Thursday, July 19, 2007

Le Spirit of Sailing



The spirit of sailing is infectious, specifically when you go in the early evening. The waves slowly rock you back and forth, back and forth while the sun sheds a deep golden light as it begins its graceful exit. The silence is a peaceful one, calming even the most tense of minds. In order to get to this point of zen you must first get past your avid fears of drowning. This often requires twenty minutes of intense praying, clinging onto the sides of the boat and a snug, albeit unflattering, life vest. After indulging your anxieties, a good dose of pride and calm sailing partners help you begin to relax. At this point, the color of the sky should be changing from gold to pink. After reaching the point of absolute relaxation, make sure to take lots of photos and dare to go to the front of the boat for the best views of the pink sea.





























































Friday, July 13, 2007

Le Walt's View of Crossing Brooklyn


Brooklyn Bridge, lithograph by Currier and Ives, 1883. Courtesy of http://cache.eb.com/eb/image?id=8370&rendTypeId=4


Walt Whitman, one of America's greatest poets, lived and grew up in Brooklyn. Here is what he has to say about crossing over from Brooklyn to Manhattan in his amazing masterpiece Crossing Brooklyn Ferry. I guess like me, he also like to write on public transportation. I love that he looks forward to future generations. Guess he knew I was going to come here one day and admire what he admired *flick hair*. All jokes aside, enjoy the excerpts of his poem.


Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
by Walt Whitman
(1819-1892)


1
Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west--sun there half an hour high--I see you also face
to face.
Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious
you are to me!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning
home, are more curious to me than you suppose,
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more
to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.

2
The impalpable sustenance of me from all things at all hours of the day,
The simple, compact, well-join'd scheme, myself disintegrated, every
one disintegrated yet part of the scheme,
The similitudes of the past and those of the future,
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings, on
the walk in the street and the passage over the river,
The current rushing so swiftly and swimming with me far away,
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them,
The certainty of others, the life, love, sight, hearing of others.

Others will enter the gates of the ferry and cross from shore to shore,
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide,
Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west, and the
heights of Brooklyn to the south and east,
Others will see the islands large and small;
Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun half
an hour high,
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others
will see them,
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring-in of the flood-tide, the
falling-back to the sea of the ebb-tide.

3
It avails not, time nor place--distance avails not,
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many
generations hence,
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,
Just as you are refresh'd by the gladness of the river and the
bright flow, I was refresh'd,
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift
current, I stood yet was hurried,
Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships and the
thick-stemm'd pipes of steamboats, I look'd.

For the rest of the poem please go to: http://classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/wwhitman/bl-ww-crossing.htm

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Le Awkward View of the Brooklyn Bridge

When I make the trek over the East River, I turn into the awkward girl on the train who smiles as they go over water. The Brooklyn Bridge comes into view and she covers her ears, head bobbing to the beat. She listens to 'When the Sun Goes Down' from the Arctic Monkeys, the clicking of the wheels in time with the music while her eyes stay glued to the bridge.





































Monday, July 09, 2007

Le Breakfast with Caviar




I have a huge problem. My life for the past three weeks has been a series of movie montages from when the heroine is really happy and active and living life. You know, the three seconds of a movie where they show the 'living' or 'working' or 'building' part. And as a human being, it's wonderful. But as a writer, it's death, because I cannot describe what's happening to me without sounding cheesy, without telling a story that hasn't already been told several times over by Hollywood. Take for example the contrast between the two worlds I am currently living in.

In Brooklyn, I am the nice stay-at-home Jewish girl in a homely skirt who is over-fed by family, helps with the dishes and spends her evenings listening to stories about her grandparents. The cozy apartment is always full of noise, people and TONS of food. Breakfast is five different types of cheese and soviet caviar. It's all about the family as people constantly swarm around her.

When I make the trek over the East River, I turn into the awkward girl on the train who smiles as they go over water. The Brooklyn Bridge comes into view and she covers her ears, head bobbing to the beat. She listens to 'When the Sun Goes Down' from the Arctic Monkeys, the clicking of the wheels in time with the music while her eyes stay glued to the bridge.

