Insipid Musings of a Twenty-Something in New York

So Proud.

2009-07-06T20:27:00.000-07:00

My cousin is amazing. He's a photographer in New York City and his work is currently featured on the front cover of the July 2009 Anthropologie catalogue. I couldn't be happier for him. Check it out here:

http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/shopbycatalog.jsp?catname=Jul09&cm_re=July_09-_-070109_self_hotcolorshmpg-_-link_julyecat.

And check out some of his other work here:

http://www.russandreyn.com/#/portfolio/peeps/1.

Remember that vacation I took? I need another.

2009-05-04T18:04:00.000-07:00

I'm beyond proud of myself for posting another post so soon. I'm a crazy posting machine.

Right before Christmas I received a package from Turkey - I totally forgot that I'd ordered a vase while I was there! So many happy memories. Ah, the days of not checking my blackberry, being completely confused 100% of the time because no one speaks English and being a million miles from my reality. My trip was amazing - I went with three girls I've met in NYC and if we weren't the closest of friends before we went, we certainly are now!

In typical Jenn fashion, I procrastinated packing, left finishing up work until the last minute and left leaving to the airport for the last possible second. No worries though, I made it through the door of the plane as they were making the last boarding call and I quickly collapsed into my seat in order to sleep soundly for the next nine hours into Istanbul. Thank you Daddy, for your incredible ability to fall asleep on any airplane that you've passed onto me! We arrived in Istanbul to the cold and rain but I felt refreshed.

Istanbul is incredible. To me, New York is a city of dreams; Paris a city of lights; London a city of history; and Istanbul a city of contrasts. Old and new exist side by side gracefully, with no unsightliness of discord. You can be standing in the Old City, at the seat of the Ottoman's power in their fortress and gaze out on the Bosphorus, marveling at the power behind the huge oil tanker making its way towards the Black Sea. I saw a picture of Hagia Sofia in a textbook when I was in like, the sixth grade. Ever since then, I've wanted to see it in person. I'm fascinated by the history behind the place and the enormity of the space. Being inside was the fulfillment of a lifelong dream for me - how often does that happen?!!!

We saw the Blue Mosque, the Yeni Mosque, the Bosphorus, the Asia side of Turkey, the Europe side of Turkey, the Grand Bazaar, the Spice Market, the whirling dervishes, a church made out of wrought iron, and enjoyed a real turkish bath experience and Ottoman palaces. One morning we dined al fresco along the banks of the Bosphorus and since it wasn't quite a tourist spot and the menu wasn't in English so much, I ended up eating french fries with mayonnaise for breakfast. There are worse things I could have ended up eating, I suppose.

We only spent three days in Istanbul. We traveled to Cappadocia after Istanbul and I LOVED it. We had our own tour guide for two days who showed us all over the countryside. We saw cave churches, toured underground cities, hiked through the countryside, and stayed at a cave hotel. The food in Turkey wasn't my favorite - tons of meat, including lamb - a meat I don't particularly love - but my favorite meals were in the Cappadocia region.

My favorite thing we did in Cappadocia was going on a hot air balloon ride. It was so beautiful and quiet from the air - I couldn't believe how far we could see from up there! We counted at least 25 other hot air balloons that morning.

Our last stop in Turkey was to the Aegean Coast and the ancient city of Ephesus. Paul preached in Ephesus, in the large theatre on the hill. We walked the streets of that ancient city, checking out stones piled upon stones and my favorite, the library of Celsus. I really heart old rocks.

I love vacations and exploring new places. Some friends and I are planning a vacation for this October but we haven't been able to decide on a place to go. Any thoughts?

I Found My Camera Cord Thingey!

2009-05-03T16:13:00.000-07:00

I lost my camera cord thingey for a while there, leaving me unable to post pictures but I've found it and in what has now become a tradition on this blog, I'm posting pictures covering almost six months! It has been a long, cold, bitter winter in New York and I must admit I'm glad to see its backside as it runs away with its tail between its legs. Run away winter, run away like the coward you are - take that!

I enjoyed the first snowfall of the year with my co-workers (not knowing at the time how long and snow-filled the whole season would be).

