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Remember that Valentine’s Day card with a lovey-dovey picture of a heart you received back in third grade? Well, your actual heart doesn’t look like that. If you want to see a larger-than-life version of what a real heart looks like, head to BODIES…The Exhibition, where a 13 feet long, 7 feet wide and 12 feet high replica is waiting to greet you at the entrance.

I’ve never gone to a large-scale arts festival in NYC, but I’m going to try to this year. I’ve planned to catch a show during New York International Fringe Festival, aka FringeNYC. This two-week event, thru Aug 26, is the largest multi-arts festival in North America, with more than 200 companies from all over the world performing for 16 days in more than 20 venues.

When I moved to New York City after graduating from college in 2006, I’ll admit I was a little naive. Originally from Northeast Ohio, I think my teens were marred by premium cable. I thought my life as a journalist in NYC was going to mirror that of Sex and the City’s Carrie Bradshaw. Party every weekend? Check.

If you are observant, you might have noticed fewer people on the subway this morning or walking down the city streets. No, it’s not the apocalypse; it’s a typical summer Friday in New York City. Most New Yorkers look forward to this time of year—they check out of work early (or don’t come in at all).

Back before Tom Cruise sort of went crazy and it became harder and harder to separate what I know of his personal life from his movie roles, he was actually a pretty great actor. I’m talking about the 1981 to 2000 era of his career—before TomKat, the demise of TomKat, etc. Why am I talking about Tom Cruise? I recently saw Risky Business and it made me reflect.

Last night, I went to Openhouse Gallery’s Mulberry Street location for the launch of the Jose Cuervo Tradicional Mural Project—a program that aims to create a dialogue, through artistic endeavors, which will inspire artists over the age of 21 (I mean, it is being backed by a tequila company after all) to celebrate Latin culture—sharing their ambitions for the Latin community through murals.

Remember that song “Ladies’ Night” by Kool and the Gang? Well, I’ve had that number playing on a loop in my head for the past two hours. I like it, so I’m not annoyed.

On Saturday night, I somehow got lost in Midtown Manhattan, which was a little embarrassing for me for two reasons: First, I’ve lived in the Big Apple for six years and second, this particular area is on a grid. I found myself walking up and down W. 55th street a few times looking for a restaurant.

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