In Manhattan at a friend's place, I am the city girl looking down from the dizzying 37th floor. She takes her coffee with soymilk and the view on the balcony as the skyscrapers boldly watch her. The big house is empty and the silence is sharp until the housekeeper shows up. In the evenings she teeters out with her two single girlfriends and talks about men and the city as they migrate from bar to bar.

See what I mean? I cannot write about one of these experiences without thinking to myself 'big deal you rode the subway today'. But at the same time I LOVE it, because when I am living these things I think 'wow. If I was still in Munich, I would be sitting at my desk at work right now or surfing the net.' They all fill some sort of void I had, every single experience is at once new and familiar and impossible to write about without sounding like someone before me. And just like countless people before me, I am living the rosy beginnings of a dream. I guess I will have to accept the fact that, for the moment at least, I am just one big walking cliché.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Le Gwen at 4 in the Morning


Gwen Stefani - 4 in the Morning

Love love love her and love this song!!

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Le Goin Down South Beach Style


Vintage South Beach


Miami was great, just absolute party heaven. Thankfully I had some practice in Munich with three goodbye parties and other leaving events, but all of it paled in comparison to what goes on in South Beach. It was TONS of fun and I am really really happy I went. In fact, I liked Florida so much that I am looking at retiring homes down there. Because after my vacation I never ever want to drink or dance or stay up late ever again. I'm ready to go to a home and play shuffle board for the rest of my life.

Here are some photos to give you a taste:



Our cute hotel in the middle of nowhere


Hotel looks exactly like I imaged Miami to be


More of the cliche Miami hotel


Palm trees!


Coconut Grove at night

*****
Cocowalk
3015 Grand Avenue
Coconut Grove

Nice for shopping and eating. Play live music.
*****


More Coconut Grove


And more...


Me getting lost in the middle of nowhere trying to find the Design District.


I did not end up finding it


So I went to Bayside Marketplace with a girl I met on the bus

*****
Bayside Marketplace
401 Biscayne Boulevard

Cute place to wander around looking at stalls and having something small to eat. There is a Hard Rock Hotel/Cafe near by.
*****


Bayside Marketplace


Bayside Marketplace


Bayside Marketplace


Bayside Marketplace


Bayside Marketplace


Looming clouds at Bayside Marketplace


Rain at Bayside Marketplace


The world begins to end at Bayside Marketplace


Bayside Marketplace


The end of the world came and went at Bayside Marketplace


The remains of the rain


A Miami street


The other side of the street


A monument


A Miami Holiday Inn


South Beach


The south beach


The south beach


Our very very cool hotel at South Beach

*****
Catalina Hotel and Beach Club
1732-1756 Collins Avenue
Miami Beach
http://www.catalinahotel.com/

GREAT hotel if you want to party and meet new people. Open bar for one hour a day, pool, beach chairs and really cool decoration.
*****


More hotel


A total party hotel.


I mean it was crazy. Open bar for an hour a day, so you can imagine how it is.


A South Beach monument


Versace's house


Versace's house


The beach


More beach


And some sky too


Night time at South Beach

*****
Sagamore Hotel
1671 Collins Avenue
Miami Beach

Great place to get drinks at the bar before heading to a club. Huge area with pool-side lounging.
*****


Night time at South Beach


Night time at South Beach


Night time at South Beach


Night time at South Beach


Our hotel from across the street

*****
Hotel Marseilles
1741 Collins Avenue
Miami Beach

Great place for brunch. Right across the street from the Catalina Hotel.
*****


The beach


Weeeeeeeeeeee


Fun in the sun!


Sigh


South Beach


South Beach


South Beach


South Beach


South Beach


South Beach


South Beach


Shopping area


Shopping area


Shopping area


Prive

*****
Prive - The Opium
136 Collins Avenue
Miami Beach

Really cool club in South Beach. Excellent music and a really fun night!
*****


Prive


The last morning