put me in a hammock

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There is nothing in the world that I would rather be doing right now than laying in a hammock on a beach. Right now the weather is pathetic for a summer season (please see previous post or talk to anyone who knows me for my feelings on that topic) and I am corraled in the underworld aka my 1/4 cubicle with not even a hint of a window. A hammock on the shore would be heavenly, add in a cabana boy, a refreshing cocktail, and a good book that would be nirvana.

There is something familiar and comforting about a hammock. The way you feel hugged by the cotton netting just tight enough to feel secure and the odd familiarity you have gently rocking as if you were back in your bassinet. Letting everything pass over you like waves, never lingering too long as to create dread or worry.

You are able to just be, and lay in your hammock.

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Summer... the lost season?

Last year when I moved to the city I had a first hand experience with New York's notorious brutal weather. After strolling languidly around my neighborhood with sweat pooling in various crevasses, I would lay on my hardwood floor directly below my AC to try and lower my internal body temperature, but there was no relief. Despite my vocalized contempt for the humidity and the heat, I felt this secret bond with New York citizens who were long gone. I picture myself running through the spraying fire hydrants, sitting on stoops fanning myself with a NYT, and walking to the corner deli to get a delicious icy treat.

Well that was last summer, this year summer has gone missing and has no signs of returning for at least another 10 months. Winter overstayed its welcome and sent summer running for the hills. This summer has been filled with perpetual rain and windy and gray skies, where have my heat filled nights, and blue skied days gone?

Weegee (Arthur Fellig), "Summer, Lower East Side" (1937)

Sea Glass

http://www.terrifarley.com/2009/02/i-love-sea-glass.html

http://www.naturalseaglass.com/

http://quovadisblog.com/2009/01/13/sea-glass/

I love me some statement rings

For a while now it has been popular to wear an obscenely large statement ring, and for even longer I have been dying to buy one. Finally this past week I bought myself a large wooden ring with a cream flower on top. To say that I am obsessed would be an understatement. Here are a few other rings I have recently been coveting (though none of them remotely resemble my ring).

nymag.com

www.jcrew.com

Vinader Stacking semi-precious rings

net-a-porter.com

Diamante She Wolf Ring

fredflare.com

Best View in NYC

I know that this is a very BOLD statement, but the view from The Frying Pan Bar is the best that I have ever seen. The bar actually consists of a few old ships that have been tethered together at the end of the dock next to Chelsea Piers.

http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/tag/boating/

Not only is the atmosphere energizing yet relaxed, it is a place where all NYC residents can hob-nob without pretension. I know that the picture above is not the amazing view that I boast about, but don't you want to go see for yourself now?

Rocky Mountain High

This weekend I was lucky enough to go back to go back to my home state of Colorado. I don't think that during my time in New York I have really thought about how much I missed it. The small differences like having genuine eye contact with people and exchanging hello's on the side walk really add up in a day. For all of the benefits that NYC has it definitely lack of genuine human interaction. No wonder people become hardened by this city.

www.rockiesguide.com

Country vs. The City

www.kwaree.com/blog/tag/dirt-road/

www.theknot.com/

I have always considered myself a city girl because of my relative proximity to the capital of my home state. But as I grow older i wonder if I would be happier in the country. This past weekend I went up to the middle of nowhere Connecticut and did nothing and had the best time. I think that my euphoria only came from the complete 180 the weekend represented to my life. Yet, I still think that even if I were working full time (doing heaven knows what) in the country I would not ever reach the levels of stress that I experience of life in the city.

As they always say, the grass is greener.

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Tony Cenicola/The New York Times