I meant to post some pics of my trip home, but they are all on my hard drive which I left in my apt (i'm soaking up the free wifi at Starbucks). So here are the pics from my phone.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
why I love the world cup
This is exactly what dragged me into soccer in the first place, the fanatical crowds.
Apparently I live in the spanish quarter of Astoria (I had no idea) and it is going nuts!! I watched the game in a bar not far from here with some friends, rooting for the Netherlands actually after all but flipping a coin to decide (Germany was my fave and they were already out. I let my ipod chose who to root for and it came up with Holland, 1945 by Neutral Milk Hotel. A sign!). It was fun and loud and all, but I walked out to fairly calm streets. Not so once I got to mine. I could hear the crowds chanting and cars honking from a block away. And this little Evita scene is right in front of my house. Even now, a few hours later and two blocks away I hear car horns and drums (where did they even get these drums?!). I know I should be annoyed by all this but really I'm delighted. These insane celebrations are exactly the reason I love soccer!! After putting up with people making fun of baseball all the time, it is nice to be watching a fun sport with people who really care!
Videos to come. The wifi at starbucks is pretty slow.
home
I like books more than anyone I know.
Books don't just remind me of the story that's in them, they remind me of where I was when I read them.
I brought back a lot of books with me, and nothing in New York so far, even Nick, has made me feel more at home. When I see the spines of my Little House books next to my Roald Dalh I feel like I'm back in grade school, staring at my bookshelf as I try to go to sleep. Life of Pi reminds me of late nights on Pat's couch petting Ben. Suite Francais is me sitting in Starbucks after Anton in Showbuiness rehersals. Cat's Cradle is always English Class, and A Farewell to Arms is always a summer day in Germany, falling asleep by a pool. To Kill a Mockingbird is me sitting at the kitchen table a million times, but Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is just the nervousness I felt flying into NYC for the first time. My Little House books will always make me think of Sarah, just as I always think of Mimi when I read the Mildred D. Taylor book she bought me (Road to Memphis in case you don't remember). My Narnia books are from Pat and about a million of my books I convinced Mom and Dad to buy me at the Borders in Sunset Hills.
Maybe someday the books I've accumulated in NYC will remind me of my time here, but for now having my books with me is like having old friends. My apartment is finally starting to feel like a real home.
And while I'm on the subject, if someone finds my copy of Voyage of the Dawn Treader, could you mail it to me? I thought I grabbed it but it was just Prince Caspian.
Books don't just remind me of the story that's in them, they remind me of where I was when I read them.
I brought back a lot of books with me, and nothing in New York so far, even Nick, has made me feel more at home. When I see the spines of my Little House books next to my Roald Dalh I feel like I'm back in grade school, staring at my bookshelf as I try to go to sleep. Life of Pi reminds me of late nights on Pat's couch petting Ben. Suite Francais is me sitting in Starbucks after Anton in Showbuiness rehersals. Cat's Cradle is always English Class, and A Farewell to Arms is always a summer day in Germany, falling asleep by a pool. To Kill a Mockingbird is me sitting at the kitchen table a million times, but Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is just the nervousness I felt flying into NYC for the first time. My Little House books will always make me think of Sarah, just as I always think of Mimi when I read the Mildred D. Taylor book she bought me (Road to Memphis in case you don't remember). My Narnia books are from Pat and about a million of my books I convinced Mom and Dad to buy me at the Borders in Sunset Hills.
Maybe someday the books I've accumulated in NYC will remind me of my time here, but for now having my books with me is like having old friends. My apartment is finally starting to feel like a real home.
And while I'm on the subject, if someone finds my copy of Voyage of the Dawn Treader, could you mail it to me? I thought I grabbed it but it was just Prince Caspian.
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