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March 16th
6:32 PM EST
Usually vanity plates suck, but this one I love! 
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Usually vanity plates suck, but this one I love! 

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March 13th
1:00 PM EST

True Life: I Went Running and Got Lost

hungryrunner:

Sooo, let’s talk a little bit about how I was planning on running a 5.5 mile loop today, but ended up getting completely and totally lost and clocked in almost 7 miles instead. Whoops! I definitely should have thought about the fact that I have absolutely no sense of direction before I set out on a new trail that, about every 500 yards or so, branches out into new paths that lead in every which direction.

Actually, that part was kind of nice at the beginning of the run because I wasn’t at all paying attention to the time or distance since I was preoccupied with trying to figure out which way I needed to go in order to get back to the starting point. Obviously that didn’t work out, though, because about 3.5 miles in I finally realized I was not running in a loop and figured out that I needed to turn around and go back the way I came if I wanted to ever see civilization again. To give you a hint at how much of a sense of direction I have… I also got lost after I turned around and tried to run the same route back. Thank goodness I had my iPhone and I was able to pretend to know how to use a compass!

Despite getting quite sidetracked, it was actually an awesome run. I felt great, maintained my goal of keeping under a 10-minute-mile pace, and the scenery was beautiful, so I can’t really complain. The whole ordeal might have also taken me a bit longer because I stopped to snap some photos to share!

I love this trail because all the locals take their horses out on it. I waved to this guy and said, “Beautiful horse!” and he tipped his cowboy-ish hat to me. Dammit! I want a horse and a cowboy-ish hat!

I got to run along this super swerve-y boardwalk that runs over a marsh, which made me feel like I was in a video game. (Bonus points for not falling into the swamp!)

And, nothing can ever beat running along the water! (I’d prefer the ocean, but lakes are cool too!)

January 4th
3:03 PM EST

I spent the first few days of 2012 in Montauk. Walked on the beach, looked at lighthouses, snapped some sunset shots…ya know, the usual.

November 15th
7:53 AM EST
November 1st
2:21 PM EST

blogfrombookstores:

Blogging From: The Book Revue

[The Book Revue’s] discount tables are the main contributing component to the fact that I have more books than I actually know what to do with.

This may come as a shock to you, but I’m not a millionaire. I try to be somewhat frugal, (which is hard to do when it comes to books) but when I pay a visit to The Book Revue, it is extremely rare occurrence if I don’t leave with at least two new books in hand. But most times, it’s like five. Call it excessive, but when the books are this affordable it’s hard not to be glutinous. It’s so hard! (Continue Reading)

October 25th
5:12 PM EST
One of the most infuriating things about living right outside of D.C. was that when they played Good Life on the radio, they changed all of the lyrics that said ‘New York’ to ‘Washington.’
Maybe it’s just an overplayed, annoying pop song, (that I sometimes like to listen to when I’m in the mood for overplayed, annoying pop songs) but honestly, “to my friends in Washington, I say Hello?” Um, no. First of all, that is not the same amount of syllables. Second of all, nobody has friends that live in Washington. And Third of all, never diss New York like that in front of me again. Who do you think you are, D.C.? There’s a reason that the original lyrics are the way they are and it’s because New York is better than you.

One of the most infuriating things about living right outside of D.C. was that when they played Good Life on the radio, they changed all of the lyrics that said ‘New York’ to ‘Washington.’

Maybe it’s just an overplayed, annoying pop song, (that I sometimes like to listen to when I’m in the mood for overplayed, annoying pop songs) but honestly, “to my friends in Washington, I say Hello?” Um, no. First of all, that is not the same amount of syllables. Second of all, nobody has friends that live in Washington. And Third of all, never diss New York like that in front of me again. Who do you think you are, D.C.? There’s a reason that the original lyrics are the way they are and it’s because New York is better than you.

October 23rd
2:11 AM EST
Alice in Wonderland makes waiting for the subway at at 2 AM a little better.

Alice in Wonderland makes waiting for the subway at at 2 AM a little better.

October 21st
9:43 AM EST
Everything the Media Told You About Occupy Wall Street is Wrong

"As you can see from the image below, the only mess on Wall Street came  from the police horses standing guard in front of the New York Stock  Exchange."
Oh the irony. 
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Everything the Media Told You About Occupy Wall Street is Wrong

"As you can see from the image below, the only mess on Wall Street came from the police horses standing guard in front of the New York Stock Exchange."

Oh the irony.

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October 14th
11:45 AM EST
Today on Wall Street: Inspector Cardona throws a punch at protester Felix Rivera.
The police brutality needs to end NOW.
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Today on Wall StreetInspector Cardona throws a punch at protester Felix Rivera.

The police brutality needs to end NOW.

