Posts Tagged ‘New York City’
The following reflection won’t give away any of “This Columbia Life”‘s material, its just to reflect on the wonderful and weird things I learned about my fellow Columbians three weeks short of graduating!
This past Thursday, WKCR hosted a live story-telling event in Dodge 501 to kick off their broadcast series titled “This Columbia Life” (to air soon). The premise:
“Imagine you captured ‘Columbia’ in a jar — all the people, spaces, and things that populate your life as an undergraduate — and opened it up. What would [those stories] sound like?”
“This Columbia Life LIVE” brought together both active and passive listeners, drinks, cheese, story tellers and, most importantly, some awesome memories. I learned things my fellow Columbia students did that I never dreamed were possible. At times I laughed, felt awkward (in a good way) and cried. We all came together that night.
Things I Learned about Us:
1. We’ll do some pretty crazy things as a result of living in NYC
Let’s be honest. In NYC, everything is more complicated. Dating (satanist warning), apartment subletting (dead-cat warning) or even end-of-year move-out (creeper warning) can easily reach a whole other level of weird. The city simply demands more out of us than we thought was possible. The people we meet here are some of the most diverse and “interesting” people in the world. The packed living situation is among the most varied and demanding—requiring a degree of resourcefulness we thought only existed in Tom Sawyer. And the opportunities for stories there are limitless. More »
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How could I write a news article without first mentioning Super Bowl XLVIII? The Seahawks crushed the Broncos 43 to 8 in an incredibly disappointing game for both teams. Sure, the Seahawks won, and every Seattle fan has a right to be proud, but the game lacked the excitement that is the American tradition of the Super Bowl. Oh well, Peyton might have another chance to get his second ring next year.
Arguably the best aspect about last Sunday’s game (for anyone who isn’t a Seattle fan) was the comparatively warm weather. It was a balmy mid-40s in East Rutherford where the average low for this time of year tends to be 25. However, by Tuesday the snow was back. Bill de Blasio, the mayor of New York, recently held a press conference where he expressed his exasperation with the recent snowstorms. He opened the conference with “The snowstorm situation is really getting a little to common.” The past few storms have elicited a string of complaints of improper salting in various sections of New York. In contrast, Columbia saw complaints concerning the college’s preemptive salting: classes were not cancelled. More »
While many other colleges are hidden away in small town or suburbs, we at Columbia find ourselves in the City of New York—a.k.a. the Center of the Universe, the most famous city in America.
There are plenty of ways to amuse yourself during the day, but since New York is the city that never sleeps,what better time to explore than when the clock strikes midnight? Hit these locations and see for yourself what keeps New York running 24/7. Extra points on a school night.
1. Chelsea Piers
Bring a friend and go stare at the Statue of Liberty lighting up the water under a matte black sky. Unlike the Hudson River uptown, which is one of my favorite spots in the world, the Chelsea Piers have a lot of life around midnight, and tend to feel a bit more festive. Winter or summer, it’s worth going just to gaze out towards the blasting yellow lights of Jersey and feel like you’re on the edge of something new.
Brace yourselves, because midterm-season is rapidly approaching. As each day passes, Butler gets a little more crowded, and everyone campus looks a little less…put together. There is no better way to take a much-needed study break than watching some television.
All my life, I have been a wannabe nomad.
Technically, I am not a nomad—I have moved and traveled because of opportunities rather than from necessity.
But I love the idea of wandering, never being rooted to a specific place. I’m the pretentious cosmopolitan who, when asked, “Where are you from?” will answer, “It’s complicated.”
For the past few months, Cairo was my post-grad plan. I wanted to apply to a job there and immerse myself with everything it would bring (yes, even Tahrir Square protests).
Two weeks ago, I decided that as cool as Cairo was, I wasn’t ready for it to steal my heart away. To be a post-grad newbie and live in a foreign country where you don’t know how the game works is double trouble.
So I’m staying in New York, bitches.
Whenever I feel the teensiest regret for my decision, I remind myself of all the amazing things it means to be in the heart of this city.
In today’s paper, Thea Raymond-Sidel reports that elderly locals were treated to lunch and a show yesterday by local charity Morningside Village. Many of the seniors living in this area have been here for a long time—like Edith Taussig and Miriam Hurbitz, for example:
“I came here in 1949 as an immigrant, and some of my friends moved out of their apartment, and so I took it,” Taussig said. She lived in the same building until Columbia bought it.
Miriam Hurbitz, another guest at the luncheon, has lived in Morningside Heights for more than 60 years, and her husband taught at Columbia. She attended the luncheon with her volunteer, Charlotte, who “comes once a week and makes me go for a walk,” Hurbitz said.
These two, and many others in the area, have lived in the same New York neighborhood for more than half a century. What sort of changes would they have seen? We take a look at N.Y. life in 1949, after the jump! More »
This Tuesday, Spec published a piece about the growing effort in this neighborhood to get Morningside Heights recognized as a historic district by New York City’s Landmarks Preservation Commission. This is an issue that’s been on my mind for a while now, and not only because I’m in the middle of writing a Blue & White article on the subject. For the past few weeks, I’ve been delving into all sorts of information about the local drive to earn such recognition, partly out of duty and more so out of a budding personal interest.
The Morningside Heights Historic District Committee has been lobbying the city’s preservation for the better part of fifteen years now, though the efforts of its members have yet to bear fruit—which seems a bit strange to me, since the state’s Historic Preservation Office determined over two years ago that the neighborhood met both statewide and national criteria to be registered as a historic place. But New York City’s guidelines are far more nuanced. The LPC oversees all five boroughs, which makes prioritizing historic landmarks and districts a little complicated. More »
Ah, Mr. Sun—that glorious ball of light that fills us with warmth all summer long. Where I’m from one could normally depend on good weather to brighten up his or her day, but New York City is fickle (I direct your attention to last week’s bipolar weather). Hell The transition during fall can be pretty disheartening, so consider this your time to blow off school and soak up some rays. Here’s a list of things you should do before winter swallows up the sun forever: More »
One of the sadder things in the life of a college cinephile is having to watch film on a 13-inch computer screen—this, quite simply, is not how the medium was meant to be enjoyed, and I think I already need to see an optometrist about it. More »
This happens every winter: It snows a lot, some of the snow melts, and every street corner in New York becomes just completely ruined. I live way out in Harmony Hall, which means I’m climbing snow mountains and jumping over snow puddles—I’m literally jumping in the air—seven or eight times just to get to campus. Four times to get a bagel. I’m watching middle-aged business-type people in dress shoes ford snow rivers. I’m seeing school children trudge shin-deep through ice water. I feel for these people. And, you know, I feel for my feet, which are happiest when dry. More »