4.5 Hours. This is the amount of time I had to finally visit the city that I’d heard/watched/dreamed of all my 20 years of life: New York City. How many Woody Allen odes to this place had I seen? How many Nora Ephron romantic comedies have taken place in this crazy city of opportunity? After … Continue reading »
I spent my late Thursday evening into Friday’s morning glued to a screen. I was a few feet away from my friend who was also enveloped by his laptop, and the two of us spent 14 hours tracking the manhunt in Watertown, Massachusetts. It was all unfolding a short five miles from the apartment we … Continue reading »
Florida is a state where chads hang, Mickey Mouse lives, and people get their faces eaten off. East Coasters have a strange fascination with the sunshine state. Flights leave out of northern airports as frequently as the Shuttle trains in New York City, bringing the pasty and the overworked to the land of vitamin D. … Continue reading »
One big remark I have about my time in Madrid is the way the influence of American and British culture has been molded to create one uniquely Spanish. After forty years under fascist dictator Franco, Spain began opening itself back up to the world again in 1975. But it wasn’t really until 1978 that punk … Continue reading »
