Monthly Archives: February 2009

eggwhite omelet with a side of whole wheat toast.

There are moments in your life when everything is so clear, it’s almost as if it was perfectly calculated. You have the perfect band to listen to (KOL my new obsession), you have your best friends to talk to, you have the right amount of work to do in order to be productive and yet not overworked so you’re able to do everything with great execution.

img_2015You have your dog, in my case Rufus, who is so happy for you to come home, and can’t stand the sight of you leaving. And, unfortunately for Rufus, you have New York.  It’s moments like these that really make you aware of how alive you truly are. You’re young, you’re flexible, you’re batteries rarely run out. You’re living your life, and you have great people to share it with.

Friday was a perfect NY day, maybe a little too cold, but just perfect. Started out visiting the MOMA, where few paintings caught my attention. OOF by Edward Ruscha in 1962, I Still Use Brushes by Arman in 1969, Diver by Jasper Johns in 1962-63, and One: Number 31 by Jackson Pollock in 1950.

img_1868In times when people are greatly affected by an economic depression, where you are possibly juggling the idea of having to leave your country due to socialism, where you are forced to be separated from your baby after carrying him/her so close to your heart for 9 months, where love isn’t what you thought it was but really just a perception of your imagination, OOF, in a way, is very refreshing. To see it. Knowing that you are NOT the only one battling an obstacle. That there are others, many others, fighting just as hard. Harder and maybe more impacting life experiences. OOF. There is some comfort.

In a world where creativity, technology, romance, and money, (to name a few) can take you so far, forgetting the basics is so easy. Remembering what makes you who you are, and what got you where you are can be forgotten so quickly when the NEW comes in. img_1871

It is true one wants to live in the NOW but paying homage to what gets you there is so important. Whether that something is a person, a pet, a gain, or a loss. Deep down inside of you it will always be part of you. No matter how hard you try to cover it. Or how much you try to replace it. I Still Use Brushes, in a way, pays homage to how we got there. It doesn’t matter how how we do it. In the way of Arman, who probably used brushes at one point in his life as a media, he finds a way to use them again. And though not used the same way, he’ll never forget.

Probably the most symbolic painting at the MOMA for me this trip, at this moment in my life, was Jasper John’s Diver. Maybe I’m caught right now in a time where society has a major impact on my life. Are we living in a bubble? Is there a way out? It seems that humans are given one shot at life. We are here to do the best we can for the time we have. At the same time, we are hit by moments in life that may not be so easy to handle. Bumps along the road. What we do to overcome them and how we strive to come out on top is what is key. Knowing that eventually we will overcome it, helps. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, or is there? In the Diver, there is a sense of helplessness that I think everyone feels at one point in their life. It’s critical to be able to step outside of one self and breathe. One… two… thr-e-e.

There is a way out. It will take strength. Hope. Time.

Time is of the essence, it’s the one constant we are given. Yes, we all know we are going to die, but when? Time, we have no control over. So yes, we will hurt. We will cry. We will feel. But we have to move forward. There is only one way to go. We move forward the same way the words fill the paper, the walls are repainted, the diver swims back out. Jasper John’s Diver, although I believe has different intentions, can be seen as a precise moment captured in time. The moment we don’t want to see the light, the moment we all experience at some point in our lives. A sense of suffocation, frustration, impotence. Whether we want to face it or not. I am going to face it. Now. Because I know there is only one way out! And the clock is still ticking.


Pollock, one of my favorite artists of the abstract expressionist era, has a way of capturing the essence of life. At least in my eyes. Every drop of paint, from the moment it is sitting in the bucket, to the moment it touches the brush, to the way it shifts with the brush movement, to it’s moment in still air, to the exact second it makes contact with the canvas, until it stands still, is alive. The canvas is then filled with all this matter, and together, while seen from far forms a living surface. A landscape, a city, a world. Each one of the spots, the lines, the drops, is us. We are all put on this earth to co-exist with one another. Along our paths, we may cross, or we may not. But it is at a precise moment that we are aware of where we are standing. Possibly why we’re here. It’s at a precise moment that everything does seem clear. Where we do see the light, and where we actually feel the need to reach it.


After a lovely time at the museum, I met my girlfriend Melissa at café Habana, and had a taste of my heaven. A perfectlyimg_1888 grilled corn on the cob with chilly powder and cheese.