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September 24th
9:38 PM EST
"…we are all subject to the overwhelming power of the police…our ability for redress, as well as for deterrence, is crippled by the reluctance of newspapers, radio, television, and government officials to hold up strongly before the public the kind of information which might rouse the citizenry to action. The question then is: how can the people of a community feel “secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures?” How can they, knowing that neither the words of the constitution nor the institutional arrangements of the city will guarantee this security, develop the resources of information and power to protect themselves?"
—  

Howard Zinn - Justice in Everyday Life: The Way it Really Works

NYPD Arrests Over 80 at ‘Occupy Wall Street’ Protests

While the NYPD maintains that they neither own nor use tear gas, some have stepped forward to confirm that they were pepper-sprayed. In at least one video, a man is violently tackled for simply talking to an officer.

September 6th
9:37 PM EST

Every time I watch an episode of Louie- which, I watched an excessive number of episodes of Louie yesterday- my desire for a slice of New York Pizza increases tenfold. So, to put that into perspective, my desire for New York Pizza is immeasurable at this point. It extends out into the abyss of our unknown universe and crosses over to a new dimension. And every time I watch him throw away the crust, a little piece of me dies. Why’d you gotta throw away the crust, Louie? I would’ve eaten that!

August 25th
2:25 PM EST

blogfrombookstores:

Jack Kerouac display at The New York Public Library

This whole exhibit was like a writer’s wonderland. 

June 23rd
10:31 AM EST

I Don’t Care If You Don’t Care

I’m from New York. I know you didn’t ask, but I figured you’d want to know anyway.

See, this is a problem I’ve recently developed since moving to a new state. I find myself injecting the fact that I am from New York into conversations that have nothing to do with one’s state of origin. It doesn’t matter what I’m talking about. I have an unprecedented talent for starting off any sentence with the words, “Well, I’m from New York…” especially when it is almost completely irrelevant.

Talking to the librarian while signing up for a library card: “Do you have proof of your address in Loudoun County?” she asks. “Well, I’m actually from New York (Wink, wink. Nudge, Nudge. Talk to me about New York.) and here’s an envelop my mom sent me with my new address on it.” She didn’t care.

Talking to the lady at the farmer’s market who started to tell me about her daughter who was coming home from New York for the weekend: “Oh my god, New York! I’m from New York! (Please, talk to me about New York!)" I said. Not a chance.

Talking to the instructor at the yoga studio: He asked me if I was interested in signing up for a package of classes. “Well, I’m from New York (Isn’t New York SO cool!?), I just moved here and I’m not sure if I definitely want to do it yet.” Nothing.

But, the day that I ordered lunch from the German restaurant and randomly interjected into my conversation with the cashier that I was from New York, I found out the secret to being from New York. Only people who are from New York will care if you are from New York.

"Get out! Get outta here," he said as he lifted up his arm to show me his New York Yankees tattoo. He didn’t have to say anything else. We proceeded to have a thirty minute long conversation. About New York, of course.

May 26th
11:54 AM EST

themostmusic:

Video: New Yorkers, What song are you listening to?” The Strut (via ItsTheMusicPeople)

I wish this was a professional career. You know, just sitting in New York, asking people what song they are listening to. I could be happy doing that forever. Someone pay me to do that. 

Man, I miss New York.

(Video by Ty Cullen)

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May 5th
9:08 PM EST

So, apparently my New York driving

is a bit too fast paced for these laid back, southern folks. (O.K., I’m practically in Maryland. Who am I even kidding? This isn’t the south!) Either that or I just was not paying any attention at all to the speed limit because I was much more focused on staring at my GPS so I could figure out (for the millionth time now) how to get to work. (Hint, it’s the second reason. And yes, I have done the drive four days in a row now, and I still have no idea how to get there from my apartment without the assistance of a robot-voiced lady telling me exactly when and where to turn. God help me.)

But anyway, back to the real point of the story, which is that I totally got pulled over on my way to work today for going 47 in a 25 MPH zone. Whoops. I mean, I wasn’t doing it intentionally and it didn’t even feel like I had been driving that fast. (OMG, like 47 is even fast!) The cop came right on over to my car and in his southern policeman accent said, “Are you aware of the speed limit here ma’am?” I told him that I really, honestly wasn’t.

“I just moved here. I’ve been trying to pay attention to the speed limit signs but it’s hard when I’m also following my GPS because I don’t know how to get anywhere yet.”

Can’t you just imagine me saying that while batting my eyelashes at him? I should have said it like some kind of damsel in distress, southern belle. “Oh officer, please forgive me.” The funny thing is, he actually was really good looking! I wish I had flirted with him, but I was too busy shitting my pants because that was my first time ever being pulled over. Oh well, next time. No, just kidding. I’d rather not have any more tickets, thank you very much. Even if they are from a handsome man in uniform.

Maybe he thought I was cute though too, because apparently he could have arrested me for how fast I was going, (WHOOPS!! They’re strict down here!) but instead he just let me off with a $30 fine. “I wouldn’t want to do that to you right after you just got down here,” he said. Call me!!!

New York, I miss you. I can’t wait to visit back home so I can drive 70 and feel like I’m going slow while everyone else is flying by at 90.