Every year I’ve lived in New York, I’ve routinely spent my last December night in the city in the same way—in front of the Big Tree. The Rockefeller Christmas Tree serves as a holiday magnet to millions from all over the world and I am unashamedly one of them. The idea of this tree and …
I never saw myself as someone who’d work in corporate America. I always figured I was far too bohemian for that; that I’d live the adventurous vagabond life of a gypsy artist. Then my school loans came due and into Corporate America I went. Oh I’m not miserable—this isn’t one of those stories of dreams …
I really like the way my hands look today. I’m aware that’s a strange thing to find appealing but I do—I think my hands look great today. It’s not something I set out to do, to make my hands look better today than yesterday, I just looked down at them this morning and boom, there …
I had nothing to do today so I decided to take myself to an afternoon movie. The theater I prefer isn’t near my apartment so it requires a trek downtown, a sacrifice I’m willing to make. It was the sort of summer day when the wafting scent of sun-warmed tar on the streets reminded me …
Yesterday, I got on the 1 train to head uptown to my apartment and much to the relief of my tired feet, a seat was available. The 1 train is the principle mode of transportation to the Upper West Side, so the evening rush hour commute is a burdensome one, heavy with people traffic. As …
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Ryan Brinson 