Well, I'm afraid it's been a busy couple of weeks, hence no post. We officially have a functioning stove again. (woo hoo!) I have used it once since it started working again, and all's well so far, but I couldn't help but flinch just a little bit when I turned that burner on, hoping no infernal flames would come shooting out.
Heather, Graham, Sammy, and I spent one heck of a cold afternoon in P-town last weekend watching our dear Cougs oust the opponent amidst a lot of snow (particularly in the 3rd and 4th quarters). I love the anticipation of the snow and the upcoming holidays, but I'll admit, standing in the wet cold for that long wasn't very pleasant. I'll remember to be inside when the next storm hits, maybe.
It seems I'm embarking on that sentimental journey a little early this year. Perhaps it's because working for a magazine forces you to think six months ahead. Do you remember as a kid the crazy anticipation that led to any holiday? It didn't matter what it was, you were always excited. But you were doubly so when it came to holidays like Halloween and Christmas. We used to have really great extended family Halloween parties when I was a kid, and everyone dressed up in really great costumes. All of the kids would go trick-or-treating together and then come back to the party where we were on a sugar high for the next two weeks, depending on how long the candy would last.
And then there was the supreme magic that surrounded the entire Christmas season. You just never thought Christmas would ever come. Honestly, I hope some of that magic still exists in me somewhere--that hope of good things to come. I heard this broadcast from the Tabernacle Choir last year and have never forgotten it. On a more general scope in life, anticipation is that longing for good things. How interesting. Perhaps we ought to more frequently sense that feeling of anticipation, anxiously waiting, for those good things yet to come.
As life ebbs and flows onward, it's interesting to see how when certain events beyond your control take hold, they come not in solitary incidences, but in masses of big events. Those I have talked with recently know it has been a busy few weeks at work culminating in a rather tumultuous few days this week. I'll spare you the details, but let's just say it took some time and energy to get everything taken care of.
On top of that, I was cooking some quick dinner last night--some good ol' Mac and Cheese. I'll admit I have a weakness for the stuff. Perhaps it stems from being raised on it as a child. There's an interesting resurgence, it seems. You can read about it on Blueprint's blog from a little while ago. But I digress. As I was sitting in the living room waiting for the proverbial (or perhaps literal) pot to boil, my roommate and I heard this loud noise and looked around to see a large blow-torch-like flame spewing from the burner. My reflexes weren't quite as fast as my roommate's, who ran to the kitchen just to see the flame die back. All that was left was a smoldering, red spot on the burner where it also melted, a pot with a pretty good scorch mark, smoke and smoke alarms beeping, and a horrible stench. She quickly turned off the burner, but the light indicating a surface unit is in use was still on. So we decided to unplug the possessed oven to keep it from swallowing us whole. Here are a couple of pictures to prove the event happened.
(This is the offending burner)
(and the pot that had to suffer through the ordeal)
The fire department didn't actually come (but it makes for a good title, doesn't it? Thanks for that, Heather). But needless to say, we are now ovenless until we inform the manufacturer just what we think of their product. The funny thing is the oven is relatively new. My roommate bought the place and moved in in June. Everything was brand new at that point.
Thank goodness today is Friday. I don't know if I can handle much more of this kind-of drama in my life.
Well, I've been tagged by the creatively illustrious Jill (admit it--you have more creative talent than I can ever hope to possess), and this is a good one. So, without further ado:
1. Your rock start name (first pet and current car): Caramel Roxcy (seriously, my car's name is Roxcy).
Wow, sounds like a spice girl or something
2. Your gansta name (fav ice cream flavor, favorite cookie): Bunny Tracks Chocolate
Hmm, could be a whole lot better
3. Your "fly guy/girl" name (first initial of first name, first three letters of last name): M Dun
Jill, very similar! We're "Dun" fly girls at heart. :)
4. Your Detective name (favorite color, favorite animal): Red Panda
Isn't that a real animal?
5. Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born): no middle name, so simply "Salt Lake"
6. Your Star Wars name (first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first): Dunma
7. Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink put "The"): The Pink Lemonade
Sounds fierce and formidable, doesn't it?
8. Nascar name (the first names of your grandfathers): Seth Reed
9. Stripper name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne, favorite candy): um . . . *feigns shock* Jill, I'm surprised and shocked. :)
10. Witness protection name (mother's and father's middle names): Anderson Willis
Sweet. I'm liking that one. It almost makes me feel as cool as Anderson Cooper is--almost
And to continue the fun, I tag Heather, Marissa, Brooke, Caron, Christy, and whomever else is lurking in the "admiring bog" out there.
