Wednesday, October 1, 2008

about the jaywalker.


I started at NYU in 2007 and have been flouting New York City traffic laws ever since. In fact, I have gotten so used to ignoring traffic signals that whenever I go home to Washington, D.C., my mother insists on holding my hand when I cross the streeet.

I am now a sophomore majoring in economics and journalism. When I am not studying, I work once a week at the production desk of the Washington Square News, the school's daily newspaper.

Outside the NYU bubble, I enjoy fashion, music, food and real estate. I read the Sartorialist obsessively. The Brooklyn/Austin, TX band Ola Podrida has been playing on repeat on my iPod. And I want to brunch at a different restaurant every week (this Sunday was Marquet on 12th - fabulous French toast, FYI).

I am also an intern at a public relations firm in the Flatiron district. Which brings me to this blog.

This blog is about the Flatiron district. It is also part of an academic experiment being conducted by my journalism class. In this class, Reporting Downtown, each student picks a neighborhood beat to cover for the duration of the semester. But while this blog is technically an academic requirement, it is also much more that that. It is an exploration of one of New York's most vibrant and fascinating neighborhoods.

Whenever I go to a concert at the historic Blender Theater on East 23rd Street, sit under a tree in Madison Square Park that was planted with seeds from President James Madison's own plantation, or walk past the brownstones that were once so popular that the novelist Edith Wharton observed that it seemed like chocolate syrup had been poured over the whole city, I can't help but marvel at the mingling of old and new that so characterizes this unique neighborhood.

From the goings-on at the local community board to the 20th-and-Broadway street vendor's story, I hope to discover the news, the happenings, the people and the secrets of the Flatiron district - and to use this blog to share my discoveries with you.

I just hope a car doesn't hit me first.

1 comment:

Chinatown Treasures said...

Haha I love the imagery of your mom having to hold your hand when you cross the street in D.C. We totally disobey traffic signals here in NYC.