SAGIndie is growing.
Besides the addition of Eliza (who is putting us all to shame with the frequency of her blogging), we are going to add a part-time, independent contractor to represent us in New York. This person will be the face of SAGIndie and will at long last give us a year-round presence in the birthplace of indie film. Because I’m still in the middle of interviews, I’m not going to say anything to reveal who this person might be, but I will say that this candidate was particularly impressive.
Instead, I’ll talk about the weather and food.
It’s hot (the weather, not, unfortunately, the food). This is the first time I’ve been to NYC in the Summer… and I wish I could say it will be the last. As they say, it’s not the heat it’s the humidity. It feels like a sauna. Even girls are sweating. Hey, I love New York, but I have to wonder how a city that is either frozen or sweltering for most of the year became the most important metropolis in the world?
My hotel is very nice… unlike the place we’ve had to stay in the last few times… but it’s in Midtown East, which I’ve discovered may as well be called Los Angeles Very East. They roll up the sidewalks at 7:30 pm. There’s nothing to eat except fast food. My first night here I was forced to go to Sbarro and last night my choices were The Olive Garden and TGI Friday’s. I chose the latter because there were fewer dead rats and in front of the building. I realized after my "meal" that it’s because they never make it out of the kitchen.
For lunch today I went to one of the street vendor carts. The falafel pita was good… but I’m not sure how I feel about the owner dripping on it.
I know there’s great food here. I’ve eaten it. For my last night here I’m determined to have something good.
Or there’s this.