Also, just saying, YouTube offered to stabilize my video (apparently it looked shaky-- who do you think you are, YouTube, Roger Ebert?) and I declined because I am stronger than that.