Had to fill a cavity in, which involved getting a shot of novocaine into the crook of my jaw. Fun. So, now I can’t open my mouth more than a half centimetre and half my tongue is all tingly. Before, my tonsils went numb. I really hate when they can’t shot the novocaine straight into the surrounding gums.
Time goes by so fast these days, it seems. I remember, as a kid, I used to complain so much that time never moved fast enough. My mom would often– and still does– warn me that once you reached a certain age it would fly by and that I would want those slow moving days back. She was right.
Today marks “the last day of summer” by American standards. It’s labor day, a day that is for rest. It is also the day to acknowledge that the time for rest is over (for most the end of June through today is considered “vacation time” in some form or another). Soon, kids will go back to school, and everyone will start gearing up towards the holidays– which starts earlier and earlier each year.
Today had such a lazy feeling to it. Hardly any customers came into my job today and those that did just were browsing– scurrying away as soon as you said “hello.” My co-workers are blaming the Labor Day weekend, and I could why. I c an only wonder if tomorrow will be the same.
As for what it is I am posting today, I can only call it an experiment. In the same vein as those “artsy” shots of pens on paper and what not, it is a magnifying glass hovering over my superior’s desk. (This is where I had my lunch today) I chose the day Sunday for obvious reasons. If you look hard into the reflection (between the start of the U and right before the barely visible Y) you can see me with my phone. Kinda…..
It was rather quiet in White Plains today, despite it being a Saturday. On my way to work around 11am, I noticed the amount of cars and people on the streets seemed to be half of what it normally is. It felt more like a Tuesday both out there and also at work.
This photo here isn’t my place of employment, unfortunately, but is one of the buildings I would love to work in. There are two others on Main St. that have garnered my attention as well, though for the life of me I can’t recall the names of them. One of them is across the street from this one (not on the side with the Galleria Mall) and the other is a block down towards the train station– the one with the statue of a man sitting on the steps with a brief case and the old recording equipment by Pace University.
Today I had an unexpected day off so mom and I went into the city to check out the Harry Potter exhibition over on W. 44th and to sell some things to the Book Off on W. 45th (which used to be on E. 41st). For those familiar with the city, you know that the exhibit location took us close to Time Square. Being the shutter but I am, I couldn’t resist getting a few shots of the area most people think of when they think of New York– other than the Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty (which is to my knowledge is closed for remodeling) or the former location of the Twin Towers. Ironically enough, this is only the second time I’ve been to Time Sq. myself, since my usual haunts are between E. 33rd and E.42 (excluding the newly moved Book Off).
It was beyond crowded today, though I’m guessing that was because of the holiday weekend coming up. Trying to navigate the crowds was like seeing how many walls you could walk into and not give up. It was a literal sea of people, surrounded on all sides by flashing neon.
There we met the Naked Cowboy, (Read more at http://www.nakedcowboy.com/) who is known to walk around there clad in not more than a pair of underwear (on the back of which is written “The Naked Cowboy” in blue and red paint), cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and his trusty guitar (which I learned has a cool cut out in which to place tips). He was a really nice guy who I really recommend meeting. I was able to have a picture taken with him– which I’m not posting here– before we found our way to the Discovery Museum for the exhibit.
Let me tell you, long line is LONG. The exhibit is closing up September 5th, so it seemed everyone and their mother (pun intended) was there. There was a line to get tickets (which we should have done online, though this was a bit of a spontaneous thing), a line to get in, a line to stand on once you got into the main hall, a line to go down the stairs, and a line to get into the damn exhibit. Everyone did seem to take it well though, which is the opposite of what New Yorkers are known for. Everyone was patient and no one tried to cut.
Once we got in, there was no photography allowed, much to my disappointment. However, it is understandable since the venue makes money on people visiting, but I still would have liked to go home with a picture of some of the robes and the recreation of Umbrige’s office (sans moving kitten plates of coase!)
After visiting the supermarket to pick up some rice porridge (which tastes great with sugar and maple syrup by the way) and an anko dessert from hokkaido, and then swinging back by my place of employment to visit a friend, I had to speed walk (in what my friend and I now refer to as the “bitch walk”) to the train.
By the station, via the “round cut” route (ie: a route where any and all corners are cut– essentually making it round) is an intersection and this building. I happened to like the way it looked during the dusk hours and snapped a quick pick while waiting for the light to change. (I then continued on my merry way) Again, this is White Plains and the weather is slightly cool.
Note: Tomorrow I will be able to take a picture of something not in White Plains. I am thinking of going to the city (Times Square area, actually) and hope to bring home some shots to share.
Whenever I see these kinds of clouds, I think “bathwater clouds,” so named because of their resembalance to the suds left over after all the bubbles have faded from a bath. That kind that floats on the top of the water, not really bubbles but not just soapy water either. Does anyone know what I mean?
These particular shots were taken while riding in the passenger’s side of my brother’s car. If I were to give a location, I would say Eastchester or somewhere near by. Maybe Tuckahoe? I’m not entirely sure where we were exactly other than Central Avenue (Rt. 100) by the diner on the hill.
Location: Rt. 100, approx. Eastchester or Tuckahoe
Weather: Warm, sunny, with a slight breeze