New York City, Fashion Capital of the U.S.

Style is truly eclectic here... I have seen the gamut from suits and ties to grunge, goth, prep school, and everything in between, including those with their own sense of style... or not. I swear, some people must roll out of bed and decide on their individual pieces of clothing with no regard for matching. People in Washington Square Park are particularly um... unique. 

Hmmm... I think I'll wear that camouflage t-shirt with the filmy black ballet skirt and... let's see. Maybe I'll pair those with the red pinstriped men's button-up shirt, perhaps with the tails tied in a knot at the waist... and the thigh-high black platform combat boots would be the perfect touch!*

(*I'm not entirely joking here. I've seen outfits similar to this in the park on any given day. The crowning outfit was a yellow tulle tutu-like skirt paired with a hot pink midriff t-shirt... I was so fascinated by the combination while trying not to stare that I didn't notice what else the girl was wearing!)

Sadly, I do not have any photos... yet. That will change when warmer weather arrives, I promise. I'll spend a day in the park, just to get a good photo or two.

What we have here is a failure to communicate...

Sure wish people would call me back... one of the frustrating things about New York is that, while a lot of New Yorkers have cell phones and talk on them frequently, no one calls back if they receive a message! I called my advisor's office about an internship, knowing she was out for the week but hoping her assistant could help me. I left a message for the assistant to call me back, but does she? Of course not--I have to track her down the next day at the office, only to find out that she can't help me. I left an application with the bookstore yesterday, but no one has contacted me about that either. Even my roommate has expressed frustration with her inability to get in touch with her piano advising professor.

And the companies I've applied to for internships? They're worse--they won't even acknowledge that they've received my resumé! Yes Ms. Interviewer, I can count a disregard for phone messages among my particular skills. This is clearly evident in my failure to return your call about setting up an interview time, which was in response to my call about whether or not you had received my e-mailed resumé and letter applying for a position. With this skill, I should fit right in at this company.

Hitchcock would be proud, I'm sure...

There are so many birds here! Even in my small corner of NYC (Washington Square Park in NoHo), the birds are everywhere: under park benches, on the park sidewalks, flying straight at people... Despite posted signs prohibiting the feeding of pigeons and other birds, there are plenty of hungry birds that hover around, because they know some soft-hearted soul will share their food. They stare at people with their beady little eyes, just pleading for any crumbs. I try to ignore them and eat my deli sandwiches in peace, but being watched while I'm eating is a little unnerving. The photo here is what happens when you feed the birds. Seriously.

All right, you rotten little beggars, I need to eat too. Don't you dare dive-bomb me because I didn't share my food with you!