Because my parents are both artists who work internationally, I have grown up in many places, including New York. The city is a visual feast for which I have a perpetual hunger. It holds so much life. It seems as if one could witness every emotion on a single street. We exist so near to one another; and yet, everyone is a stranger.
The American Identity is more than just being a citizen in America. What makes the American Identity is the diversity that exists in America. America is a melting pot, which consists of many ethnic groups, religions, and ideas. It isn’t the appearance that makes you American, it is your mind and the way one acts make one American. I am a kid who is part Korean, French, and Chinese. My mom is Korean and Chinese, and my dad is French and Chinese. I do celebrate Lunar New Year with some of my relatives on my mother’s side, but my dad doesn’t celebrate any French holidays. To be qualified as an American, one must be unique in their own way, and love freedom.
In “Kickflipping New York” , Akiko Busch illustrates the knowledge of New York in her own perspective thinking that New York’s architecture is extravagant and well known for it, however the mother is much more exposed to how New York is by her sons enjoyment and admiration to the city for a different reason, learning that New York can be loved in different ways and reasons. Leading to another story “Here is New York”, E.B White’s view on the story displays how the city is full of gifts of opportunity such as privacy and loneliness but with these many gifts, there is no true definition to describe the city. I agree with E.B White’s view of New York, there can be a different definition depending on who you are and what you desire in this city that never sleeps, there can never be a settled meaning. In “Kickflipping New York”, Akiko Busch starts off with how New York as a “carnival teeming with illicit possibilities” when she arrived to
The great Marcus Garvey once said that “a people without knowledge of their past history, origin, and culture are trees without roots”. This quotation has always stuck with me because it validates that, as humans, we all have a story to share. No matter where I go or who I meet, thanks to my story, I have the confidence to embrace who I am every single day.
New York is many cities in one. Most people think that New York has been explored in every corner and up to its smallest points but did you know that the big apple is filled with hidden gems and treasures that are yet to be explored. So let’s take a tour around New York and look beyond hustle and bustle of the flashing skyline and skyscrapers and you will see New York’s beautiful spots that are hidden from most travelers.
Several individuals from different ethnicities, races, and citizenships, compose a society. The United Sates allow us to have a close interaction with numerous individuals from diverse backgrounds. In my own case I have been able to interact with many incredible individuals from all over the world who come from extremely different backgrounds. I am a proud Mexican who cherishes respect towards diversity. Coming from a very suffered country I am able to understand not only what does it means to feel proud to be a Latino, but also I can feel acquainted with the pain and struggle that our community has to face every day.
As I walked into Gringo’s a week ago, I observed the warm welcome, as the hostess welcomed me into Gringo’s. After only fifteen minutes of waiting, I was accompanied to my table. The restaurant was well decorated as there were paintings on the wall, along with the deer horns. I received a great vibe just by being there. After a few minutes, I was served with some free chips and dips.
America You are at your boyfriends house playing video games when the power goes out and lighting strikes, lighting up the dark shy. You jump and throw down your controller. You don 't do well during storms, you begin to shake and tears threaten to escape your eyes. ' 'Y/n, babe, it 's okay. Come here. ' '
I am learning a lot from this project. For instance, there is much more to being Italian than the typical stereotypes that we have come to know from movies, television shows and books, which makes Italians seem very loud, close to their families and traditions. This ethnographic project has not only provided me with an opportunity to learn about a new culture, but also has taught me how to interact with someone whose personality is completely opposite of mine. This was our third meeting. My partner Michael decided to take me to “Little Italy,” located in lower Manhattan, on Mulberry Street bordering Chinatown.
January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time. My mom hung up the phone and went to “La Grande” a Mexican store to buy a card to call my uncle in Cuba, to see how my grandmother was doing. My godmother has two daughters who work at the hospital
By the time I reached the bus stop my mind had wandered away from how I got here, to where I was going. I’d heard rumors about places filled with people like me. Places filled with homeless, hungry, but fun loving people that just wanted to be accepted. Downtown New York City. I wandered aimlessly around the sidewalk of a small neighborhood in New York until I walked up to a run down coffee shop with a sign that read, ‘All Welcome’.
This is a night of pure music- be it jazz, pop, indie rock, big bands. After or before attending the concert you can stroll the city and visit other points of interest such as John Hancock Tower, Trinity church, and the Boston Public Garden. If you 're exhausted and cannot go back to your place you can always choose from the accommodations
Baseball is what many call “America’s Pastime”. It is the game that never fails to bring me from the highest highs to the lowest lows. The second that you think you are the best, the game will humble you. When you are at a loss for confidence, you will do something amazing that will turn your game around. Nothing beats the smell of the spring air, the dirty pants, the laughs with teammates and the glory of winning. There are many things that I love about the game of baseball but there’s nothing that I cherish more than the memories made and the life lessons I’ve learned through the trials that I’ve faced.