Working Woman!

That's me! The Working Woman! I'm sure there are plenty of other women who work more than I do in New York, but I got another part-time job! I just started working at a Barnes & Noble in midtown. Yup, I'm learning how to make lots of coffee. I'm still getting trained, but I like it so far. Mostly, I'm excited that my weeks no longer consist of just looking for jobs! It's a good feeling to be busy.

Let's see, oh! I went to a poetry festival last weekend! I figured that it might be a good way to do a bit more networking since I knew that some small presses would be there. The poetry festival was on Governors Island. And the ferry is free on Saturdays! I am all about the free stuff!

And how is that for a view of Manhattan? Governors Island is way closer than I thought it was going to be. And it's so green! I think I saw two pretty big playgrounds. Little-kid-me would have been in playground heaven. I think there's a hammock garden there too, but I didn't see it! That sounds like the perfect playground for adults. I'll go back before too long and lounge in the sun.

The poetry festival was in this little area with three different stages, a group of food trucks, and a random typewriter in a booth.

The typewriter was a part of "The Typewriter Project." It was just sitting there for anyone to come and type on it, so I did. It was kind of fun. I think the guy who went after me must have been some big poetry hot-shot because nobody was around the booth while I was there. Then when this other guy gets in, like ten people crowded around and tried to shake his hand. Granted, they could have all been congratulating him on his crazy hat, or expressing their thanks that he showered that day (I did too by the way), so I guess it's still a mystery.

I started wondering about what makes a poem a poem. Maybe it's kind of childish, but I really like rhymes and rhythms in poetry. I might have missed something vital while listening to these poems, but I didn't hear any rhyme or meter. And nobody snapped! What? They all clapped at the end, like the polite golfer clap after someone's just hit the ball onto the green. Maybe it's just the progressiveness of New York--snapping was yesterday's thing. But I did enjoy/understand some of the poems.

Also, I seem to have some maturing to do since I still find stuff like this funny:

There's a glare on the poster, so it might be a little hard to see, but I love what a little marker can do. Bam--vampire friend. It reminded me of when Jesse and I used to draw mustaches and moles and eye patches on the people in programs. It is kind of funny though, right? The more I look at it, the funnier it gets. Just look at it one more time, you'll see what I mean.

Oh, and I found a place to live in September! I'll be moving to a nice little apartment on the Upper West Side. It's going to be much closer to work. And maybe I can go running in Central Park!! Also, I just killed a mosquito before it ate me. I'm in a pretty good mood.