Tag Archives: New York

The story of Astoria

11 Sep

‘Are all the girls from Queens as tough as you?’ ‘The girls are.
The women will cut your liver when your head is turned and
polish it off with a nice chianti.’
— 2005 movie, “Love, Ludlow”

My street

I share an apartment with two roommates on the third floor of a three storey "family home" - each floor is a self-contained apartment. We're in the building with the black car parked outside!

My new home, Astoria in Queens, is the most ethnically diverse place I’ve ever lived in! I’ve only been here a week and I’m already fascinated by the diversity of people that live in this area and run businesses – the Chinese woman from the 99c store, the Mexican deli down the road, the numerous Greek restaurants. All I have to do is walk out of the door of the three-storey family home I currently reside in, and I have the option to eat Thai, Phillipino, Chinese, Vietnamese, Mexican, Greek and American food; visit an Irish bar; or browse through the well-stocked international aisle at the Bravo supermarket nearby.

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This is what tourists do …

4 Dec
Ice skating in Central Park - cold, but worth the numb lips and freezing hands. Worth every minute in fact!

Ice skating in Central Park - cold, but worth the numb lips and freezing hands. Worth every minute in fact!

Before I embark on a telling of all the touristy things I’ve been doing in the last two weeks, let me first (strategically) point you to my recently updated “Portfolio” where you can read some (not all) of the stories I’ve done since I arrived here in August – just to prove that I also work pretty hard!

The last two weeks have actually been pretty crazy, and I’m not sure exactly how I’ve managed to fit it all in. With the last stories / essays being reported / handed in, Thanksgiving, mom and dad here … it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster. Now, my second last story is due tomorrow and all I have to work on after that is a book review, a rewrite and … the dreaded, 5 000 word feature article (A.K.A THE MASTER’S PROJECT – sounds like a good name for a hip hop CD.) Then, the Spring semester begins…

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one night in new york

30 Aug
Looking out from the "Frying Pan" at Riverside Boulevard towards Manhattan

Looking out from the "Frying Pan" at Riverside Boulevard towards Manhattan

Friday and Saturday night: the two nights of the week that J-schoolers ENSURE that they are out and about, stalking the streets of New York in an effort to keep the madness away.

For most, it’s been a rough day after a rough night. I was up until about 3am doing a story on Brooklyn residents watching Obama’s acceptance speech at Cafe Shanes in Crown Heights. With the story filed at around 2am (written in the subway and typed at a phenomenal speed), Friday has hit me at full force.  But after an extended nap I am ready to head out again … another New York nights stretches out in front of us …

And this is how it goes …

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what i have learnt so far

18 Aug
Franz, Alison, Jax and Katya strike a pose at the Dean's Reception

Franz, Alison, Jax and Katya strike a pose at the Dean's Reception

It’s 2am at the Beauty Bar in East Village, and I’m contemplating getting my nails done for $10 at the manicurist’s table next to the bar – it will include a free drink, which almost makes it impossible to resist. But the pull of the dancefloor brings me to my senses and all too soon it’s time to head off home, packed in a taxi with the Germans and Luis, home to my teensy little room and our 9th floor terrace that looks over the world.

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home sweet … room?

5 Aug

Two trains, one bus ride, one taxi ride, two planes and almost 24 hours in transit later, I arrived in New York at about 8pm local time last night (2am Swiss time, which I am still on). Driving over Brooklyn Bridge with a craaaazzzyyy taxi driver, I couldn’t help laughing and feeling a thrill inside (or was that actually a shot of adrenalin caused by the thought of impending death by taxi crash?)

The thrill soon dissapated as the jet lag really set in – I am still feeling it now, a day later – a feeling that somehow, your body and mind are literally dragging behind you in another time zone.

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