And on to pun-esque related news (i.e., tags of another sort), I have recently discovered another cool website: Paper Source. It's a great one. I highly recommend it to all. In particular, I am seriously considering these darling tags for Christmas presents. It almost makes me want to give to everyone I have ever met so I can use more of them!
Okay, seriously. Have you ever seen anything so cute? I doubt it.
Welcome to the new look! Hopefully this is much improved to the tacky red and gray disaster this blog was before. I think it still needs some tweaking, but at least I can stand to look at it now. Just for your information, this painting is an ever-famous one in the local community--it is by John Hafen, and it's entitled "Girl among the Hollyhocks."
Since I have renamed this blog to encompass my musings, allow me share the first musing under the new guise. The fam has already heard this, but that's okay. I was thinking recently about one of the reasons I became interested in the writing aspect of my college degree, and it makes me once again want to write a book or at least something that is lasting. There's a fantastic address given my Orson F. Whitney entitled, "Home Literature." It's a fascinating read, if you're interested in that sort of thing, but I love what he has to say about the literature of the Mormon people: he says "We will yet have Shakespeares and Miltons of our own." That's a pretty bold statement in 1888 when most of the people were just trying to survive in a barren land where the government still hated them. I'm guessing most didn't have time for extensive courses in rhetoric or the art of writing. Yet he states that "In God's name and by his help we will build up a literature whose top shall touch heaven, though its foundations may now be low in earth." I think there are many wonderful writers and philosophers of our time and in this religion, but we are not nearing Shakespeare, Milton, or Carlyle just yet. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be part of that great work--at least at getting closer to that goal of having some of the finest literature ever produced coming from this history and background?
Susan Cooper (a well-known children's author) once said in a speech I attended that you must write from "a deep longing for home"--a concept the Welsh talk about. How interesting that she would talk of that and her own "deep longing" in her highly acclaimed writing. If you write from that deep longing, then what a reservoir the Mormon people must have to draw on! Perhaps one day (soon, I hope) I will stop musing on such things and start working towards them instead.
So, the fam has a new website: www.ididntcometoeat.com. It's a great place. Now, you non-family readers (are there any of you out there?), let me explain. You may be wondering, "why in the world would they choose 'I didn't come to eat' as their url?" Well, let me give a little background. It helps to understand this great family I'm genetically tied to. Ever since I can remember, my family has gone down to a small town in central Utah every summer to spend some time. It's where my grandfather grew up. My great uncle, my grandfather's brother was also down there frequently and later, he and his wife lived down there. Well, my great uncle often came to visit while we were there, but he always came, curiously around mealtime--whether it be breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Well, we always invited him to eat with us, but his reply was always, "Well, I didn't come to eat." He would then proceed to accept the invitation and break bread with us. That's exactly how it went ever time, and it was a very endearing, yet predictable event.
Well, upon further discussion, as my family often discusses such odd and random topics, we realized that whenever we get together, we actually do come to eat. There is always food, and it's usually the center focus of the get together. So, no one denys it these days. But the fact remains that the story is one of those things that we all find enormously humorous even today.
In other (although probably not more interesting) news, I'm going to my first official crop tomorrow. What's a crop, you ask? Yeah, I didn't know until a few months ago. It's a party where a bunch of people get together and scrapbook. Just ask Christy (thanks for the list of acronyms, hah. It's so true!), this whole scrapbooking industry is a world all its own. My coworkers and I are going to scrapbook and chat with others--they are the audience for the magazine, so it's good to get their perspective. But that's just it--we're going to scrapbook with them. That will be interesting. So, I guess I'll be packing up my patterned paper, ribbon, grommet tool (I still don't know how that thing works) for one big barrel of laughs tomorrow! It'll be fun. Maybe I'll actually get a page or two scrapbooked!
One past postscript: I realize this blog is very ugly. I keep experimenting with the templates available, and have decided I need to customize it. One of these days, I'll have enough time to do that. Really, I promise.
I know, it has been a long time since I posted here, and I even promised to be better about that. So much for good intentions . . . Well, life has changed quite a bit in the past few months. I am currently working for an awesome magazine, Creating Keepsakes.
