I’m not sure what this says more (or less) about–the art exhibit, the hotel exhibiting the art, or the employees working at the hotel exhibiting the art. But when I arrived at the Ace Hotel and asked the man at the front desk where the 50 states exhibit was, he looked at me blankly. When I repeated myself 4 times, qualifying my comments with, “I don’t know if that’s what it’s called,” he looked at me even blanklier. (Sometimes made-up words are the ones you need most.)
Monthly Archives: January 2013
There’s a reason 28 year olds don’t stay out until 5am.
Just 6 hours earlier, I had been discussing this sad truth with a 26 year old, who said he has to pump himself up to stay out till 2. His 22 year old girlfriend looked on in disbelief, probably thinking to herself, I’ll never get that old.
Insert preferred form of, “What?! You’ve never seen Dogma before?!!!” here.
I didn’t love the movie and probably wouldn’t watch it again, but it was interesting–for 2 reasons.
- So many famous people were in it, and they were all practically babies! (The movie came out in 1999.)
- I had always thought this movie was supposed to be a satire about religion, so I always just assumed it was making fun of religion and implying it was stupid. But that wasn’t the message I got at all while watching it. Read the rest of this entry »
“So now you’re just joining any free dating site you find so you don’t have to pay for one and/or admit it’s not the dating sites’ fault you are spending these cold nights wrapped up in a blanket on your couch instead of wrapped up in a blanket on your couch with someone next to you?”
Yes. That’s exactly it.
The pointless part about magazines these days is the entire thing. They only contain information found online. The further reading lists are all websites. The section at the front where people write in comments is sourced from Facebook. Yet, I still find something satisfying about flipping through a hard copy of a magazine–though I wouldn’t pay for the experience. Luckily, my sister somehow knew this and bought me a subscription for Christmas. Read the rest of this entry »
Well. It’s happened. I have finally figured out how to stop time.
First, sit in a chair against the wall and assume the position of, according to your boss, a “potted plant.”
If this place were in Manhattan or Brooklyn, it would be packed. There are only 5 or 6 tables. It serves pretty delectable food, including pretty affordable crepes. It’s cute and unpretentious while being a little bit cool. It has everything a popular NYC restaurant should have, including a cash-only rule so dear it’s printed on the workers’ shirts–except the right zip code.