Sunday, April 01, 2007

Blabbing about Anderson Cooper's Apartment, Life in New York and the Power of the Media

Hi everyone! and a huge welcome to all the newbies, and thanks for all the links to the blog!

In your responses to our last post and your emails many of you have asked about the images of Anderson Cooper's apartment, mainly if they are drawings or photos, as we stated in the post the first one is a computer generated image called architectural rendering, the others are actual photos after the construction work was finished. They are legal and done with the consent of Anderson Cooper. He knew by whom and for what the photos were taken. And for those "with big imagination" no, we didn't passed ourselves as maids to enter the property and snatch the photos, it was done by a professional photographer. What I meant with the phrase "highly expected and imagined images" was that there have always been wild speculation about Anderson's properties ( someone speculating about Anderson? r you kidding?) many buzzed (like Curbed) about why he haven't moved to his new apartment and was renting (as he said at Regis and Kelly), obviously the place went through a massive construction phase and those of you who have gone through home renovations know how difficult it is, so that is why I used the phrase expected and imagined, many of us expected to see the results of the renovations and many others imagined how it would be and even went to great lengths stating how it was done . And at the end it is up to each of you to believe if it is the apartment or not, I am not here to convince anyone, to give further proof would then cross the line of public and private information.

Today we are having a guess blogger, the energy tornado that is Sharla Jones, I hope you will enjoy it as much as we did. And if you are interested in publishing here you might send your work at out main email, and of course we reserve the right of posting it!

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New York, March 2007

One of the few things in time that will make me philosophical and prone to sitting around pondering the meaning of life is being wide awake for more than thirty hours.

I went to Manhattan again yesterday. I love New York City; the city itself seems to live and breathe. I’ve heard it called "the Big Apple", however, I liken it more as an onion.

Onions are pretty and round, shiny and smooth. So you put it there and you admire it, but after a few days the skin starts to wrinkle, peel, and slough off like so much the rot that it is. Then the stinging, sour, and bitter insides start to show and make your eyes water.

The meaning of life is NOT 42.

Whilst watching the sunrise during my train ride back to New Jersey, I was being rocked like a boat under a gentle breeze. The drunk yuppies were obnoxious. The stoner that sat in front of me and tried to strike up a conversation eventually fell over and passed out to my great relief. Don’t get me wrong, I fear NO man. This is not to say I am fearless, which I think implies recklessness and idiotic behavior. But I’m not afraid of anyone. Actually I’d be more afraid FOR the stupid individual that attempted to mug me, I’ll tell you that. But because I do not fear those around me, I watch them instead.

Like the true natured writer that I am, I of course have a notebook in my bag. On my train ride home I wrote this:

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Observations of human nature....

It is never more painfully obvious to me, the hatred man has for himself and his fellow man, than to sit in Penn Station New York at four in the morning because I missed the one a.m. train.

Gone is the compassion and caring people may have for one another during the times of daylight. It’s as if when darkness comes, the evil and ugly side of New York comes to life from its dormant time of daytime slumber.

The men who slept on the sidewalk come awake and stagger through the halls, shaking their fists and shuffling their feet. The drunk bastards stumble from the bars and start fights in front of... anywhere. One will scream racial slurs, the others, homophobic hate.

The bowels of New York City at night reek of the stench of the disgust God must feel when He looks upon his creation and sees the muck they wallow and play in. The other smell comes from the morons I passed on the street- smoking pot on the street in front of cops and country. No one cares.

But as I sat in Penn Station next to the musician from Ireland, and his every other word was "fuck", I suddenly felt very tired, very unhappy, and very alone.

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No one think I hate New York, please. I LOVE New York. I drink mochachino at Teany, I wander around Chelsea and Central Park, they’ve got some fantastic museums, and great food (Cuban is my favorite). But I felt as if I’d lost my way a bit, as last night I stood outside a place and talked to the person nearest to me. Something he said woke me from my daze.

He asked me about my shoes. I know that sounds odd, but it was because yesterday I bought a new pair of running shoes and I was standing there holding a giant Saucony box. That question was answered with my explanation of how I’m into long distance running, and I got the usual response of "Holy Cow you run HOW far every day?"

