Saturday, April 10, 2010

I don't feel like dancing

I'm sitting in the sun on our terrace on the ninth floor wearing wool socks and a blanket - 12 degrees Celsius isn't as warm as it may look when it's sunnnnnnnny - making pretend-schedules for my first New School semester. I love doing this, planning stuff and daydreaming about New York. There are so many courses I wanna take. The Psychology of Men? Hells yesss, but what the hell do I need it for. I need to start thinking a little more practical and a little less omgimgoingtonewyorkijustwannahavefuneventhoughimpaying4354526356dollarsforthiseducation. So, yeah. I'm guessing there'll be more film and writing courses than useless philosophy and psychology courses.

Anyway, these are the courses I've written down so far:
Script Analysis
Developing Ideas For Film
Filmmaking Studio 1
Comedy on Screen
Arts and Entertainment Journalism
Writing for New York City Newspapers and Magazines
Aesthetics: An Introduction to the Philosophy of Art
Integrated Media Production
Twentieth-Century Continental Philosophy: Phenomenology, Existentialism, Deconstructionism
Introduction to the New Journalism
The Psychology of Men
Gender and Popular Culture

And I can only take four courses. What to chooooooooooooooose.

Monday, April 5, 2010

I ♥ NY

You can stand under my umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh. You're welcome.

I'm back from New York. It was aamaaazingly, fantastically awesome. It sort of felt like I never left, with everything being exactly as I remembered it. Almost everything. The Virgin Megastore on Union Square is gone, the little Mexican place near our old subway stop is gone. And so on. Generally my old 'hood was a lot more "cool" now, but that's what happens when prices go upppp everywhere. I saw some of The New School buildings and I absolutely love that neighborhood, right next to Union Square which is one of my favorite squares in Manhattan. I got a tiny tattoo. I met Kine. The weather was wonderful my last couple of days there, so we hung out in parks a lot. I have hhhhot new shoes that are so high-heeled I can't walk in them. We saw street dancers asking for dollars as opposed to change like Obama on subway stations. We ate dinner next to Larry David at Balthazar, walked past Ben Whishaw and his boyfriend in West Village, took the same subway car as Tim Gunn downtown. We saw rats, squirrels, pigeons. We went to a comedy show and was placed on the first row and messed with a lot because we're Norwegians. We ate bagels, pretzels, cheese cake, burgers, gigantic milkshakes (at the Seinfeld café), M&M's with peanut butter. I sat next to some kind of therapist on Starbucks and she was having a phone session with a client right next to me. He apparently had some anxiety and argued a lot with his mother, but it seemed like he finally had gotten somewhere to live and a job.

Only in New York, folks.