Yesterday after I got out of school around 4 o'clock I called up my friend and asked her if she wanted to meet up for lunch since we have not been able to talk much since high school ended last year. We decided that i would meet her at her campus, Fordham Lincoln Center. I decided to walk since I had some time to spare but along the way I saw many things that brought questions to my mind.

Visiting the International Center of Photography was incredibly exciting for me because of my love for photography. I had trouble, however, with the questions about each photograph's meaning. I recalled what I read in Camera Lucida about Barthes' "desperate resistance to any reductive system." I do intellectually understand "how" to interpret a photograph, but I don't always feel that analyzing and dissecting each image is a beneficial or necessary process.

 Art, as defined by some, is the tangible expression of our views, passions, and talents. While this definition encompasses a large variety of pursuits, one that I find most interesting is tattooing. Although tattoos are viewed more today as unprofessional and more typical of young people, they have been around since ancient times. Past peoples have decorated their bodies with portrayals of their Gods, indications of their rank and social standing, and sentimental pieces with meanings only known to them. The latter, I find is the most beautiful.

Yes- finally, the long awaited break between my morning and afternoon classes.

Sitting on a bench in a New York park is almost as having a front seat on one of the fashion shows; a display of outfits, personalities and social classes. One second there is a beautiful, tall woman wearing high heel that passes in front of me, second later a beggar with half of a shoe. It makes we wonder what makes people so different. How come some of us become an international businessman, while other retains himself to garbage man?

 Today I went to visit my family in New Jersey. On the bus I met a 22-year-old man, Marty, from Kentucky. He was staying at his friend’s house in New Jersey, and was a little confused about which stop to get off at. Luckily we were going to the same place so I was able to show him where to get off the bus. We started talking and he explained that this was his first trip to New York. In fact, this was the first time he had ever been on a plane. He told me how he was so nervous about getting on the plane that his skin turned pale like my skin.