Meet Mark Shahon at Upton

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Meet Mark Shahon at Upton

by Erin Ying

Ditmas Park, one of the three Flatbush neighborhoods in the New York City borough of Brooklyn, has been officially designated Historic Districts. Mark Shahon, a real estate agent at Upton, has been residing in one of the largest collection of Victorian homes in the world.


As a city-explorer, Mark loves to share his knowledge of diverse neighborhoods in the five boroughs with his…

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“Keep Calm and Workout” Before Summer Ends

“Keep Calm and Workout” Before Summer Ends

by Erin Ying

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If you still have no idea of how to start your workout before summer ends, our friend, Philip Hartshorn, and his personal training program, may get your body (and your soul) in awesome shape.

If you ask Philip for help, instead of spending hundred of dollars a year to walk on a boring treadmill, you are going to have a flexible, economic, custom-made training program. With just one…

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When Art and Fashion Meet Real Estate

When Art and Fashion Meet Real Estate

by Erin Ying

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When art meets fashion, it creates a unique beauty for people to be dressed up. When art meets real estate, it creates a unique environment for people to live in. Art, fashion, and architecture converge more often than ever before. Disciplinary fusion is a trend to make a real estate project stand out from the clutter; simultaneously, it provides people with extraordinary visiting…

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Meet Jeffrey Barlow at Upton

Meet Jeffrey Barlow at Upton

by Erin Ying

A real estate salesperson’s business heavily relies on knowing the market, keeping clients informed, practicing honesty and integrity, and social networking. Jeffrey Barlow, a salesperson at Upton Realty Group has stuck to that philosophy for almost two decades.

There are many ways to define a successful real estate agent. Jeffrey disclosed his big four elements – understanding…

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To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer,to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.

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Brian Knappenberger talks about his new film, the life and legacy of Aaron Swartz, and the troubling trends that survive the Internet activist.

The Internet’s Own Boy details how F.B.I. and Secret Service agents went after members of Swartz’s inner circle. Knappenberger says, “They told Aaron’s father they wanted to make an example out of him, but an example of what? What kind of behavior were they trying to deter? The majority of Aaron’s activity was about social organizing and getting people involved in their government. The notion that Aaron was some sort of quasi-celebrity hacker who needed to be made an example of is absurd and unsophisticated.”

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Aaron said, "Really? Are you making the world a better place or are you just making things to waste people’s time? Do you know what made the world bad to begin with? If you genuinely make the world better how do you quantify that? How do you test the impact you’re having on the world?’ There’s a real sense that Aaron didn’t fit into that world."
The first time I start to rethink about the crazy money-driven startup world, like 17 billion Uber or million-dollar investment of Yo 

The Day America Fell in Love with the World Cup

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John Cassidy on why America has finally embraced the World Cup: http://nyr.kr/1pb2NFT

“Not so long ago, Americans regarded soccer as a game to play rather than as a spectator sport. Now there are entire cable channels devoted to the English Premier League and other club competitions. But there’s more to this than technological determinism and other long words. This World Cup is turning out to be a wonderful one, full of thrilling games.”

Photograph by Leo Correa/AP.

Umm…I guess Americans don’t want to be left behind any sorts of party time? especially, it’s a world-class one.

(Source: newyorker.com)

Washington Square Fountain Run #Summer #Solstice2014  

An Adventure to Coney Island

One of my good friends held a birthday party at Coney Island yesterday. I was invited. Thanks her giving me the chance and courage to take 37 stations (I didn’t make any typo, yes, 37) from my place to THE island. I thought the island were in another state, or allowing me to describe as, in another planet. 

The experience commuting under the city for one and a half hours was not something sweet in the stuffy and WIFI-unavailable train. It’s acceptable stink garbage scattered along the railroads for centuries; it’s entertaining to watch two mice fighting for the stale pretzel there; it’s bearable no AC in the waiting area; But, it’s absolutely not OK with disconnection with the world. Com’on MTA. Consider human’s newly-bred, ultra-desperate, fundamental need developed on Maslow’s theory — WIFI, please! 

A thing puzzles me quite often is the name of the street and avenues’ names. For newcomers or tourists like me, it’s convenient to find the way in Manhattan no matter it’s on either One Avenue or 86th Street. Just follow the numbers. Brooklyn is a new place to a Manhattan-Queens commuter. When the train radio broadcast Avenue Q and Avenue X, it still astonished me a bit. New Yorkers are not only crazy at numbers but alphabets as well, literally. Was it too simple, too difficult or too lazy for the one who named them? I hope someone can feed my curiosity.

When the train approached the final stop, I saw the ferris wheel and roller coasters from the window. Coney Island is a smaller version of Disneyland, an amusement park with sands and beaches. To sun-worshippers and free people, the island probably is the closet heaven for New Yorkers. 

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E.B.White said, “I’m not defending New York in this regard. Many of its settlers are probably here merely to escape, not face, reality.” The island is perfect for city escape. Sexy Bikinis, tanned hunks, topless and strapless everywhere. Loads of eye-candies. Wine and beer aroma disseminated, a smell of marijuana looming. Tipsy and Binge. I don’t know whether it’s legal to have hemp in the public. The party somewhere here get a little bit wild though. 

We stuck to our tradition. Chips, sodas, watermelons, board games, and chitchats. All well behaved. Taking off the shirts merely wearing bikinis or bathing trunks confidently was not born-and-bred Chinese’s type of thing. I’m one of them. I preferred to appreciating others’ gorgeous shapes and curves more. The spotlight of others’ eyes will get the pressure on me, especially the eyes on my fatty thighs. Good thing is, the peer pressure drives me to the gym as soon as possible before next summer party comes. 

Sorry, No photos of bikinis or hunks. My iPhone rejected to catch any of them.