Believe me when I say I have learned a lot about scrapbooking, especially for someone who hasn't really been into it in the past. I still haven't figured out how to use the grommet tool, or really what a grommet even is (isn't that the dog that hangs out with Wallace?) but I guess there's still lots to learn. :)
One thing I am sure of these days: I love working for a magazine. It's great to be able to see your ideas come to fruition. In fact, my first feature article was recently published in the October issue. Woo hoo! It won't win any journalism Pulitzer Prizes, but I'm okay with that.
I've also upgraded my living situation--from an apartment with two roommates to a townhouse with one roommate. I'm slowly getting there. Who knows, I may actually own my own place someday!
The summer has been fabulous. I've been able to spend sometime in the great outdoors, and the little bro returned from his mission a few weeks ago. And, in the spirit of summer festivities, here's a great pic from a couple of years ago (just before the bro left) of him, the sister, and me during a rousing game of miniature golf. Good times!
And while we're at it, ignore the fact that the sunburned kid is wearing a shirt he wore when he was in first grade (or earlier). Let's hope that phase has passed since he's been wearing suits for the past two years.
After dealing with many days of smog and cold, it's hard not to wish, and yearn with your whole soul, for spring. However, I was reminded a few days ago by my sister of a quote that helps us get through these days. I keep telling myself winter helps us appreciate the spring. John Boswell said, "Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour." I think I find much more time to read during the winter months. Or, perhaps it's the recent barrage of new books that lends itself to that. I don't complain. I find escaping into a fictional world or being enlightened with new knowledge a very envigorating experience.
In fact, I have wondered a lot lately about acquring truth and how it is done. (*warning: this may lead to something philosophical and boring. You may stop reading here, if you wish.) I find it interesting that many, particularly those who try to disprove religion, are not in the pursuit of gaining knowledge. Rather, they are in the pursuit of proving something wrong. I wonder, what have the disprovers gained? Not knowledge, for sure. An absence of knowledge perhaps. In fact, I would venture to say many "philosophers" and "critics" use proving something false as an escape from seeking real knowledge. It is much harder to find truth than it is to find an absence of truth, I think.
I may be completely off my rocker on this one, but I heard an interesting discussion the other day about Alma 32. Instead of the usual faith reading, which is wonderful in itself, the speaker used the symbol of a growing seed to gaining truth. It is much like the scientific method, he said. We start with a hypothesis, we experiment, and then we draw a conclusion. If our first experiement seems to lend us to believe our hypothesis is true, we continue to experiment to make sure. It's a never-ending process. If we find our hypothesis is false, we adjust the hypothesis and continue to experiment. You never see to prove something is not true using this method. How interesing. All of the phases the seed goes through as it grows can be compared to our different senses of knowing truth. If the seed is good, it swells (v. 28), which may be compared to a swelling within us--a spiritual and physical response that tells us it's true. It enlarges our soul (v. 28) which may be compared to a behavioral change in us. We want to act a different way because we believe something is true. It enlightens (v. 28, 34), which may be an intellectual response. Our view has been broadened and our minds enlightened. And last, it begins to be delicious (v. 28), which means we desire more truth.
So, I've decided to rejoin the blogging world. It's funny that I choose that on an evening I have no energy whatsoever, and I really need to be in bed. However, looking through some other friends' postings elsewhere, it reminded me of a great experience (and photos to prove it!) I had last year about this time as some friends and I were leaving a Jazz game. We walked through Temple Square to get to our car, and who happened to cross our path? None other than Ben Stein. We had the shameless audacity to go introduce ourselves and confirm that's who it was. Just so you all know, he was very congenial and kind. He insisted on shaking each of our hands and knowing each of our names. We wished him a happy holiday season and went on our way. But really, how many people can say they ran into Ben Stein anywhere, let alone on Temple Square? It was great.
As I sat listening to General Conference this weekend, I just revelled in the opportunity to hear from living prophets, but I also thought about years and seasons past when the weather has been less than desirable for the event. Fortunately, it was good weather this weekend, but it made me realize that summer is really over! Where did it go? I guess a large part of it I spent in a large classroom in New York City. Another large part I spent reading pages and pages of magazines, articles, and books in a less-than-luxurious dorm room. Another portion was spent attending and preparing for festivities surrounding a certain sister's wedding. That was all definitely worth it, but I guess I didn't have too many picnics in the park or even too many lunch hours outside. Perhaps I'll just have to make the most of what good weather is left.
