“2011 was also the rise of music producer Skrillex,” Facebook notes. “Although Skrillex has been around for years, his 2011 tour, a collaboration with Korn, and record label launch prompted a 76-fold increase in the number of people mentioning him in their status updates on Facebook.”
It’s a beautiful day here in NYC as I sit in my un-air-conditioned dorm room with 3 fans cooking up a gourmet environment with only hot and stagnant air as ingredients.
What have I been doing up here in the city for the past month? A collection of things really…
1) Loving my job. Although it could sound facetious, it’s connotation is anything but. The team is full of good people, the work is constant, and I’m learning. Not much more I could ask for. I even get to write on the Ogilvy Entertainment Blog every Tuesday.
2) Going to Brooklyn Museum. Went there this past Saturday for an Andy Warhol exhibit, not realizing that there’d be a block party outside — complete with over a thousand people, and 80s music and hip-hop.
3) Went on the Norwegian Epic for the Macy’s 4th of July event. Free food. Free drinks. Enrique Iglesias. All on a brand new 18 story cruise ship. Only disappointment was that Bieber was supposed to be there, but he was pre-taped instead. Not cool.
4) Living next to Greenwich Village. Home to the most fabulous individuals I’ve ever seen. Jorts. Patent leather. Dance-offs. Spats. Cross-dressers. The Works. It keeps things entertaining, but be careful, someone got jumped by a glitter gang last week.
5) Drinking Black Russians. Not as many as I’d like, but it’s become my new staple. Never had one before? Fail.
6) Being asked where I’m from. So I guess I have a Texas accent now, because following just one sentence, everyone questions it. At first I denied it, now I’m just beefin’ it up for theatrics.
7) Gazing dreaminly across the Brooklyn Bridge at the Manhattan skyline. Phenomenal.
8) Tighting. Been all over the city with old friends and new. Freeman and I were in Central Park for 5 hours a few days ago. Fleisch has been playing chess against random homeless guys in Union Square. Was up in the W hotel for Megan’s birthday. This city has been good to us.
“Get to airport at 6:30 in the morning, have to shift 15 pounds over to my carry-on, which causes the shoulder strap to break, only to realize that I shifted all my bathroom liquids, which now have to be thrown away. Then I orphan my watch after washing my hands. Here I come NYC.”—
I’ll be the minority when I say this, but boy was I glad to return to the US. Olathe, KS has never been so appreciated, and the time spent with my family wasn’t taken for granted. As a matter of fact, nothing was being taken for granted — air conditioning, private space, backyards, comfortable couches, tacos, and cream soda.
I’d never realized how much I loved my home. I’m not saying that what I/the people in Spain have isn’t good; what I’m saying is that it’s just not the same. I’m from the Midwestern United States, and that culture will never leave me. I’m glad to have been exposed to others, but it reality it just cemented what makes me who I am.
Although I’ll admit, I now have a certain disdain for the States. We do a lot wrong, but only a few care to even recognize our faults. We’re very proud, which is a good thing, but the absence of criticism is an issue.
The best thing thing about Spain was simple: learning. I took an array of knowledge back with me that I never would have obtained back at TCU. For the first time in my life, I now want to learn — Economics in particular. Globalization is my current subject of interest, that and the elitists. Both are absolutely fascinating; both are absolutely frightening.
Sipping Cruzcampo by the river will also be dearly missed, along with a few special individuals who I met along the way.
“Dumpy guys in cowboy boots with fake blondes wearing True Religions. A gift shop full of beef seasoning. A beagle sniffing your bags for drugs wearing a vest that says “Protecting American Agriculture”. Welcome to DFW airport.”—The worst first impression for foreigners entering the United States. Sorry Texas, you make it look as if we’re all part of the cast of Walker, Texas Ranger.
That’s right ladies and gentlemen. I am once again residing in the great States of America — I’ll ignore its faults for the next 15 minutes or so — and it feels good.
While others’ statuses reflect their mourning in leaving the great city of Sevilla, I’m not mad about it. In fact, I’ve never been happier to be at home in Olathe. Seriously. That’s not because Sevilla wasn’t a great experience, because oh heavens I learned more there about myself and the world than I have in the past 20 years. But my job was done there.
I did what I’d wanted to do. Live there for a semester, see what it was like. Learn a thing or two. Travel a place or two…or ten. And attempt to make myself move slower, which obviously didn’t work, it just merely up’d my tolerance for torture.
But there’s just nothing like home. There’s nothing like air conditioning. Or personal space. Or home-cooked food. NOTHING!
I lived without all these things for four months, and I realized that I didn’t need them, nor just about anything else that I previously thought were necessities. It’s all frivilous. We’re spoiled here. We have everything, yet all we do is bitch and moan. We focus on what we don’t have, rather than all that we do.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Cliché. But no one really believes it. And you can’t until you’ve been without it. And once you live without it, you realize how great life is, and how much you should kiss your parents for doing the work for you to live a better life.
Nice hustle parents. Much appreciated. The home you made was the best welcome back gift anyone could ever give.
“Every morning in Africa, a Gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a Lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest Gazelle or it will starve to death. It doesn’t matter whether you are a Lion or a Gazelle… when the sun comes up, you’d better be running.”—
That pretty much sums it up. I had an awesome time. The Florence crew was a great host. The nightlife was top notch. I missed the entire week of school, hopefully which will all be excused. Either way, it was worth it. Now, I only have a week left in Sevilla until I head back to the States.
Jetsetted to Florence, Italy on Thursday morning — got my passport on pivot — to visit the one and only Ross Thomason, along with the rest of the TCU all-star cast in Florence.
And let me tell you, it is wonderful.
He lives 100 yards away from the Duomo with a rooftop patio that overlooks the city. Another example of the hard knock life us study-abroad students live. We’ve done absolutely nothing touristy, a mutual agreement, as in honesty, I don’t care about the history of Florence, I just want to see what life is like for them. So, we’ve done just that.
Gelato, make-you-own-sandwich place, dinner parties, invisibles, dragoons, and an acquired love of alcoholic grape juice later, I felt as though I’d lived Study Abroad In Florence.
So off to the airport I fled, boarding a train to Bologna at 1:30 in the morning for two hours, followed by a two hour nap alongside my new homeless friends in the station, then a 20 minute bus ride to the airport, for an hour wait until boarding, topped off by the flight being cancelled halfway through the boarding process.
I stand there. No, it can’t be. There’s no way. You’re not telling me that…he’s back? WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
That’s right. After I had drop-kicked him back into the fiery depths over Feria break, the Icelandic Volcano has returned in a hot mess of vengeance and prevented me from flying back to the city that will never leave me: Sevilla.
What now? Well, I had Ross book me a flight for Tuesday morning while I boarded a train back to Florence. Worried? A bit. But in all honesty, I can’t say I’m mad about being here for a few more days, having an extended weekend with excused absenses from my classes the week before finals. The money? Nominal. The memories? Forever. If my flight doesn’t take off Tuesday…well let’s not talk about that just yet. Until then, I’ma just carpe diem, write my cine paper, read about globalization, and kick it with the good people of Florence.