After, we walked around NY’s hot neighborhood SOHO, and later met my friend Ari for coffee at Café Angelique. One of the greatest things New York has to offer, aside from it’s culture of course, is the transportation system. It’s a guarantee that you will be able to do all the things you had planned to do that day!

That night, my friend’s Nick and Noah came over to Jayne’s apt. where I was staying for a preparty cocktail, and we then went to a fashion week party. Loved being able to wear my Max Azria black fancy skirt and Jayne’s awesome Levi’s Plaid shirt. Anything flies in NY. After the party, we made a quick stop at bagel factory, where I was able to rebuild my alcohol tolerance for the night, and ended in one of NY’s coolest spots, Back Room. The place takes you back to the prohibition era, where drinks are served in tea cups, the ceilings are copper and very ornate, a fire place remains intact, and mirrors make up parts of the wall. Don’t even think of trying to get into the “back room” unless you’re friends with the owners (or so I hear), or you are extremely nice to the guy by the ‘back door’ who happens to have family in Pembroke Pines, which is a few miles away from where you actually grew up, as was my case. So I got in! Definitely would have been more fun, if I actually had some one else to hang out with. But since I was challenged to try to get in, I had to do it alone.

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The trip ended with the purpose as to why I went to NY in the first place. Back in December, about 40 alumna from my highschool got together to do one last Musical performance. The ReUnion Show. After 2 months of much excitement over what is now a long lasting memory, about 12 of us got together on Sunday to watch the dvd. It was, I think, everything we hoped it would be. Considering we only had 2 days to put it together. We laughed, some cried, we drank! We had a moment. A good one.

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You see, life will sure remind you of who you are, and where you come from, even if you don’t want it to, or weren’t expecting it. Such as I wasn’t expecting it when I received the call about 8 months back to do the choreography for the show. But through each and every one of those moments, there is something new to learn. Something to gain. New people to meet. Old memories to remember, new memories to create. New laughs to be laughed, new tears to be cried. And yet, one push to the next moment. The next moment to get to and the next moment to come across. Never looking back in regret, but always in appreciation for the moments you’ve lived have taken you to where you are, and where you will be.

I didn’t meet the man of my dreams in NY, nor did I win the lottery (how’s that for wishful thinking?), but I see now that I may not be in Miami at the wrong time. I am here now. And I know that I want to be here now. I was just bumped into the next moment. And I will share it with you when that comes along. As for the title, maybe I’ll actually get to that at a later post. For now, I’ll be at Level25 enjoying a great Spanish wine, while watching a Spanish Pinxtos cooking demonstration. VALE!

PS- Here’s a few more pics from the trip worth posting:

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Date 1, or does this count?

Last Monday night i had my date with the “miles away boy”, and not just him, 2 of his friends as well. Dinner at UVA69, on 69th and Biscayne created the perfect setting. A very low key restaurant with a great selection of wine, a lovely outdoor seating area, and extremely good food for very reasonable prices. Before 2 of them picked me up, my mom was very hesitant about the situation “Jenny, you don’t know who they are? Why don’t you take your car?”, i can honestly say i was probably a little nervous but due to the fact that one is a doctor and the other a scientist, both Jews if i may add, i didn’t feel like taking my car was necessary. Since they both knew i had done the keratin treatment to my hair (one conversation from Saturday night), i asked them to roll the windows up a bit. We all of a sudden indulge in a conversation of the hair molecule and how a straightening treatment works. You see, i think i learned, and please correct me if i’m wrong ( i have time to blog but not to research), that hair itself is made up of many many layers, with keratin underneath (which is protein) that tends to be curly. Very interesting on one hand, and on another hand, I knew i was right in not taking my car!

Anyway, dinner was excellent, conversations were fluid and extremely interesting through the night, and the company was actually quite fun! See, that is what’s great about Miami. You meet somebody, who knows somebody new to you, and sooner then later, you build your network! As for my date, he turned out to be a great guy! We definitely hit it off, and I would definitely go out again, if he lived here rather then 6 hrs on a plane and 3 hrs behind. But really, you never know, LA for sure has a blog of it’s own and it sure is good to know people everywhere! We ended the night at The  New’s north of the Design District at the 55th Street Station, with a very fun game of pool which we lost due to me missing the 8 ball.After helping my team tremendously in putting some balls in the holes, not even the 8 ball would have answered NO to me getting it in! Shooting pool for sure has a science behind it, and an architect, a doctor, and the scientist himself, didn’t study that one in school!

Tomorrow night I leave Miami, and head to the big Apple. Looking forward to a fantastic weekend, but will sure miss the Miami weather!