The Shake Shack is, of course, my dietary staple (hell on my health, I'm sure). Throughout the fall, Rustin and I met up once a week for a pow-wow and a seriously great burger and amazing concrete. We told ourselves that it wasn't going to get that cold and we could totally hack the cold because it was worth it. Well, all I can say is that it's a good thing that the Shake Shack opened up an Upper West Side location that is indoors because my life might have ended without my beloved shack burger and fries! (By the way, did a taste test when I was home in California - compared the Shake Shack to In-N-Out and sad to say, I love Shake Shack more! My law school roommate's husband Kyle will be proud to hear me knock In-N-Out from its high and mighty pedestal.)

Christmas found me hosting a score of visitors in NYC - law school friends, family etc. There were many opportunities to snap photos in front of the Rockefeller Christmas tree. I love New York City at Christmastime - I've never experienced Christmas like Christmas in New York.

Christmas at home was great. I got to spend almost a full 10 days at home in well, not so sunny Southern California, enjoying family time and being away from work. I even got to bake my good old (emphasis on old) friend Bart a birthday cake for his like, 39th birthday. I'm pretty sure in this picture he's wishing that he was so lucky as to have me in his life for more than just one night.

Despite my joy of Christmas in New York, by February I had had just about enough of cold. Good thing that I had the foresight last November to book tickets to Belize. Thank you American Airlines and incredible $150 roundtrip airfare to lovely South American countries by the ocean! Following two planes and two boat trips, my friend T. Bentley and I arrived to our own personal paradise. Four days of nothing but sun, sand and trade winds - life doesn't get any better that that.

Despite the long winter, I had few joys - good friends, lots of eating at fabulous restaurants (including Le Cirque - eek!) and the joys of being in a city that both heightens your senses and dulls you to life ... but that's a topic for another time. P. Collet is always there to pull me to my senses though and remind me of the truly important things in life.

Thanks P!

My Life, As Described By Another

2009-04-05T18:21:00.000-07:00

I ate a lot this weekend. I enjoyed spring weather, shopping, brunch, cadbury mini-eggs (I found them!) tulips, daffodils, babies, people watching in Central Park (I'm talking to you man walking around in his pjs without a shirt) and General Conference. What I learned this Conference weekend: (1) go to the temple, (2) get married (I'm coming around to this idea after shunning it for several years now ... I have jars in my fridge that are stuck - I cannot open them for the life of me and I find myself thinking... if I only had a husband type person in my life to open jars, reach high shelves, help make the bed and kill mice... that's what I figure those husband type people are good for), (3) babies will attack your face if it looks too clean or if you look vulnerable... so watch out, (4) when you go to mass on Palm Sunday, you actually get palms and (5) I'm not the only one who thinks it's distracting when Pres. Uchtdorf speaks because the man is good looking!

Other details of my weekend as described by another:

http://newnewyorkgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/restaurant-review.html

Filet O'Fish

2009-03-19T19:27:00.000-07:00

The only thing I really love at McDonald's is their McFlurry. My blond, hairdressing ex-roommates introduced me to that wonder and my heart always goes out to the 96th & B'Way Mickey D's where our favorite McFlurry-maker, Special, worked and I discovered my love for the Oreo McFlurry. Special made those McFlurrys like nobody's business and when McDonald's started delivering in our neighborhood, she made sure we knew about it! She had our back. Those were the days. The only thing about McDonald's that my co-worker loves is their Filet O'Fish commercial with the talking fish. I don't have TV, so You Tube introduced it to me tonight and I must say, I'm hooked (pun intended - love me those puns).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xD64OhbG4ps

Shout out to my brother Chris - I cannot think of Filet O'Fish and not think of you!

Called Out

2009-02-23T18:19:00.000-08:00

Brit completely called me out. She has publicly shamed me and I must respond. I haven't posted anything on this blog for over a month. Mea Culpa. It's not that I haven't been doing anything, just that I've been lazy. Brit was sweet enough to make me live up to my new year's resolutions and she tagged me on her blog. (See grantandbrit.blogspot.com) Brit has challened me to go to the sixth folder under "Pictures" on my computer and pick the sixth picture. In response, I've posted the above picture - which is pretty darn awful. It's in my photo folder entitled "Christmas 2005" and is my brother holding my nephew who is digging into a Christmas present. However, I really feel like it doesn't do my cute nephew justice, so I decided to try the seventh picture in the seventh folder instead.