In the meantime, my thoughts have turned to Halloween. I think I have a good idea for a costume--the devil who wears Prada. Unfortunately, I don't actually wear a pair of Pradas. Maybe my other red heels will have to do. Any stellar ideas out there for how to make this the best costume ever? And the answer to the question running through your head is, yes, I'm still obsessed with the crazy people in the New York publishing industry. The farther removed I am, the more amazing it is, really.
I realize it has been way too long since I posted! What with returning from New York, being involved with my sister's wedding, and life in general, it has escaped me. I could say a lot about a lot of things that have been going on, but I think pictures perhaps tell the best story. Particularly for the wedding, the best place to look is Jill's beautiful pictures at the temple. I can't take any credit except for being in one or two of them. However, to amuse probably no one but myself I am following in the footsteps of the one and only melissamerica (thanks for the idea!). I don't know why I feel like this list needs a disclaimer, but I have to say the scriptures are excluded from the list because they fit into many catergories here--most especially number 1. So, here goes :
1. One book that changed your life: The Peacegiver by James Ferrell.
2. One book that you have read more than once: Laddie by Gene Stratton Porter. This is such a great children's book! It hails from the era of innocence, and I love it.
3. One book you would want on a desert island: David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. Yup, I could read that one over and over again.
4. One book that made you laugh out loud: Eats, Shoots, and Leaves by Lynne Truss. It's true. The inner (or not so inner) pedant comes out.
5. One book that made you cry: Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. I have to admit I had tears streaming down my cheeks at the end.
6. One book you wish had been written: So many books by the early members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. There is so much personal thought and reaction of those faithful people we just don't have written down.
7. One book you wish had never been written: Tess of the d'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy. I can't stand that book.
8. One book you are currently reading: Just one? No. Adam Bede by George Eliot, Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling by Richard Bushman,Sesame and Lilies by John Ruskin, 1776 by David McCullough, and Learning in the Light of Truth by Merrill J. Bateman. Yeah, I'm determined to get through them all!
9. One book you have been meaning to read: Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. It will happen one of these days.
So, Rochester was such great fun. It was great to hang out with the fam, even if they do enjoy sitting around, picking their noses. Heh.
Maybe no one will notice it is us with the disguises.
Well, all good things must come to an end, and I had quite the experience trying to get back to Salt Lake last week. My flight from Rochester to JFK was delayed because of major storms in New York City, and after one of the airline employees assured me I wouldn't miss my connecting flight to Salt Lake, I got on the plane to JFK only to arrive an hour too late to catch my flight. After dealing with more than one very unhelpful person, I spent the night in the JFK airport attempting to get a little sleep. I then got on a flight to Las Vegas (which was also delayed an hour) and arrived with just enough time for me run to the gate of my last flight to Salt Lake. I was flying with a different airline and didn't have time to get my luggage. After I arrived in Salt Lake and tried to track down my luggage, it seems the incompetence on the JFK workers continuted because my luggage never made it to Las Vegas. After taking 23 hours to get home and finally receiving my luggage a full day after I arrived, I decided I don't really want to fly anywhere again anytime soon. So much for my good record of no incidents when flying.
Needless to say, it's good to be back, and it's good to get back to normal life.
So, it's finally (or already) over. It was quite the week, and it was quite the race to the finish. Our group gave a presentation on our magazine launch, Historic Home, Thursday afternoon. Let's just say we were printing off cover art and materials for the judges that morning. It was pretty close, but all of the judges seemed to think we did a good job--they were all very complimentary, and even the coordinator raved about our magazine. There are always a few things that could be improved, but overall, they thought we did a good job. This morning was a career fair with a lot of big-name publishers (book and magazine). Since I'm not staying in New York, I didn't find it extremely useful, but it was interesting to talk to some of the people to see how they view the publishing industry. This afternoon we had a final luncheon at the Princeton Club (ooh swanky) where the alcohol flowed freely. There were a couple of girls at my table that had more than one or two glasses of wine before the luncheon was over. It's always amusing to watch everyone around you get tipsy when you are completely sober.
Anyway, the crazy week is over. I had a chance to go up to the Manhattan temple this afternoon, and it was wonderful and relaxing. I was glad I was able to go before I left. There are a lot of neat places I'm going to miss seeing all of the time. I guess I'll just have to come back again as a "tourist." :)
Now, I'm on my way to Rochester tomorrow!! The New York adventure continues. . . .
