We closed the summer with a visit to Ellis Island. Even after several visits over the course of my life, I still find the exhibits and the building itself impressive. I also learn something new every time I go. For example, this time I learned that first- and second-class passengers didn’t actually pass through the processing center, but rather had their documents inspected onboard ship. Maybe this is why I find no record of my great-grandfather Nathan Zweifler/Neufeld passing through? This requires further investigation…

Unfortunately, an afternoon exploring our nation’s immigration history didn’t reveal any new ways to tackle the immigration issues in my own life. Bummer. Looks like we’ll have to stick with Plan A after all, eh nen?

Many a New York City adult spends 40 hours (or more) per week in a grey, austere cubicle that is meant to simulate in some way a productive working environment. I always had a strong aversion to this system, since I saw it as the death of individual humanity and a patronizing throwback to those tiny school desks with a teacher constantly walking around checking up on you.

These days I find myself in a job that requires my presence in one of these boxes on a daily basis. It’s not so bad. I’ve found ways to make it feel more homey. I’m learning about the etiquette of selectively overhearing and ignoring conversations around me. I have nice windows in front of me and to the right of me (with only one row of cubicles obstructing my view in front and one desk – my boss – to the right). Working in the box can actually facilitate the creation of friendships.

And the fact that I now find this system palatable? Just another part of my inner child dying, I suppose. But hey, at least I have a cool wall decoration from Guatemala! Thanks, guys!

[Edit: slideshow of dinner party images deleted by one of my former roomies, I guess.]