the truth about wheat

No matter how many times in the past week alone I have screamed messages of hate/blamed New York City for stealing my soul, I love it. I love it because it is interesting and I love it because you never know what to expect and I love it because of the energy and the possibility that something exciting (or totally random, or both) can happen at any moment of any day.

Now, what the fuck is the "Urban Wheat Field Experience" ????

I didn't know either, until I was staring out the bus window the other day and saw a field of grass (but really, it was wheat) blowing in the wind in the middle of the South Street Seaport. I decided to grab my camera and investigate.


Apparently the exhibit served to educate us city-dwellers on the life of wheat ( their slogan is "from farm to fork"). I never really gave much thought to wheat before, and didn't know there were so many misconceptions about it.

If you'd like to learn the truth about wheat, you can visit the Wheat Foods Council, the sponsor of the project, 's website. *shrugs*

I guess you learn something new every day.

fireworks sound like explosions

Yesterday, I am sorry to say, I did not leave the dorm. The weather didn't look great, and I chose instead to bum around and avoid studying and clean and mope. I probably would have gone outside if I had known what was happening...

Who knew that the Indians threw a giant party/street fair in the South Street Seaport each year!?!? (Dancers performing during the Deepavali Festival yesterday at the South Street Seaport. The festival is a celebration of the triumph of good over evil. The event, sponsored by the Association of Indians in America, featured music, dance, crafts, food and fireworks. - the NY Times) Not I, certainly. Had I known, I wouldn't have been afraid when I heard the fireworks go off later that night... For about 20 minutes, I sat in my room listening to what sounded like mini-explosions. It was actually quite frightening. I texted my friends in the building to see what was going on, and one of them invited me over to a dinner party she was having. So I went. And unlike my lovely view of the parking lot, THAT room has two walls of windows and looks out onto the seaport itself. So I learned that no, we were not under attack, but the Indians sure know how to put on an amazing firework display. Working at a baseball stadium, I've been subjected to many, many firework shows over the years. And this one was the best one by far, although the way the sound echoes through the buildings and makes everything shake is still a little unnerving.

So I'm pretty bummed I missed out, as everyone knows I love a good street fair, and I guess I'll just have to remember to keep an eye (or an ear) out for it next year.