Crouching Tiger, Sleeping Dragon

This weekend was a flurry of activity for me. First, I went to look at an amazing apartment complex in Long Island City. The complex is located right on the water and has some of the most amazing views I've ever seen. The place is literally like a retirement home for young professionals - they have a pool, barbecue areas, gyms, a screening room, game rooms, study rooms, kitchens and pool tables, and a slew of monthly activities. It's quite pricey and rather out of the way for me, but it's still something worth considering as it is somewhat of a mecca for young, successful people.

That evening I went to a concert. The main performer was Jon McLaughlin, and I have to say that though I don't really care to listen to his music on my iPod he is without a doubt one the most talented piano players I have ever heard. I would venture to say something similar about the opening band (Parachute VA) - while their EP is quite disappointing, their live set was full of energy and the lead singer has, like, a totally dreamy voice. Actually, I definitely enjoyed the opening band more than Jon McLaughlin - they were really excellent. Then again, poor Jon's set did get interrupted by multiple fire alarms so I may be judging him unfairly. (Ha, the fire alarms reminded me of the evacuation procedures at my school in France where everyone stood around and did absolutely nothing. Good call, New York - way to be safe.) There were two things I did find particular fun about this concert, the first being the covers that were performed (Moving Out by Billy Joel and Come Together by Aerosmith/The Beatles). The second was now that I know something about the guitar, watching the guitarists at work was about 10 times more intriguing than it normally is. I have a new-found appreciation for their capabilities!

This morning Emily and I were supposed to go to do some yoga in the MoMA - we even created our own special move after which this post is named - but when you are out until the wee hours of the morning (12:30 is practically an all-nighter for me) something's got to give. So instead, I found myself digging FHFs (Foreign Hair Follicles), twine and rubber bands out of our bath tub drain (I don't even want to know what the previous tenants used the tub for). This task was quite literally nauseating, so the lesson I have learned is that yoga should always take precedence over the cleaning of the apartment.

This afternoon and evening I successfully avoided the entirety of the Super Bowl (except for the 30 second briefing my roommate gave me on the competing teams). Instead I went to Target and bought a new frying pan. While there I walked past a huge box of Goldfish, and since it was on sale I decided to reacquaint myself with my beloved crunchy golden crackers. Since I am trying to be healthy, though, I bought the whole grain kind (let me live in my disillusioned world - I like it here).