my movie moment: bob marley chorus on the subway.

After a long and stressful work day, I left my client's apartment and headed straight back to Manhattan on the 5 train. About 2 or 3 stops in, these two men got on the train, set up 2 congas and a guitar in the middle of the car, and started shouting some things at the passengers. With the exception of the man across from me (who was far too excited), everyone rolled their eyes, looked away, continued their conversations with one another. Because I'm a fan of the conga (and other like percussion instruments), they kept my attention. The man across from me kept jittering and saying to his neighbor, "When are they going to stop talking and start playing?!?!?"

And finally they did.
As soon as they started, I couldn't help but smile -- and neither could the woman next to me or the couple across from her. Clearly, these men had chosen a very good song: Three Little Birds (the inspiration for this blog's title!).

By the end of the first verse, more than half the car was singing, humming, swaying, or tapping along. By the end of the chorus, everyone was grooving. One little boy even took a plastic maraca and played along. And as we hit the following stops it got more crowded but definitely more cheery. I swear when I say that people were smiling and laughing and singing, I really mean it was like a scene from a movie. I loved it.

At one point, the guitarist went around to grab the bills from people (he didn't even have to ask!). One woman just stepped on the train from the Wall Street stop and he said to her, "Excuse me, miss. You dropped something." She looked down and back up at him, confused and clearly unhappy with his presence. He smiled and said, "You dropped your smile! I saw it on the floor there and...there you go! It looks good on you. Don't lose that again, okay!" Haha, awesome.

Before they got off the train, they thanked New York and said, "Every little thing's gonna be alright, folks! Keep smiling and let's all try to make this world a better place with some love and happiness!"

Made. My. Day.

As Jay-Z said, "Rest in peace, Bob Marley."

cartwheeling it columbia style.

I was fortunate today in making good decisions, thus leading to a great day.

Fun times sitting at The Steps for hours with friends...soaking in the sun, the atmosphere, the people-watching, etc. And then another few hours cartwheeling (well, for me, learning to cartwheel...and for Beli, jumping/barreling/diving into people) on the lawn in front of Butler. Barefoot freedom!

(No pictures though, unfortunately...though Eric might have some footage on his camera of me plopping on the grass...)

Loved today. Gorgeous weather and awesome company.

zooey likes hoops too.

Thanks Priscilla for sending me this!

She & Him - In The Sun (HULA HOOPS AT 2:10!)

spring break to-do list:

1. Go to a museum.
2. See Mom, Dad, Dog.
3. Watch a bunch of movies and shows, including HIMYM and Entourage.
4. Bake yummy cupcakes with my lover KP to celebrate St. Patty's.
5. Hoop, hoop, hoop (with my lover KP)!

KP: im SO EXICTED
ive been staring at my hoop with a goofy grin on my face for the past 3 days
hahahaha
i found my soul mate


Mmmmhmmm!<3

my new apartment! not.

Most of you who know me know that I love looking at apartments in New York. While most people loathe the apartment-hunting process, I [relatively] enjoy it. I am a Craigslist addict. In my free time, I just look at listings and pictures (on Craigslist and on other real estate sites), judging and dreaming. I stalk the listings of various individual brokers, compare and contrast, bargain and bargain some more, etc.

Folks, I'd like to say that I have found THE apartment. It is gorgeous, it is unique enough, and it is...$25 million dollars.

Sad. Face.

It's not even Manhattan! It's DUMBO! But check out the pictures and you'll totally get where I am coming from:










(Pictures from CANOE)

Yum.

hearts all over the world tonight.

Actually, just SoHo. And more specifically Broadway from Houston down to Canal.










Houston to Prince (look for the one heart stamped on the Prada store, bt-dubs).

Battle wounds.




For more pictures and slightly more information, check out: Amalapropos or Newmindspace.

semester in sections to come.

This past semester I slacked in adequately updating this thing. Result? Several picture posts to come that show snippets of the past two months or so. Bear with me.

In other news, being on Long Island & spending time with Akio has been kind of nice. Minus the teething.

this is what i used to say.

(stolen from Shendi.)

From about the age of 8 until 15, this was my response without hesitation.

hula hooper: this is the stuff.

She's amazing! I want to be her.

Thanks, KP, for sending it to me! Love, love.

bouchon & sunny days.

Nothing like an afternoon stroll in the park with Nanette & her bag of Bouchon macarons.







We had Caramel and Fig. Mmm.

self-care.

Dear Columbia University,
Here is just one of many reasons why I get easily frustrated with you.


This is not self-care. In any way.

Let me show you what self-care is.


Discussing the foliage of the park & taking pictures with Julie.


Ducks. And fire-colored trees.


The view of the reservoir in Central Park at sunset (perfection, IMO).


Museums.


Hula hooping up and down the steps of Union Square as Cheeto dances on his bike.

Now you know better, CU.

x's & o's,
gabrielle.

ralph waldo emerson.

"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."

polina semionova.

dear sunny days,

please stay.



[weather is here, wish you were beautiful.]