trailer parks and interviews

in case you are wondering, this is what a trailer park looks like according to new yorkers:





okay, so i still haven't really taken any pictures. truth is, i've shelled myself up in my apt for the past 3 days to finish some pressing dish magazine stories.

yesterday, however, i couldn't take it anymore. i had to get out. so i ventured over to times square. if you are lonely, here's a word of advice: don't go to times square. i'm sure anyone could have told you that, but i thought brushing up against strangers (like regina encourages us to do) was a viable option. the only brushing i did was to escape their clutches. i spent well over $100 (shopping is a bad idea if you are lonely too), and was treated rather rudely. in this great adventure, i realized something. everyone i've met is "aspiring" - aspiring actors, directors, writers (god save their souls), journalists, comedians, etc. at what point did any of these people give up their dreams to become taxi drivers, subway drivers, waiters and waitresses? if las vegas wasn't built on winning, new york was definitely not built on people realizing their dreams. however, there seems to be hope in all of this. even though i've been here for an extremely short while, i've already heard about a number of people who have "made it."

speaking of realizing our dreams...


this is the chair i sat in for an hour while i tried to realize mine. what is mine, you ask? to get a job. a real job. i interviewed at the museum of the moving image today, and showed up 45 minutes before the guy interviewing me did. there was a terrible storm last night and all the subways were down (seriously, that's crazy to me), so i left early for my interview. trust me. that chair is not comfortable and definitely left triangle imprints all over the ass of my new dress.

at least when i made the comment that those chairs were slightly ridiculous, he laughed a lot and agreed. i could have potentially offended him, i guess.