Beginning of the Work Week . . . Or Not

Things I know about my internship with Simon: 1. It's a bit of a clusterfuck. Simon's hands are tied because the set isn't built, the set can't be built while the actors are rehearsing on set, the lights can't be hung until the projectors are hung, and the director refuses to hold off on the set rehearsals. 2. Theater people don't do early mornings. I don't even really mean early mornings - I mean mornings at all. "Let's have a meeting - 5 PM work for you?" Yeah, that totally works for me, especially when I have two papers due tomorrow and neither of them are done. 3. You can do crazy, amazing things with a set of projectors that basically defy all description except to say that you can essentially start running plays with no actors (which, let's face it, is every director's dream). 4. CS2 and Final Cut Pro are going to do me absolutely no good this time around.

The thing that took my breath away today was the view of the Brooklyn Bridge that I encountered after taking about ten wrong turns and yet somehow still finding my way where I wanted to go. So this morning I set out from my apartment around 9:30, in a sort of vague quest for a coffee shop (place to write papers), maybe some breakfast, and more areas of New York to explore. I decided to head towards the Brooklyn Bridge, with the intention of crossing on foot and finding one of the fifty coffee shops on the street right by the water. By some series of truly unfortunate events, my iPod decided to lose that set of directions, leaving me with only the vaguest notion of where I was going. I just started hopping on subways, switched to the 3, and ended up . . . two blocks away from the Bridge, but on the other side. In my defense, I was underground and I know none of the stations, so it was sort of a miracle I didn't end up in Harlem or something. I didn't walk back across the bridge - it's rainy and kind of dark out right now - but I tried to catch a glimpse from straight on, and was reminded how amazing bridge architecture is. Something about it is just . . . awe-inspiring. Once I get out my real camera and stop trying to take ghetto pictures from my camera phone, I'll have a few up for you. The network of stone and cable is such a lovely, delicate thing, and the way it sort of stretches beyond my imagination is sort of magical.

As a point of interest, I get holla'd at way more up here. I don't know if they have a greater respect for my beauty or are just way less discerning, but either way, New Yorkers are way more open about expressing their appreciation. Makes me laugh.

So it seems that, as of June 6th, I am internship-less. If any of you know some wonderful editor or publishing house that needs an apprentice part time starting around then, send them my way. I guess now, my plan is just to get a job or two for the summer up here and bum around enjoying my summer in the big city.

Also, how hard should it be to find cheap, light-weight shoes for under 80 dollars? How is it that the less material goes into a shoe, the more expensive the damn thing is? I spent about half an hour in a Converse/Puma shop, and discovered without doubt that the shoes I would consider buying are always the most expensive ones. Meanwhile, my big toe is dragging through the mud puddles of New York City . . .