Coney Island was a blinking destination on the side of a dingy subway car. The last stop on the F Line.
Many New Yorkers, I've found, have a dream mentality about the end of subway lines; they live in a loop somewhere in the middle that doesn't come near an outskirts stop. No pretty name stops like Rockaway or Howard Beach grace their immediate circle -- stops are Court, Wall or 161st Streets.
Just the tiny light over its name on the stop guide was a sun. Coney Island.
I packed on Sunday morning after church. Swimsuit, sunscreen, towel and sunglasses. In less than 45 minutes, I was basking in the warm whipping wind. The pier was full of fishermen; the beach, packed.
The day was to scope out this destination. No games played or hot dogs eaten, just a walk in the lazy surf, stick my toes in the sand, and then meander back to the subway.
I live 30 minutes from the ocean. New York is climbing my list of favorite places on Earth.
Student Outcomes seems like a minor misnomer to me, considering that we've only been out of school for a couple of years, but the new series by Dr. Arnzen is a brilliant example of local community blogging.
It's great to hear more about Neha (a former classmate of mine) from her own mouth without any PR smear.
I am an eternal English major who keeps moving from one aspect of dissecting the language to another. I’ve completed my undergrad as an English Literature major, and currently, I am teaching English writing to college freshmen and I’m about to begin graduate classes in Communications.
Neha always does have a way of putting things in a certain, unfettered way that I've always admired, and it's great to see that some things haven't changed.
Thank you, Neha for contributing to this series and to Dr. A for creating it.
Everyone thought I was up for an interview to do hair in New York. But no, no, no. I don't think at this Salon, they do much shampooing.
I returned early from Pennsylvania to interview for an internship at the news site, Salon. Things went well, and I should be starting in a week or so.
The internship will focus on video shooting and editing in New York, as well as assisting this blogger. And like my last internship with the Tribune-Review, I probably won't be writing much about the dynamics of work there, but rather reflections on experiences in the field.
His face was grim, but in a chipper way that only Apple employees can pull off.
My White Wonder -- my Macbook -- was hooked up to a Lacie hard-drive lifeline -- and didn't quite make it.
I could almost hear the metallic squeal of a flat line when he said the hard-drive failed. All of my data was locked in a broken drive and retrievable only for an astronomical fee.
This is a day that many dread. But I'm dealing rather well. Thanks to services like Gmail most of my important stuff was backed up.
I have lost some stuff, but none of it is so important that I will writhe in anguish over. If it was so important, I usually sent it to myself via e-mail. And the school year has ended, so all of my important papers were not lost in transit.
My biggest casualty is my photo collection. I think I have many photos on my camera still, but I hesitate to look. And then there's my music library. But the hard copy CDs still exist.
The Mac man said that hard-drives and CD-DVD drives are the most susceptible parts to damage. So far, I've broken both. Maybe the extended warranty is a good idea at this point.
I guess my computer was telling me that I needed to start afresh. Or, that it was incredibly tired. My friend Sonal said she never saw me without my computer this year. I have to agree. My five-pound Mac was a constant companion and its contents will be sorely missed.
Many could ask why I'm not bitter. After all, I did hate Macs at one time. I would say that I have been completely converted. My Mac is still a great machine. It worked fine up until that point. With a lot of PCs, the user spends months slamming her head up against the wall because an application just won't load. Anger mounts and on the day the computer finally fails, the owner doesn't mourn the loss, they just throw it out a window or beat it completely blue-screen senseless with a crowbar.
The difference with me was that everything was working perfectly, and then just the other day I returned to my bedroom and found a bleak gray screen. It's more of a mourning process when a Mac dies. They're still friendly. They're chipper -- even when the prognosis is grim.
There's big news from every angle. Some of it good, some of it bad.
But I'll take it slow. I finished my first and only full year at New York University.
I'm up for some internship work.
I'm living in New York this summer.
I have to find an apartment.
I'm shooting a documentary.
Yeah, that about covers it for now. I'll certainly elaborate in the next couple of weeks.