Seen in New York

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

In honor of my one year anniversary living in the city of New York, I thought I'd share a bit of what I saw out and about in the city today.  I mean, can't make this stuff up people.

Woman dressed as a cat leading a sing-a-long for children in Bryant Park.

Man doing yoga in his underwear.  Yep.

Tourists taking pictures of all the "real" New Yorkers doing yoga in the park.  You'd think it was the Olympics.  If you look real close, you can see me in these two pictures.  It'll be like {the ivy project} version of Where's Waldo. Don't you love it when I throw in a little game?  (hint: black leggings, gray and purple tank top)

Camera crew filming my sorry little attempt at graceful yoga.  As it turns out, it was a Hispanic morning talk show.  So just for fun, here's the video.  No, I didn't make the cut.  No, I have no clue what they are saying.  But come on's funny.

Woman attempting to steal a book from the New York Public Library.  She got caught.

Guy (either a homeless man or an NYU student or both) pretending to sleep in Union Square with a sign that read, "Looking for a woman to support me." Given that he was outside of a shoe store, boy wasn't really making much money from all the women buying shoes on their lunch hour.

MTV-style beach party in Union Square.  Bikinis and beach balls and wet t-shirts and all.  Just like Spring Break.

Three broken-down subways.  Unfortunately, I happened to be on all three.

So that's it people.  Just another day in Manhattan.  Can you believe it's been an entire year?  Guess I'm legit now.

Going For The Gold

Monday, July 30, 2012

Here are some things I learned from the first three days of London 2012 Olympics.

1.  Moms are pretty important (even though some of them are a little "enthusiastic").

2.  Your chances of becoming an Olympian are significantly improved by the fact that your parents, grandparents, siblings, next door neighbor, etc. were Olympians.

3.  It's not ok to just be the best...because someone else will sneak by and be better.

4.  Oklahoma City's Oklahoma River really is the best for Olympic hopeful training (nice shout out during this morning's rowing competition).  Love the OKC love.

5.  The Queen is a pretty funny lady when she wants to be.

6.  Sometimes it is ok to blame someone when they trip you or make you crash your bike.

7.  Missing a major door/gate/chance in life could lead to a major setback.  (sidenote: that whole kayak on the rapids through those tiny little gates sport looks just awful).

8.  Speed Walking.

9.  You can pretty much make anything a sport, as long as there are rules and a winner.  I could totally take gold if there was an obstacle speed walking course staged in Times Square on a Friday night right before curtain for Broadway shows.

10.  Like Whitney said...all you really need is one moment in time.

French Cafe

Saturday, July 28, 2012

I told myself I wasn't going to do it.  And then I told myself I wasn't going to eat the whole thing.  But clearly that was all a lie. 

World, meet Levain Bakery.  Also known as the reason I purchased the spin bike from the previous post.  Also known as the home of the world's most perfect chocolate chip cookie.  

Seriously, how do you even begin to resist that cookie?  Let me tell you don't.  For the record, that picture is only half of a cookie, which is slightly larger than my whole entire fist.  Perfectly crispy on the outside, still warm and gooey on the inside.  Chocolate chip walnut.  Worth every minute standing in line at 74th and Amsterdam.  Oh people.

They say that living in New York has its know, all the things I can't name on my blog, because the Baptists are big readers of {the ivy project}.  But if this is the worst of it, I'm probably doing just fine.  And don't worry...I spent an hour on that new spin bike AND walked the three miles home from the bakery.  Cookie doesn't even count.

What Doesn't Kill You

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Of all the things I've accomplished in my life (and let's face it, I'm pretty impressive), today might take the cake.  I didn't think I could do it, that this one was just too difficult to do alone.  But you know me...that's how the best stories always start.  Didn't think I could get into Columbia.  Didn't think I'd really be able to make it in New York.  You know how it goes.

Here is what I did.  

I turned this...

Into this...

All by my pretty little self.  I turned this box the size of my dresser into a fully functioning spin bike.  And for the record, that bike weighs 121 pounds, and I weigh...well, not very much more than the spin bike.  I used a wrench and everything.  Be amazed.  I really am that strong.  Of course, by the time I wrestled with that box and styrofoam (yes, I wrestled with styrofoam) I was too tired to actually exercise.  I just wanted to see if I could do it.  

But people, New Yorkers can do anything.

Now if only my brother-in-law hadn't bet me that I couldn't get into Harvard Law.  But that's really a whole different issue for a day very far from today.

The Manhattan Project

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Sometimes I see stuff like this and I think to is it even remotely possible that I live here?

The Manhattan Project HD1080P from Cameron Michael on Vimeo.

Could Have Been A Jayhawk

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Isn't it funny how one tiny little decision a dozen years ago could have changed everything?  Don't you just sometimes wonder what life would be like if you did one thing different a really long time ago?  

Twelve years ago, The Chief drove a 16-year-old me and 12-year-old Baby Sister to Lawrence, Kansas for my very first official college visit to the University of Kansas.  I was maybe going to go to journalism school.  But Baylor University is impossible to resist, and I will never, ever for a minute regret the six years I spent in Waco, Texas.  In a lot of ways, Baylor feels more like home than anywhere else on the planet.  It's my place, and it became my family's place.  Baylor captured my family in a way that no one would have expected...a few more degrees among us and a dozen years later, it's just impossible to imagine us without Baylor.  But what if I chose differently?

