Look at this image. Is she turning clockwise or counterclockwise? If you focus enough, you may be able to see it either direction, but if your first instinct is clockwise, you are right-brained (creative) and conversely, seeing the dancer spin counterclockwise means you are left-brained (logical).
I’m apparently left-brained. One of the traits of these left-brained nerds is the burden, sorry- I mean tendency of being analytical. I have always known that I am an extremely analytical person. The fact I keep a blog, analyzing myself and daily activities, even writing here an analysis of my analyticity loudly argues the fact I am annoyingly and astonishingly analytical. And admiring alliteration. Always. Anyhow…
I have lately gotten stuck in a rut, thanks to my inability to stray from my preconceived notions of what my blog “should” look like. Which is ridiculous. Why would I get hung up on such a small detail? (Or would it be “hanged” up? thought Ashley after typing that sentence.) Weeks and weeks ago, I planned a Know York adventure with my good friend Jess, to the charming and unique West Village neighborhood. I was so blinded by the thought of neatly summarizing centuries of fascinating history and anecdotes that it prevented me from sharing with my “bleaders” (a term I am confessedly borrowing from one of my recent reads, “Julie and Julia…” Blog + readers = bleaders) the fun experiences I created for myself on my adventure. Isn’t that what it’s really about? My analytical mind wanders the far reaches of possibility, wondering what other formulated template I could adapt, how it would affect the overall presentation of my site, etcetera etcetera etcetera STOP.
We are now spinning clockwise. And continue. Uninhibited. Hell, crack open a beer.
KNOW YORK – WEEK SEVEN – WEST VILLAGE WITH THE AWESOMELY FABULOUS JESS
IF you want to know the history of the West Village, google it. It’s in Manhattan, on the west side, down below Chelsea. We met on Bleecker street and headed West, towards everything good. (Though the East side of Bleecker street is equally spectacular. I should add here, most of my details will probably be wrong, considering we actually took this trip about a month ago. Our first place of business was Magnolia Bakery – a super cool establishment that offers yummy cupcakes for about $2. After waiting in line with the other panting patrons, we finally got our digits on these two beautifully delicious cupcakes. How fab?!
Then we walked all around the funky and fantastic “village.” This is a neighborhood I would LOVE to inhabit. I know that I say that about every place I explore, but I truly mean it here.
Then we saw the most narrow house in Manhattan. 9 1/2 feet wide. To put things in perspective, think about Yao Ming. He’s practically that tall. (Once you pass 7 feet, it’s all the same.) Apparently, this building has been around for quite awhile, and some cool people like Ernest Hemmingway lived there. I don’t know, google it.
On our way we went, passing the historic “Chumley’s,” a prohibition era bar at 86 Bedford Street, hence the term “86 that.” We also spotted some puppies for sale in a window and the infamous “Gay Street.” Hahahahaha lolz oh-em-gee did you buy that poster on the street and like woah, are you in middle school? Sarcasm doesn’t translate well in bright green.
For whatever reason, I had predetermined our lunching spot of the day, because I really wanted to try oysters for the first time in my life. So on to our lunch spot, “Fish,” on Bleecker. $8 gets you six raw oysters with various sauces and your choice of wine or beer. I chose wine and was a bit squeamish as the curious looking creatures arrived, chilling in a platter of crushed ice and broken dreams (of creating pearls). The first one was a little tricky. It got stuck on the shell, but I eventually got it in my mouth. Not bad. Pretty good, actually. I need to try it again.
So ten bucks were spent and good times were had. Alright. There you go. I had to get this down since I am exploring West Harlem tomorrow. Wish me (and my right-brain) luck.
Okay I’m back on board. For now. At least I think.