Bomb Scares and Stuff
I was forced to take another train yesterday as a result of the bomb scare at Union Square. This station is my home away from home away from home: one of the places I spend most of my time at various hours throughout the day. As long as it stays exciting. In more exciting NYC news, the frickin' MTA is about to strike.
I only live a few miles from school so I can walk. But it makes getting to all of the I-can't-believe-this-semester-is-over parties a little difficult. Speaking of the end of the semester, I have finally accepted the fact that I no longer sleep regular hours. I left NYU's library yesterday morning at four and then walked home for some reason. I needed the exercise, I guess.
I'm up against a wall with this paper with only momentary glimpses of intelligent thought. Momentary. So I've turned to merengue. Who knew I'd like merengue as much as I do. I'm going to be getting lessons from Renata (she's in my program) as well as Spanish lessons in addition to the Spanish class that I hope I can take next semester. I'll never make it to salsa (Nevin!) because I don't think my feet can move that fast. Merengue will work. Kim's sister goes to Sac. St. and I told her to tell her sister to hit the Monkey Bar for her 21st birthday. Then all of a sudden, my mind started thinking of Sacramento restaurants that I must patronize while I'm there (finances willing, of course).
They are as follows in no particular order: 1. Bernardo's for the calzone and ice cold Hefeweizen 2. Banderra's for the chicken and ice cold Hefeweizen 3. Streets of London for bangers and mash (and the waitresses) 4. Esquire Grill for the New York Steak and mashed potatoes (won't be able to afford this one but I think I just sense-memoried myself into satisfaction) Can you tell I only eat frozen dinners? I'm sure I'll think of more as my impending trip to Cali gets closer.
While doing some research for my paper I came across the Loving v. Virginia which was the state's attempt in the 1960s to make it illegal to marry a member of another race. This isn't surprising, especially since the image on the back of the Virginia quarter is slave ships. Check it out. My favorite line in the article is: "Virginia's law prohibits the activity when done to intimidate a person or group." Although I guess it is possible for people to go to the trouble to burn a cross to get off on the pretty light it makes.
They get till June to figure this out. Is it a form of free speech? As long as it doesn't intimidate anyone.
