its evening one of my first trip to nyc. i’m in town for the national college media convention, where i’ll be working at the booth and doing some filming. i’m staying in a hotel a few blocks from times square (which is at once both the smallest an most expensive room i’ve ever stayed in. it reminds me of the old 97′s song ‘broadway’ – “In a hotel room that costs as much as my apartment/ i can watch the working class go down”) right now i’m dressed in all black (as i’m told is the only way to attire oneself in manhatten) and contemplating whethor or not i should leave my room and go venture around the city.

goal #1 for stay in new york city: see woody allen.