So much cuter. Those are my cute parents (my mother doesn't smile in pictures) and my cute nephews. So now I'm tagging six people to go to either their sixth or seventh folder and pick either the sixth or seventh picture and post it on their blogs (I'm not a real stickler for rules here ... it's just the internet - brought to you by Al Gore). These are the following people who I know read my blog so I'm picking you: The Goodsells, Christy S., Rustin R., Danielle C., Ashley P. and Justin W.

Thanks for the fun Brit - good times were had by all (mainly me), refreshments were served (lemon bars... yummy) and the glory of the internet was prospered.

Peace - oh, and in case anyone was wondering, Belize was awesome and as soon as I find the little cord thingey that transfers pictures from my camera to the computer, I'll post again!

Viva La Revolution!

2009-01-22T20:20:00.000-08:00

I've always kind of loved Che Guevera. I don't know a thing about him, but I love him nonetheless. He reminds me of one of my college roommates, Marge. Not that they look anything alike, but she loved him and was kind of a communist. So now I love him. I got to thinking about Che today because my brain was less than engaged in other pursuits. If I wanted to start a revolution, what kind of revolution would I start and how? "Well obviously, it'd have to be a political, take over the world kind of revolution" - was my first thought. I mean, let's be real, I have a lot of potential and I'm not going to waste it on silly little revolutions like recycling or saving the whales. Go big or go home, that's my motto. Then I got to thinking that I should probably have a starter revolution so that when I go for the big revolution, taking over the world, I'll have some experience. So I've set my sights on Cuba. I have a plan. Now, I know in the past that us imperialist, capitalist pig Americans have tried to make Cuba our little playground and have failed. However, I think that I will succeed because I have something the CIA never did: simple dreams and Sony. My purpose behind igniting a revolution in Cuba is simply to get myself some beach front property and live out my days away from the cold dreariness of winter. I have no delusions of grandeur. Now to the details:

First, I'll ship in several thousand Sony Wiis, just enough to give the Cubanos a taste of life in the west. The demand for Wiis will rise, but that's when I'll cut off the supply and move to phase II of the plan: starting rumors that if not for the Castros (Fidel and the other guy - who incidentally will never make it as a dictator because no one can remember his name and if no one remembers your name, please tell me how your name will ever incite fear just by being spoken? Never gonna happen.) the whole island of Cuba would be rolling in Wiis. Then I'll sit back and let good old capitalism run its course. Before you know it, the Cubans will have a "democratically elected" leader (that I'll hand pick from the Marriott Corporation who will then put up amazing resorts all around Cuba) and I'll be sitting pretty, basking in the glow of my first successful revolution and sipping fruity poolside.

A girl can dream, can't she? Stay tuned for my plans to end the Middle East conflict.

Thinking Warm Thoughts

2009-01-11T16:06:00.000-08:00

It's been freezing in New York this week and I'm trying to think warm thoughts: summer, 4th of July, fireflies, boat rides, sand, beaches, fairgrounds and food on a stick. Sidebar - what's with summer county fairs and food on a stick? My last visit to the Orange County fair brought me into contact with the typical corn dogs and hot dogs but then I came across the following foods served on a stick: cheesecake on a stick, pickles on a stick, fried cheese on a stick, fried fruit on a stick, waffles on a stick, fried candy bars on a stick, pizza on a stick etc. It amazes me! Anyway... back to warmth. I miss living near the water. I know that technically, I live near the water now, but it just isn't the same as living five miles from the Pacific Ocean. I love when I'm home and I can just get in my car and five miles later I'm driving along Pacific Coast Highway, smelling the salt water and gazing at the enormity of the Ocean. If I wanted to go see the Atlantic, I'd have to spend an hour on the N train down to Coney Island, walking across the street (dodging young hoodlums and trash) just to be able to dip my toes in the polluted and trash infested stretch of Atlantic that is Coney Island. Sigh - just not the same.