So it happened this past weekend--I saw a rat. I only have one more week in the city, and I thought I would make it without seeing one. Let's just say it wasn't a pleasant experience. We (me and some friends from Salt Lake who were here--hooray for having friends in New York!) were in a subway station in Brooklyn, and I saw this large, disgusting, repulsive rat saunter across the platform in front on one of the sets of stairs leading to the exit. I hate rats. Have I said that before? Because I do. I hate rats. They are a very close second in repulsion to snakes. However, yesterday we went to the Conservatory Gardens in Central Park. It was absolutely beautiful! I wish I had discovered them earlier so I could take better advantage of them. But, I'm just glad I spent some time there. We also walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, which was beautiful. It was great to see the cityscape at night. Here is one picture from the bridge. It's a little blurry, but you get the idea. It was a nice respite from the stress that my life has been the past couple of weeks. The stress picked up again full force today, but it will be over by Friday. I think I'm ready for it to be over. I have had so many aspects of book and magazine publishing pounded into my head over the past few weeks, that I don't know if I can cram much more in there and retain it. At any rate, that's all I think or dream about these days. Really, as in I am having stress dreams about our magazine launch presentation on Thursday.
So, I realize that my little notes in this blog are much like Fanny Trollope's and Charles Dickens's writings of their experiences in America in that they are of great interest to the author but probably not of much interest to others who have not experienced it first-hand. The only difference is that my writing isn't nearly as good as theirs, and mine will never be published. With that in mind, maybe I can offer at least one amusing comment: the man sitting next to me in the computer lab is talking to himself or to the computer. I can't tell which. When I say talking, I mean carrying on a full conversation. Hmm. You've got to wonder about that.It has officially been one of the busiest weeks of my life. Because we get both this coming Monday and Tuesday off for the Fourth of July, the Magazine director has decided to work us until we are completely exhausted this week in order to make up for lost time. I haven't had a minute to think, but at least I know a LOT more about magazine publishing now than I did a week ago. It's an interesting industry in that it's "service" oriented, but everyone admits that at the end of the day, money is what matters most. If something or someone sells well on a cover, that's what you do. Of course, there are exceptions, but that is the way the mass market looks at the world. The magazine director is an interesting woman herself. Let's just say she fits the stereotype that the cutthroat magazine industry is known for. Often, she isn't very tactful, and everyone is surprised if she actually compliments the group or an idea. In her defense, she really knows what she's talking about, and if you're not intimidated by her, you're okay. You've got to have a pretty tough skin, but I guess it's good to get used to now. As you probably all know, the movie, The Devil Wears Prada comes out today, and there are some striking resemblances to my life and that movie right now. Seeing and hearing from editors and directors of many well-known magazines has made the premise of this book and movie realistic, even if it is "fiction." I think everyone in the program agrees. I think it may be a good group therapy session to see this little movie as soon as we can.
Well, I just finished the first half of the publishing program today. We had our group presentations on the imprint we created. That included presenting our catalog of upcoming titles and our marketing plans for each one. It went well, but we had an interesting reaction from the judges. One of the judges really ripped us apart, and basically told us what was wrong with each title. It was a little harsh, but the information was good. However, another one of the judges praised us to the skies and said he thought our imprint had some really good titles and plans, and that he loved it. As it is, we didn't take first place, but we did get an award for our lead title, Generation whY Me: Most media potential, which can create bestsellers, so we were excited about that.
Today after our wine and bagels (man, the alcohol sure flows freely around here), we got our reading material for the Magazine section starting on Monday. Let me just say, it's going to be just as busy, if not busier. I now have two of the largest binders I have ever seen full of reading materials. I am excited, though. There are people from some pretty big magazines coming: People, In Style, Better Homes and Gardens, Martha Stewart Omnimedia, Reader's Digest, and the list goes on. It will be good. I don't really get much of a break because there is quite a bit of reading for Monday, and I still have to finishing the oh-so-scintillating book, The Magazine Publishing Industry. A weekend of reading--at least it's better than spending the time outside in the heat and humidity. Man, that isn't very fun.
