A new journal for my good pals who demand more updates...
Well, things are movin along here for me...I've had some issues with getting my financial aid refund & it's been delayed, which has been a real pain in the ass. Money goes so quick here in NYC it's insane. I'm not spending extravagantly in any way, but I have still noticed just how rapidly the funds have diminished here for me. This has really been compounded by my lack of expected money from financial aid, however it looks as though it all might finally go through later next week...
But aside from that, I don't really have much to complain about. I went to a kick-ass party on Friday night put on by some of the second year people in the Columbia program. It was in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, directly across the East River from Manhattan. Part of it was up on the roof of the apt building, and the view was unbelievable.
Here's a pic that I found online, taken from about the same spot as where the rooftop party was going on:
Just imagine that same view, only at night, and a little closer to the river. Best part was how the cloud cover right over the city strongly reflected the light directly from both the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building. There were giant round glows right above them. I wish I had brought my camera with me, but I don't know if I would have truly been able to capture the splendor of it all.
On Saturday, I went to MOMA with a friend from the program. Columbia students can get in for free. I had never before been to MOMA, and it's amazing. Supposed to be the best modern art collection in the world, and now I can go visit it for free whenever I want. It kinda blows my mind...I got to commune with some Jackson Pollocks and Rothkos and Matisses, to name a few. Sometimes, standing before these paintings, it's hard to imagine their monetary value...it's just difficult to believe that you're standing in front of a $20 million object. It's insane how much some art gets marked up, especially considering just how little it probably cost a lot of these guys to actually make the art (at least in a monetary sense)...
Well, that's my brief update for now, I've gotta get to a class...hope you're all "rocking" as they say...
Well, things are movin along here for me...I've had some issues with getting my financial aid refund & it's been delayed, which has been a real pain in the ass. Money goes so quick here in NYC it's insane. I'm not spending extravagantly in any way, but I have still noticed just how rapidly the funds have diminished here for me. This has really been compounded by my lack of expected money from financial aid, however it looks as though it all might finally go through later next week...
But aside from that, I don't really have much to complain about. I went to a kick-ass party on Friday night put on by some of the second year people in the Columbia program. It was in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, directly across the East River from Manhattan. Part of it was up on the roof of the apt building, and the view was unbelievable.
Here's a pic that I found online, taken from about the same spot as where the rooftop party was going on:
Just imagine that same view, only at night, and a little closer to the river. Best part was how the cloud cover right over the city strongly reflected the light directly from both the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building. There were giant round glows right above them. I wish I had brought my camera with me, but I don't know if I would have truly been able to capture the splendor of it all.
On Saturday, I went to MOMA with a friend from the program. Columbia students can get in for free. I had never before been to MOMA, and it's amazing. Supposed to be the best modern art collection in the world, and now I can go visit it for free whenever I want. It kinda blows my mind...I got to commune with some Jackson Pollocks and Rothkos and Matisses, to name a few. Sometimes, standing before these paintings, it's hard to imagine their monetary value...it's just difficult to believe that you're standing in front of a $20 million object. It's insane how much some art gets marked up, especially considering just how little it probably cost a lot of these guys to actually make the art (at least in a monetary sense)...
Well, that's my brief update for now, I've gotta get to a class...hope you're all "rocking" as they say...
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I was actually aware of the fact that a language dies about every two weeks. I had the chance to meet the last native speaker of a native american language in my field research class. I cannot recall the name of the language, but the experience was amazing. The woman died about 8 months later, if I remember my facts correctly. She was willing to work with one of my professors to get attempt at getting the language written down, but it is an extremely difficult task when there is only one speaker left and she has not practiced the language in over 40 years. Crazy stuff! Sad, too, but tis the nature of languages. They evolve, just like us, and therefor it is basically a survival of the fittest. Unfortunately with languages it has a lot to do with politics and assimilation.
So, thats my response to your article! Thanks for making me think and remember that experience. It had been pushed back in my brain files, and am glad it resurfaced.
Have fun with Mr. Magoo! I hope you learn something from him, it sounded like you weren't to happy about his teaching style, that he can do whatever he pleases since he is a famous poet and teaches at Columbia.
buenas noches senor!
Elle
You may be broke, but at least you're not bored!
Yes, the Mabel Dodge was way cool. Very funky and charming. No luck getting a photo of the D.H. Lawrence commode, sadly, as the room was occupied. I did get a few pics of his bawdy, banned paintings, however. There's a hotel in downtown Taos that houses a small collection of his artwork. Some rather naughty stuff! (David Herbert was a bit of a pervert!) As soon as I get a couple of the photos sized, I'll be sure to share them with you.
Received your lovely email, 'tis true, but have not had time to respond, unfortunately. Work has been enormously busy, and the "significant other" pretty much monopolizes the home computer. I do intend to get back to you, though. Humble apologies for my laxity and neglect. I beg your forgiveness.
MOMA is heaven on earth. When I die, I want to be cremated and have my ashes sprinkled all around the Fifth Floor.
Be well, mon ami.