*Malibu, pictured above (and me and Lane)

I just got back from a long weekend in a much warmer clime (where my hosts were wonderfully amusing, amazingly welcoming, and without a doubt the nicest people I know in Texas!) and I stepped off the plane to a delightful snow storm. Oh well, at least it's 33 degrees here now, instead of the frigid 11 degrees it was on Friday when I left. Here's to Belize and the beach in 25 days!

Once Upon A Time...

2009-01-03T17:44:00.001-08:00

Totally posting two things in one day. It's a post-Christmas miracle! I've been cleaning up my room at my parents house and have been going through picture albums and thought I'd share my trip down memory lane.

Once Upon a Time... I was a floating baby.

Once Upon a Time... I stuck my finger up my nose in public.

Once Upon a Time... my dad rocked the Tom Selleck mustache.

Once Upon a Time... I flew through the air with the greatest of ease.

Once Upon a Time... my brothers and I joined the British Army.

Once Upon a Time... I looked cute in booty shorts.

Once Upon a Time... I had red hair and no front teeth.

Once Upon a Time... I was a princess who lived in a castle.

Ah, good times!

New Year's Resolutions

2009-01-03T17:28:00.000-08:00

I fail to make resolutions every new year. It's probably the perfectionist in me - why set goals I know I'm going to fail to achieve? Tis far better to never set the goal in the first place than fail to achieve them, or so I say. While pondering my lack of goals in life (I mean, I graduated from law school, I passed the bar... where do I go from here?), I decided that this year, I would make new year's resolutions and gosh darn it - I was going to keep them. So without further ado, here are my resolutions for 2009:

1. Eat more vegetables. (I don't want to get scurvy.)
2. Take a yoga class. (I don't want to get fat.)
3. Keep a scripture journal. (I don't want to go to hell.)

That's it. Three simple resolutions. I'll pace myself, try not to put too much pressure on myself and check myself each month to see how I'm doing. I have a goal of posting more on the blog, but let's be honest, that might not happen. Help me keep my resolutions! I don't want to be a failure!

Pirate Love

2008-09-10T20:00:00.000-07:00

On my way home the other night (from watching the most fabulous episode of Gossip Girl in which my true love for Chuck Bass was solidified) I encountered a plethora of ridiculously skinny people coming from the general direction of Lexington and 26th (my 'hood). They were all smoking, talking with heavily European accented voices and wearing the most outlandish and outrageous that fall lines have to offer. I was intrigued. And annoyed. The circumference of one girl's thigh was roughly about the same as my arm. Annoyed. Still, gotta love New York fashion week in all its glory. Including, Betsy Johnson's line for men (pictured above). Anyone who knows me knows how much I LOVE pirates. Love it. Love New York. Love Crazy Thin Models. Love Crazy Pirate Inspired Designers.

An Eventful Five Months!

2008-08-19T20:30:00.000-07:00

It was dark outside tonight by 8pm and that makes me want to throw myself on the pavement, bang my fists on the ground and scream that summer come back RIGHT NOW! (I don't know what's with me and childish tantrums right now. Yesterday at work, I missed the elevator and instead of waiting patiently, my initial reaction was to pout and stomp my foot down. Yes, that's right... I'm regressing.) I must admit though, from time to time I went out and had some fun... I went to Santa Fe for work . . . and it was boring. The most exciting thing for me was getting to drive a car on the freeway. Gasp! I still know how to drive a car! (Yes, I took this picture while driving which is probably why it is a good thing that I no longer drive on a day to day basis... I also was told the other day by one of the partners I work with that he was shocked people didn't inherently know that texting and driving was bad. I didn't respond, just blushed and looked away sheepishly. Sometimes driving is boring! I think I'm beginning to get the idea that I'm a bad driver.)

I went to my family summer home in Rhode Island with my parents and brother....

Just Kidding.

I trolled the Hell's Kitchen flea markets for several weeks before I found the PERFECT mirror for my apartment... and the perfect sofa for a whorehouse.

I went to Atlantic City and partook of the offerings of the buffet at some casino, marveled at the lack of natural light in said casino and wondered at the mall on the pier complete with sand INSIDE the mall. Amazing! Oh, and apparently, I got fat in the last five months too.