Baby Sister recently married a KU Jayhawk.  Since she loves him and we love him, the Jayhawks are slowly becoming part of our lives.  Now, since I'm kind of a higher ed nerd, it should come as no surprise that I still love college visits.  So The Chief and I took a road trip to see the newlyweds, and the newlyweds took us on a road trip of their own.  Next stop: Lawrence.  (Sidenote: Kansas has a lot of fields.  And cows.  And sky.  And other things not seen in New York City.)

Oh hey, remember that time we decided it was a great idea to sneak onto the basketball court at Allen Fieldhouse, home of the University of Kansas Jayhawks?  Pretty sure we probably weren't supposed to do that.  

After the slightly unauthorized tour, Just Matt took the girls on the official Canfield family tour of Allen Fieldhouse.  He was really super excited.  Possibly the best day of his life since he married my sister.  Big deal people.  Big deal.

Testing our wingspan in the interactive museum.  Clearly, Just Matt won...

 Compared foot and hand size to famous KU athletes.  Pretty sure Just Matt won those games too...

Pointing out the third most important person in the museum...Just Matt's uncle.  He played some ball awhile back...

Of course, we had to pay our respects at the historic tribute to the basketball court...

After stopping to take in the epic experience that was Allen Fieldhouse (no really, we actually stopped to reflect on what had just happened in our lives), we took a little drive around KU's beautiful campus.  We would have walked, but well, there's a really big hill and it was 106 degrees.  Afterward, Just Matt took us to The Wheel, his favorite pre-game restaurant.  Think Eskimo Joes, Lawrence-style.  Turns out they were closed prepping for a Tri Delt reunion.  But then somehow we met the owner, so obviously he decided he liked us and welcomed us in for a private lunch.  Well played Just Matt...well played.

After a little shopping on Mass Street, the 106 degrees got the better of us.  Good thing we had a boy to drive us home to Wichita.  More shopping and eating later, we finally went back to Baby Sister and Just Matt's house for family game night.  Yes, we are a family game night kind of family now.  Puppy really wanted to play the game too...

So I guess all that's left is to fulfill Just Matt's dream of me being president (or "assistant president") at the University of Kansas.  Just give me a few more years on that one, ok?  (But if you happen to know someone at KU or just about anywhere who wants to give me a job next year when I finish my doctorate coursework, please tell them how awesome I am.)

Chief and Chief

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Since it's my absolute favorite holiday, The Chief and I were discussing all things patriotic.  I mean, not really...we're watching A Capitol Fourth with our good friends Matthew Broderick and Kelli O'Hara.  Which led us to discuss famous people we know and presidents and other patriotic things.  Which led me to an extensive YouTube/Google search for this historic archived footage...

This was at the dedication of the Oklahoma City National Memorial and Museum on the five-year anniversary of the bombing.  The Chief (my mom, not the Commander in Chief) is pretty much in the whole entire thing (immediately to the left of Bill Clinton).  She was in a 168-member choir to pay tribute to the 168 people killed in the bombing.  She shook Clinton's hand, so they're pretty much best friends now.  There is also another video of her with George W. Bush at the 10-year anniversary.

Here's the C-SPAN video of the full ceremony should you want to watch.  You probably don't.

So that's all.  The Chief is awesome.  Happy Katie's Favorite Holiday!

A Year In The Life

Monday, July 2, 2012

It's my birthday.  And I do love birthdays.  Those people who hate their birthday really kind of bother me, because birthdays are major, epic holidays in my family.  Get used to it friends.  Big.  Freaking.  Deal.  And yes, it is a big one, because it's the one before the big one.  Or as I like to think, the first of many 29th birthdays.  So next year will be the first anniversary of my 29th birthday.  Love it. 

I've thought a lot about the last year.  It has been a game changer in many ways.  My surroundings  changed.  My life changed.  Our family changed.  And this is what my New Yorker self kept coming back to, because life in New York really is like a musical...

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee...
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife...
In 525,600 minutes...
How do you measure a year in the life?

So here goes...a year in the life.

1 Big City Apartment
24 Airplanes
1 Spectacular Wedding
12 Texas Layovers
6 Oklahoma Trips
9 Columbia Classes
1 High School Reunion
5 Empire State Building Visits
22 Ivy League Papers
1 Kansas Road Trip
15 Broadway Shows
10 Movies
7 Brooklyn Bridge Crossings
22 Visitors
5 Manhattan Snowy Days
1 New Job
15 Emergency Room Trips
24 Celebrity Sightings
2 New Family Members
1 New York Year

Kind of makes you wonder what the next one will bring.  I have high hopes for big things happening.  Surprises to enjoy.  Journeys to plan.  Life to live.

Baby Sister and I discussed lots of possibilities for bucket list adventures and 29 things for my 29th year.  Did you know that 29 is Baby Sister's favorite number?  Yep...sure is.  There were talks of 29 new restaurants and 29 Broadway shows and lots of other 29 things.  Suggestions are definitely welcome if you have great ideas for {the ivy project}.  But then I made that list...and I realized that 28 wasn't too shabby...and I just thought that 29 might be better lived without a list.

Because that's when life surprises you.