So, today we had class at Barnes and Noble in Union Square. First of all, this isn't an ordinary bookstore. Just imagine four huge floors filled with books. We had the main guy over merchandising and one of the buyers talk about their end of the book business. It was interesting to hear because many people who work for publishers see B and N and Borders as the big bad chain store. (At what point do I find it freaky that my life very closely resembles You've Got Mail?) They really rolled out the red carpet for us. They provided morning treats from Starbucks. Wow, their orange juice and bagels are just as good as everyone says they are. Or was it something else they're known for? I can't remember. Anyway, they brought us in before the store opened, and we met in an area they have set aside for readings and author appearances. Afterward, they gave us all a $25 gift certificate. You should have seen the look on everyone's face. Giving free money for books to a bunch of book lovers? It was like the proverbial kid in a candy store.
To top it off, today was research day at all of the independent bookstores as well. It was so we could see where our theoretical books that our theoretical imprint is publishing would fit in. I went to Strand--famed for supposedly having 18 miles of books. Let me just say it was like Sam Weller's times ten. It was seriously cool.
Needless to say, I have bought a book or two in addition to the ones we have received for free while being here. Mom, I think I am going to need to ship some things home . . .
So, I just want you all to know how much I love New York thus far. It's such a crazy city, and there are some many people everywhere, but there is also so much to do. Last night, a couple of my roommates and I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The greatest part was that it was free. Apparently, they open up all of the museums on Museum Mile one night a year to the public for free. They close off 5th Avenue in that area, and there are all sorts of street performers and entertainment.
But really, the cream of the experience was going to that museum. I had planned to check out the Guggenheim as well, but I didn't have time. I loved their collection of paintings in particular--Matisse, Monet, Renoir, Picasso, Seraut, Cezanne, Degas. You know, the usuals. Their Rodin collection is pretty amazing too. I love it. I love it all. I really enjoy being able to live as a normal New Yorker during the week, and play tourist on the nights and weekends. It's pretty good. So, anyway, that doesn't say a whole lot, but there you have it. It's a good place to be.
Well, I had a pretty interesting experience the other day. I was eating lunch in City Hall park, which is just across the street from where my classes are and very close to the Brooklyn Bridge (very cool, by the way). I was chatting with another girl in the program when a nun came up to us and said something like "St. Joseph's orphanage" and stood there with a small basket of money. She just stood there and looked at my friend and said, "I can't hear you." She waited for a minute more and when my friend didn't respond she said again, "I can't hear you!" Finally my friend said, "Good afternoon." At that, the nun walked away muttering something and was obviously disgusted. To this friend, who is from Kenya, it wasn't a very favorable impression of Americans.
As it happened, there was a man sitting near us on an adjoining park bench and said, "Don't worry about her. I see her around here all of the time. She even came in to a restaurant where I was eating and went up to each table people we seated at, and asked them for money. When she came to me, I just stared at her and didn't say a word. She left because she knew I caught on to her."
As if that wasn't interesting enough, a younger man came up to us and said, "I heard you talking about the nun. She's a fake, right? I was here once and asked where the orphanage is located. It doesn't exist--I tried to look it up."
So, apparently the New Yorkers know this woman is a complete fake, but a lot of people fall into her trap because there are a lot of tourists in the area.
She goes up to everyone she sees and made quite a bit during the short time I was there. She must make a killing. What a charitable "nun."
By the way, I haven't seen any rats yet. :)
Well, after the first day of classes, I have noticed that you need your school ID everywhere you go. You need it to get into every building associated with the university. I went to get my ID card today, and ironically, you need to show your ID to enter the ID center too. I had a temporary ID until I got my permanent one, but what do you do if you lose your ID card? I guess you're toast.
On a more interesting note, I passed (but haven't yet gone in) The Strand, a great book store that claims to have 18 miles of books. It looks like lots of fun and a couple of hours of perusing. Better yet, it's just a couple of blocks from where I'm staying!
Classes are really interesting too. The staff that produced the best-selling novel Marley and Me spoke about the process of publishing this book and the different promotions they put together for it. It was quite interesting. We also got advanced reader's copies. I'm excited to read it. This morning we also had the president of the AAP (Association of American Publishers) speak. It's quite the all-start cast every day.
By the way, this comment is for Heather: NYU's color is purple. They have a purple flag outside of each building, and many of the doors in the buildings are purple. Even the blinds in my bedroom window are purple. It's pretty good.
Also, here's the hideous fashion tip of the day: leggings with cowboy boots. It's quite the thing around here. Try it. Or don't.
