New York was an infinitely romantic notion, the mysterious nexus of all love and money and power, the shining and the perishable dream itself.

I apologize for the lack of blogging. You see, my exams are coming up way to quickly, so most of the week I've been reading and studying.

Still, I've had some breaks. On Monday, the whole class went to Ellis Island where we were given a guided tour around the buildings there. We also got to see the Statue of Liberty up close.
I found the tour quite interesting, but it's not the most exciting cultural thing I've experienced here in NY. Nonetheless, it was worth a trip, if only to see the beautiful building and the sweet, tiny island.

Yesterday, on Friday, Catrine dragged me to a rooftop film-display, run by the film-festival Rooftop Films. In different roofs or location around New York, the festival is responsible for showing about 25 films and 150 short-films throughout the summer. Often, the films are accompanied by a live concert, and a after-party.
This was the first viewing of the year, and a lot of people had found their way to the rooftop in East Village. There were about 30 minutes of beautiful guitar-playing, and then the short-films started. In all, we got to see about 8 very interesting, and sometimes very strange, short-films. After the last film was shown, most people went to a after-party in a bar nearby, but we decided to head home and get some sleep.