Flat Iron Distrct

I had the best day on Thursday. Well, that is if I take the following criteria into consideration: all activities with Alex aren’t included (all of them rank among the very best); and I only mean within moving to New York. Thursday was the final day of my internship, a very sad thing, but it marks my ascent into a paid position. So, here it is in a nutshell: I woke up and went to FinePrint; read 50 pages of something for Janet Reid (a fabulous literary agent); and lunch in the Flat Iron District.

So, I should fill you in on the particulars. Brendan , a man I admire very much, is an editor with St. Martin’s Press, a division of MacMillan Publishing. We worked very close together during my internship, and he taught me a lot about the industry. While I was happy as a clam reading Janet’s manuscript, he called to see if I wanted to grab lunch near the Flat Iron Building. Now, I don’t know if you know what the Flat Iron Building is, but it’s what they shot for the exterior of The Daily Bugle in the Spider-Man movies. This was something else for me. Spider-Man! Can you believe it? I thought that the building was probably a structure made of clay to resemble what they showed in the comic books, but I was totally wrong.

So, Brendan and I grabbed lunch at a place near his new work and chatted. I was really unaware of his past. He used to be an executive at Miramax, which I knew, but the details of his departure from that world were always clouded. Anyway, he answered my many questions about who he was and what he did; it was great.

During lunch, he said something about creationism (he’s not a fan, and I don’t blame him). I did something that surprised me, I came out with my conviction and stood by it with my resolve. For those of you who don’t know my beliefs, I am nervous about unquestionable belief and that includes religion and everything else. I just don’t think that you should accept things as fact and leave it at that; I don’t want other people to be doing my thinking. I don’t know much about science, but I do know that they’re academic bullies who tend to make others feel inferior or weak. The point is that, though I didn’t go into particulars, I did say that I love Jesus and, by association, everyone else.

After lunch, I got to go into the elevators of the Flat Iron Building and ascended several stories. It was great. The elevators were gorgeous. Once at the top, I saw the awesome view. We talked of job possibilities, and I left feeling much better about my future (nothing was promised, but I feel like I have a possible future in film, theatre, or publishing). I left the Flat Iron Building and descended into the subway station to come home for Barnes & Noble.

It was a day of wonder: the end of something great and the beginning of something even better.

By the way, the pictures provided are from the internet and were not taken by me.