Of course, with me, a.k.a. the Energizer Bunny of talk, conversation ensued. After half an hour we were discussing physical training, proper exercise, diet, and all that sort of good stuff that is my manna to live and the reason I strive to become a Doctor. And then, he said one more thing that stopped me dead in my tracks.

"I don’t know what to do to be healthy. The only information I get is off my TV," he said. And I realized that’s true for a lot of people.

So I stood in the middle of New York City in the dark of the night under the glowing neon, holding a bag with very expensive running shoes, talking to some kid I didn’t even know, and I suddenly was thinking about the impact media has had on our lives.

I could go on and on about the history of media but I digress. The media is the most incredibly powerful medium I can think of. If you think about it, the power of the written word goes back to... the first written word. And how much of that information is completely wrong, misguided, or even harmful? How much of it is hateful, full of lies, and misleading? Things that make me go, "hmmm."

Let me just say that next time I go to New York City, I’m coming back after dinner. At least that way I won’t miss AC360.......

Sharla Jones

14 comentarios:

Cindy said...

thank you for clarifying many people lost their sleep over the photos.

The Original Miranda Lane said...

New York is always an interesting place. If I can help it, I don't like being there at night, though.

Maddy said...

Sharla,

I hope we see more of your writing here in the near future.

I also love NYC. Of all the times I’ve been in NYC I’ve only been alone in the wee hours of the morning one time and that was right after the September 11th attacks. I slept through my subway stop and ended up in unfamiliar surroundings. Probably at any other time I would have been scared but this time I wasn’t. There was a genuine feeling of compassion and looking out for each other. I had several people come up and ask me if I was ok and did I need anything. I felt completely safe like nothing could hurt me. It was something I had never experienced before, especially in New York, and something I haven’t experienced since. I believe sometimes when we are alone and our surroundings are raw and exposed we gain some of our greatest insights.

Regarding the media, I think it has as much impact on us as we allow; seems like most people take things at face value and no longer question or remain open to the possibility of seeing the other side of an issue. We have become intellectually lazy, letting the TV talking heads determine our thoughts on an issue instead of deciding for ourselves. We let the fear of being called un-American or un-patriotic, if we dare question the actions of our government, silence us in to submission.

Something happened to me a few years ago that showed me how intellectually lazy I had become. I took a quiz that determined your political affiliation based on your answers. I thought it was a stupid quiz but took it anyway to appease my friend. To my absolute horror I realized that I was voting in complete opposite to my political views and beliefs. I couldn’t believe it! I’m ashamed to say I allowed the media too much influence over my views. I didn’t question or seek out other viewpoints.

That seemingly insignificant event changed me. I realized I was going through my life with other people’s beliefs. How messed up is that? Thankfully, I now question everything I see, hear and read. If I have a belief about something I want it to be my own.

Anonymous said...

I fear NO man. This is not to say I am fearless, which I think implies recklessness and idiotic behavior. But I’m not afraid of anyone. Actually I’d be more afraid FOR the stupid individual that attempted to mug me, I’ll tell you that.

The toughest, most fearless person still could run into to someone who is even MORE tougher and fearless than they are. You never know who you may meet up with and I hope for your sake you can REALLY back up your tough talk.

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Anonymous said...

smart, funny, and a badass- are you taken??

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Anonymous said...

I cant wait for the next time she goes to new york and writes something else I reallylike the way she expresses herself.

Sharla Dawn said...
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Anonymous said...

o.m.g. tell the gun story!

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Anonymous said...

So the interior pics are real then. That dog in roller skates over the bed I don't understand. The rest of the decor, eh.

Anonymous said...

I think I'm the only one here that's NOT impressed with Sharla Dawn and her so-called "badass" self. She seems entirely too full of themselves and obnoxious, but if that's what you like on this blog, god bless you. But let me echo someone's response to Sharla Dawn's bluster on the other thread.

*rolling eyes*

No one is invincible, Sharla D. can get her ass beat down just as quick as anyone else. It doesn't matter WHAT kind of training she has, she may find that out one day.

Sharla Dawn said...
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