Blodging Already??

Ah yes, I am. Because it's 10:43 am here in the intern pit, I'm the only one sitting here, sports talk radio is on, clips are done, and everyone in PR is at the training center in Terrytown for the pre-draft workouts. I'm jealous. Yesterday I ended up getting to write a press release for the Knicks City Dancers audition saga. I don't have a way of posting it on here as of now, but I may be able to figure it out eventually. I could copy and paste it, but there was a lot of formatting involved so I'm not even going to bother. This morning I assembled the e-clips which is basically the computerized version of the hard copy clips that we distribute throughout the office every morning. I hadn't used bookmarking and within-document hyperlinking since middle school computer class so it was a nice refresher. A little tedious though... lots of copying and pasting. I need to start bringing my camera to work so I can show you all what my workspace and such looks like, but at the same time I don't want to be the sketchball intern who photographs everything she sees... actually. yes I do.

As promised though, I'd like to talk a little about something that is not related to work, but is related to my experience here in NYC. Yesterday evening I went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Annex museum. It was pretty cool to see original documents and articles of clothing. I was absolutely star-struck at the sight of the working copies of Michael Jackson's Bille Jean, Simon and Garfunkel's The Boxer, Madonna's Express Yourself, Billy Joel's Movin' Out. Yet, it wasn't until the long-awaited John Lennon Exhibit that I felt truly connected to what I was seeing. Yoko Ono contributed a lot of Lennon's items and belongings and historical documents so that the people of NYC, the city that Lennon adopted as home, could appreciate the reality of the larger than life music revolutionary. I was floored by everything about the exhibit. His words were projected onto the walls. His writing was on display. I learned that an obsession with peace and forgiveness is not the only thing that Lennon and I share. He loved collaging, he loved writing, he loved having meaning. The photography was captivating, as was the way that the museum had a wireless device that played music pertinent to what you were looking at as you went through the exhibit. I think the freak-out moment for me was when I stood in front of the last piece of the exhibit. It was a large canvas asking people to sign if they are in support of stricter gun laws. Next to the canvas as a brown paper bag with red ink-like stains on it. I read the little card next to the bag only to find that I was staring at the very bag of clothing that the police gave to Yoko Ono after John Lennon was murdered. Still stained in blood, the bag contained all that was on his person at the time of his murder. There was also a photograph on display that promoted stricter gun laws.. this photograph, as pictured here, was taken by Yoko Ono and shows Lennon's blood-smeared sunglasses looking out into Central Park. Breath-taking photograph in honor of a breath-taking man who made breath-taking music, but had his breath taken away far too violently and far too soon.