I enjoyed the city for all its summer delights: eating Grimaldi's down on the pier, eating ice cream on the pier, hanging out in Central Park, seeing shows, walking across the Brooklyn Bridge (where I ran into, of all people, an old roommate from four years ago - small world!) etc.

I did get out of the City a couple times. I went to Utah for friend Karen's wedding and enjoyed the outdoors by hiking, playing tennis, taking walks, bbq-ing and off-roading. There's nothing more beautiful than seeing the sun rise over Strawberry Reservoir ... and then going to The Eating Establishment (even though Thomas looks like he has been dragged here against his will, he agrees - best food ever).

I got sworn into the New York State Bar Association, First Appellate Division (and still look fat... my photographer is sooooo fired).

I managed to take some horrendous one arm shots... I should fire myself from being the photographer...

I went to Chicago.

And fell in love...

Best summer ever! I wonder how much more fun I can cram into my summer in the next month before it's officially over (although, i swear I can feel the crispness of fall in the air tonight).

This post's for you Justin!

My Spring Walkabout (New York City Style)

2008-03-30T18:47:00.000-07:00

I've been desparately longing for spring recently and after my trip to Washington D.C. last weekend for Easter, I was beyond disheartened to realize that spring had come to D.C. but not to N.Y.C. I was determined this weekend to go in search of any sign of spring that I could find in N.Y.C. and so I called up my new good friend Liz and invited her on my adventure to search out spring, even if it was the last thing I did. My brother Chris decided to come into the city at the last minute and so it was the three of us that set off on Saturday afternoon to wander through Greenwich Village on a hunting expedition, so to speak.

I don't know if I found more amusement from my new friend Liz (she's awesome), my childish glee in finding the smallest bit of green sprouting out of the ground, or the randomness that is New York. (And yes, I'm a serial comma user ... sue me.) The first thing that caught our eye was the gas station on the corner - so surprising to see in this urban jungle. We had to document it.

We wandered further on into the urban jungle and finally came across the smallest of trees sprouting itty-bitty shoots of green. Another picture taking session ensued.

Signs of spring came more and more frequently as we traversed the landscape, coming at us from the right and left side of every street. The natives in Greenwich have a curious habit of displaying spring outside their dwelling places with zealous abandon - a tradition which I will definitely want to imitate in the future.

All of the seeking for spring tired us out and we had a delightful repast at a local watering hole. The natives were out in force in their tribal dress, making for great people watching and observational study. The Greenwich Village dweller, at 2pm in the afternoon emerges after a late night of clubbing in the Meatpacking district, dons the sunglasses to hide the hungover glassy nature of the eyes, and stumbles along the street in their most trendy "I just woke up and threw this on" outfit that they probably spent an hour assembling. Said native meets up with other members of his/her tribe to relive the affairs of the evening, plan more outings, and drink mimosas, thereby taking the edge off the hangover. We non-drinking, neutral scientist types merely out in search of spring who happened to stumble upon this new society, drank our non-alcoholic, fresh-squeezed OJ in amusement.

Oh, and of course we found more spring fun on the way back to the subway.

Saying goodbye to Liz at the 8th avenue subway stop, we came face to face with a New York urban myth of gigantic proportions: the alligators in the subway. It's true - they do exist. I saw them with my own two eyes.

I am now perfectly content that Spring really is here in N.Y.C. and if I'm just patient and give it another week or two, I will be able to venture outside in open-toed shoes without fear of frostbite. Perhaps if I'm a very lucky and very good girl, I will be able to find more signs of spring out in Utah when I am there - maybe even a tulip or two.

To Blog or Not To Blog...

2008-02-10T17:33:00.000-08:00

I've been wrestling with this question for a while now. Should I jump on the blog bandwagon and embrace the narcissism of my generation in thinking that the world will read my blog and give me honor and praise for my witicisms and insight into life, love, and everything in between? Apparently I've decided to do just that seeing as how I'm typing this at this very moment into my brand-new blog. We'll see if this becomes my vehicle for political thoughts, fulfills my desire to become a writer one day, or just becomes a way to keep my parents and friends updated on my goings on. Of course, if it becomes someone's way to shirk a little bit of their life while wasting a little bit of time on my blog even though they get nothing out of the exercise, I'll probably be allright with that too!

And my attention span has waned....