Thank You V-day!

For the past 3 years  I was lucky enough to spend Valentine’s day with someone. This valentine’s day I’m lucky to spend it with me! ( and rufus of course, and my friend Carolina, and all her guests at her babyshower). Is valentine’s day overated? Is it just an excuse to do something nice for each other? Hey, maybe it is but why not take a freeby if u can get one. Currently single, I found Valentine’s Day to be more exciting then when i was in a relationship.

First, i did the keratin to my hair! Bye Bye frizz…Then i went to shower my best friend’s Baby with love and soon presents. The greates thing about events (i.e. showers, bachelorettes, engagements) done by Venezuelans is the food. Shocking how in a society where each girl is thinner then the next, every possible desert you can think of will be catered. And of course, i couldn’t say no to any!

Soon after I left, I learned that Adam (Carolina’s first son) cried histerically once i walked out the door! YES… I think i won him over! And i think it was either the walk outside, or the 300 blueberries i fed him?!?!?! and maybe a cookie here and there…


Next President of US- Adam Franklin Esayag Hausmann


And last, my friend Cheryl, decided to cook dinner for our friend Steph and me. After an awesome stuffed pepper, Valentine cookies from Publix that is, and 3 bottles of wine, we were ready to go out! Wow…that’s a bottle per person…


Fabulous Jewelry Designer and now Chef Cheryl Lynn

Visit for her collection!


Gorgeous and brilliant Lawyer Steph


Anyway, what a fun night. A night where there were beautiful people out.  A night where you’re likely to meet somebody, because everyone out knows you’re not with anybody! People’s confidence levels are high, everyone is playing the same game, and everyone is looking to score!

And yet ,a night where the one guy who draws your attention, happens to NOT be from here! I guess it’s the perfect weekend to go away! Putting the miles aside, if there’s no one else there, take advantage of the company for the time being! And so I did. I even got a date out of it! I’ll let you know how it goes…

Until then, here’s a cheers to a fabulous night out with 2 great girls, at the very hip Gansevoort Rooftop, and the perfect weather! PS- no frizz all night!

Calatrava speaks.

In Miami you need to be somebody, who knows somebody that has a friend that is somebody to see a lecture of the guy that is somebody. Calatrava sure is somebody. Last night, Calatrava’s friend, who’s friends with my dad, who’s also friends with the CEO of CrispinPorter+Bogusky, who’s also on the board of the Harvard Business Club, organized an intimate lecture to be done by Calatrava at the famous CP+B office. And it was wonderful! Calatrava is probably one the most respected artist/architect/engineer, and my mom and I, along with 80 or so others, had the honor to hear him speak.


1st. I was personally introduced to him by my dad’s Friend.

2nd. He signed a book that my mom had the brilliant idea of purchasing before the lecture. And his signature rules.


3rd. He was asked “can you compare and contrast the difference between working in Europe vs. working the US?” And he responded beautifully, ” Europe has so much history. I love working here because the US is our time.”

4th. We took a picture together! Which is awesome.


Few of the people from my office...

Few of the people from my office...


Not such a bad place, at all. But why is it that every time i meet someone new they aren’t from here? Is it possible that a city itself is ‘Lost in Translation’? Miami, as it stands now, is a place where there are doctors and lawyers. There are no major corporations (except for Burger King), no major banks, no State of Florida governments. We are made of the branches. Miami is a branch of the major cities of the United States. You are either a passerby, or a tourist, or a mom, married to either a doctor or a lawyer. That is not to generalize the four hundred and something thousand people that actually make up the population of Miami. But for me, 26 years of age, living in Downtown, working for a small architecture firm, as an architect that is, it isn’t necessarily the place where you actually meet someone who’s from here, works here, and plans to stay here!
And if they are, you probably went to highschool with them, and happen to just not be interested, at least for now.

Nevertheless, it’s a very fun place. And due to the fact that no one actually lives here, there tend to be lots of visitors, which means lot’s of fun weekends!
Also, to Miami’s benefit, We get maybe 1 to 2 days of really cold weather a year. And by really cold i mean high 30’s, low 40’s. That one day to me is hell, an entire season would be suicidal.
PEOPLE…move here already. Get over the cold.
BTW- want to congratulate my best friend David for moving to NY last year, and actually making the move back to MIA…can’t wait!

oh boy...

one of David's many visits

Reason for the many visits to MIA...

Reason for the many visits...

hello world…