10 Things

Reasons that I love the city, all from the last 24 hours:
1) Church with black, white, male and female pastors. Amen.
2) Brownies and macaroons in the middle of time square (paired with awkward group games).
3) Mysterious Caribbean boat parties. Dj's with dreads. Reggae. Little girls dropping bombs.
4) Street yoga complete with a mat and clock. The woman was clearly not in her zen-place, which was made obvious when she opened one eye and watched us walk past.
5) Leftovers for the the third night in a row. With friends it's a family treat.
6) Gigantic old women wearing nothing but a thong-bikini and some feather boas. The bending over part was NOT a reason to love NYC...but definitely a reason to be more fascinated by it.
7) Pick up line: (While Brittany, Rachel and I were walking through a crowd of primarily black people) "SNOWBUNNIES! ALRIGHT SNOW BUNNIES! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
8) Man in a lime-green speedo tanning on the roof--complete with pelvic thrusting and awkward leg stretching.
9) The pressing need for hand sanitizer.
10) The "People with AIDS Plaza" actually exists.

He doesn't want to go, but I sure like it here.

As I write I am being serenaded by a group singing circle, led by guitar player with some pretty sweet (and powerful) pipes. Swap out their Bob Dylan for a little Chris Tomlin and you've created a nostalgic reenactment of my youth group beach trip days. Beautiful. I like Bob.

First day in the program. Rekindled feelings of being a college freshman with the 3 most repeated get-to-know-you-questions of all time: 1...what's your name? (I'm Jenna) 2...what school do you go to? 3...what major are you? (now replaced by..."what kind of work do you do?).

The lovely sub system is working out well for me. Thanks to my practice with Margaret in the spring time, I am now the subway "leader" amongst the few who followed me home. Until they realize that I'm only familiar with about, oh i donno, THREE actual stops, I'll be considered New York-smart. When they find out that I have NO sense of direction I'll be in trouble!!

NYC moment of the day (this is replacing the popular "pick up line of the day" from my Italy blog): As we are leaving the subway towards our Brooklyn home we hear screaming and crying from a 12 year old boy who is refusing to let go of the stairway pole. What is he screaming about??

"but i don't wannnnnna go to brooklynnnnn!!!!!!"

Begs the question...WHY?

Thank you, Melissa Beck.

Melissa did me a fat favor and took some pics of my most recent in-progress work. Check this baby out!


I've been working on this thing for so long that I nearly dropped it...but seeing this picture after not being around the piece for a few days has got me all hyped up to work on it. Too bad I won't even see it in the flesh until January. I'll have to let it stew.

(Materials: Fiberglass and resin...formerly an upholstered chair and junky tv.)

I leave for NYC in 3 days.........

Soap Locks

This piece had to be put to death because the soap yellowed and, worse, turned slimy/goopy/nasty. Not terrible for a piece produced hours before it was critiqued...but now I'm a bit bored of it. This pic is the only chance that it had at being semi-immortalized.