12 hrs. in new york city documented by: Jenna Norman
so cold you could see my breath.
Central park. 19 degrees. 5:35 AM
New York in 3 words.
Motivated Melancholy M-patient (Mr. Wagner will appreciate that)
Breakfast at sarabeths
by far the most delicious french toash my mouth has ever experienced.
tricky apple store
"Babe, I think its just a box.."
"when i die bury me inside the louis store.." chew chainzz
Motivated: v. To provide with an incentive; move to action; impel.
Our first stop was Central Park. (yes, at 5am.. yes it was freezing.. yes it was worth it) Surprisingly, there were several yorker's out either walking their dogs, or running. Might I add, it was 19 degrees. I would not walk my dog at 19 degrees, sorry dog, you can wait. Run? HA! I wouldn't run even if it was a normal 70 degrees and the city was on fire. Anyway, the very first thing anyone said to us was while we were in New York's Central Park. The yorker said, “Wow, you guys are brave!” As if they automatically knew we weren't A. from NY.. B. used to New York's ridiculously stupid crazy weather.. && C. as if they knew it was completely insane for anyone to walk around in 19 degree weather. HA! Heck yes we're brave. For Californians used to 90 degree weather in January. Shoot. We only experienced 2 nice conversations with a yorker in New York and our first was in Central Park.. With a man walking his dog. We talked about photography (of course) He ended up being the one and only “old” person I had seen in New York. Back to why New York is Motivated.. At 6 am in Central Park, there was a marathon. Note: its 19 degrees. There's snow everywhere. It's 6 am. There was a total of 4,882 runners. Are you freaking kidding me? Four thousand eight hundred and eighty-two people running in 19 degrees at 6 am in the morning. INSANE. If thats not motivation.. what is?
Melancholy: n. A deep, pensive, and long-lasting sadness.
I don't want to go as far enough to say that all of New York was depressed, because that wouldn't be true for the yorkers who smiled. However, for all I know the “yorkers” who smiled.. might have actually been tourists. So, Im going to go ahead and say New York was melancholy. Completely expressions-less. They say when you don't smile, you frown.. Simply because thats the way the face falls.. I think New Yorkers have been used to not smiling for so long.. there face is stuck to this super boring frown face. I'm going to call it the “auto-frown”. Because it's always on. Always. From 5th Ave, to Times Square, and even throughout Harlem.. all I saw where plain and “auto-frown” faces. No smiles. No laughing. No light. No satisfaction. I don't think New York has ever experienced the act of being jolly. Seriously, lighten up.
the fake times square
the real times square
we're on tv!!
the mushy time square photos.. hehe
new york hotdogs aint got nothin' on portillos!
Grand central station
Impatient: (or M-patient): ad. Having or showing a tendency to be quickly irritated or provoked.
Amen. Amen. Amen. And Amen. Everywhere (and we went almost everywhere in NY) was rushed. And, it wasn't a polite “excuse me, I'm rushing” it was a “Get the heck out of my way or I'm going to run you over” rush. It was insane. Rude. Impolite. Shoot I can go on and on about how crazy stupid these rushed yorkers were but I won't. Instead I'm going to try and explain how yorkers drive. Note: try. They shouldn't call it driving, the should call it racing. Yorker's don't drive, they race. There's no such thing as a blinker. No such thing as a blind spot. Barb, if you're reading this.. do not ever go to New York.
I say this because if you get nervous while I drive in my car, you would die of a heart attack driving with a taxi driver, yorker driver, HA any driver in NY. They don't even have lines in the road! It's a “first come first serve” basis except every driver thinks they're first. New York driving is literally the definition of complete chaos.
Complete Chaos; n. Yorker driving.
Oh, I can't forget almost every freaking road in New York is one way. As I road backseat in the cab, I starting taking mental notes on every “driving” thing I saw that deserved a ticket. Then I realized, there's no such thing as a speeding ticket, a running a red light ticket, not even a hitting someone with your car ticket. Wheres the freaking NYPD? Not pulling people over.. shoot. If you're not getting run over by a car in NY, you're getting run over by a yorker. I'm almost positive when yorker's are born, they are given a book.. and throughout their childhood they read this book. It's the book their parents read to them before bed time I'm sure. This book is called “How to be a yorker”.
Chapter 1: Don't stop. If you keep moving, people with eventually get out of your way
Chapter 2: Don't apologize. The space ahead of you is yours, it belongs to you and only you. So, take it.
Chapter 3: Just Push. If someone or something is in your way, push. Chapter 4: Just keep going. Go. Go. Go. Go. & Go some more.
Chapter 5: You're a Yorker. Once you've accomplished the ability to claim the streets as your own, you're a yorker.