Friday, February 26, 2010

Eat Ice Cream for Breakfast!

Usually, I come home to an apartment that reeks of exhaustion, but in an attempt to be healthier, I've been walking everywhere and incorporating exercise (cardio/pilates) into my routine a few times a week.

Of course, like all great minds in denial, I crashed this past Saturday (anxiety always paves a smooth road to the fattiest places):

11:00 a.m. Walk past Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robbins
11:02 a.m. Study menu as though I will be quizzed in class
11:05 a.m. Practice signature indecisiveness between Everything bagel or munchkins
11:10 a.m. Allow people behind me in line to cut
11:17 a.m. Settle for a cup of Reese's ice cream

I can't help but envy those girls who lose weight when they're sad and/or stressed. If I was in the movie Mean Girls, I'd definitely sit at the table with the "Girls Who Eat Their Feelings", but at least those feelings would taste damn good.



P.S. Saw John Mayer perform on Friday night in Madison Square Garden and was reverted to my teeny bopper/ groupie days of Backstreet Boys and N'Sync. The man put the guitar on the stage and played it while he lingered over it.



That's probably the hottest thing in the world.

I'm not sure if it's the fact that he's exceptionally talented on numerous fronts or that he's a mindblowing performer, but I found it easy to "forget" that he was uncouth in his Playboy interview. Sorry, Jenn and Jess :(

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

I Stay Up Late for No Reason

The snow is becoming fiercer with every minute. Sure, it's pretty, but like many pretty things, it's a pain in the ass. While I took the subway to school, I managed to spill coffee on my tights, which, combined with the remnants of snow, gave me awkward light brown circles on my knees.


(Snow on campus! I love that bold, powerful Athena is the symbol for Columbia.)

But before that, I rolled into work submerged in white flecks, only to go back out within ten minutes to proudly perform a coffee run that would make interns everywhere proud. I'm becoming one of those people who need their caffeine kick to make it to lunchtime. I think all these high powered journalists are rubbing off on me too well. (Top 5 drinks: Coffee with cream and sugar, Chai Tea Latte, Cinnamon Dolce Latte, White Chocolate Mocha, Caramel Apple Spice)

AH. Must. Stop. Giving. Starbucks. So. Much. Business.

Of course, I wouldn't need to depend on any substances if I had gotten the proper amount of sleep last night (but who really does?). I was too busy doing valuable things, like deciding which red dress was my favorite from the delicious link Ameya sent me:



I LOVE red, LOVE one shoulder dresses, and LOVE Kim Kardashian (yes, I still don't understand why exactly she is a celebrity, but she worked the dress)


Conversation with Mommy Dave:

Mommy: "I missed you a lot today."
Me: "Really? Why?"
Mommy: "I was listening to that song on the radio you got me into."
Me: "What song?"
Mommy: "Gaa gaa oooh la la. Raw Raw ooh ba ba."
Me: "Are you trying to sing Lady Gaga?"
Mommy: "Yes!! That one! I was going to say Miss Haha, but that didn't sound right."

P.S. Still don't understand Google Buzz; I just feel like I can creepily eavesdrop on others' conversations
P.P.S. Hair (shampooing, drying) adds an irking 30-45 minutes into my daily getting ready routine.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Checklists, Change, and Chocolate!

Happy Valentines Day!!

Today, I curl up in my blindingly pink Oxford hoodie with a bag of Dove chocolates and my faithful computer. Today, I push my feet into fluffy socks and let them forget what the thermometer says. Today, I count down the days till I can see Valentines Day even though it got terrible reviews.

This past Friday at the Gita discussion, we dove into the idea of having a spiritual relationship. We discussed the "essential checklist of qualities" many people have when assessing whether or not someone is date-able. Usually, traits like "attractive", "intelligent", and "sense of humor" top these lists as rigid foundations which cannot be compromised. However, we rarely think of how a person will make us grow spiritually. Will they nurture us? Support us? Put us at ease?

My relationship with NYC feels oddly spiritual and selfless. It gives me so much and expects nothing back. Every molecule of my body feels brought to life. Even the biting weather, which penetrates all of my carefully planned layers, doesn't bother me the way it should. Each day, I walk to and from the subway, passing men with inappropriate cat calls, a musical bum whom I cannot resist tipping, too many Dunkin Donuts, seas of yellow taxi cabs, and dozens of eager, small businesses.

I love that people come here embracing nothing but dreams, and that those dreams come in an infinite number of forms. I love strolling next to a burly, intimidating man and then hearing a sliver of N'Sync's "This I Promise You" radiating from his iPod. I love that girls wear tights as though they are pants (I've jumped on that bandwagon.) I love that the courageous Mariachi band members come in my subway cart and extend their black felt hats out at the end for change. What can be said about flowing bodies of water can be said about New York:


"What I love most about rivers is
You can't step in the same river twice
The water's always changing
Always flowing"

Pocahontas "Just Around the Riverbend"


Current NYC favorite: Max Brenner. I went to a fabulous breakfast with Anishi and Meghna (actually, all three of us ordered the "Lazy Breakfast") and cannot wait to go back for brunch, dinner, and dessert!! We also got different hot chocolates, which came in fancy-but-not-functional mugs.
Cheers to drinking 600 calories at once!!!! (We started burning them off at the 2 story Forever 21 in Union Square.)



XOXO

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Living in the Present

On Sunday, I was able to attend a lecture at the Ganesh mandhir in Queens. It was conducted by two monks (who were pinch-my-cheeks adorable; not sure if it's okay to call a monk that, but the people I was with agreed). They would intermittently ask rhetorical questions to the rest of us and, among others, this one struck me:

"How many of us walk down the street without walking down the street?"


At first, I thought he meant, how many of us envision walking down the street but never get around to it. Then, he began to explain:

"I walk down the street with my iPod"----> For some reason, I don't picture monks with iPods; but hey, it only adds to his cuteness. (He's got a massive grin on his face which doesn't hurt, either.)

"And I realize that I am thinking about where I just came from or where I am about to go or a conflict I had with someone. I'm not really focused on the fact that I am walking down a street."

I thought about how I walk around 2ish miles a day and rarely soak in what's around me. If I had to honestly list the top three residents of my mind during a walk, they would probably be 1.) Ipod 2.) Impending, unfinished work 3.) People (a succinct way to say drama).

"You see, the past does not exist. Neither does the future. Both are figments of our mind. The only thing that is real is the present and by focusing on the present, we enrich the quality of our daily lives."

How crazy is it that I make things which truly do not exist such a HUGE part of my life? Yes, I overthink my way into and out of everything, but this is allowing me to bestow power on things that should be nullified for the most part.

He ended the lecture about a point on how our culture has evolved into a "look busy" culture. Whether it is taking out the Blackberry during a free moment or browsing and refreshing Facebook pages, we are always striving to be "occupied", even if what we are doing in those few seconds/minutes is essentially useless.

I sauntered to my first Hindustani music class with my iPod off and my awareness on.

To twist the words of the great Robert Frost, I realized I was traveling the road very much traveled by and that has made all the difference :)