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This is my new South Beach friend Chad whom I met during some downtime over the shoot this weekend- a very nice dude who in comparing Miami to New York City could only say, “Sarah, Miami is crazy…CRAZY.” Chad also invited me to take my clothes off and come for a swim… half-jokingly of course. I giggled awkwardly and said no… half-jokingly of course.

Miami is crazy, but I’m pretty sure Chad and I have different reasons for thinking so. He’s talking about the sun, the clubs, and the drinks by the pool. I’m talking about the 12 hour shoot day and singing Martika songs at the top of my lungs in between each take.

That’s the kind of crazy that happens when you and your crew exist on nothing but cafe con leches from Cafe Bustelo for four days. Yes, New Yorkers…there is a very real and very trendy Cafe Bustelo. That’s a bit difficult for me to swallow considering I can buy a pound of this stuff for 2 bucks at my corner bodega. We drank gallons to make it through all of the work and to recover from the play we squeezed in the night before.

The iced latte made lovely company on my walking tour of the Gansevoort’s property where we stayed and shot a lot of our material. I should have brought five of those with me to counter the effects of the sun on my New York January brain. The minute I finished my cold coffee drink, I got terribly lost on the boardwalk and stumbled into a gorgeous pool area I hadn’t seen the day before. I was furious that we had not been offered this location to shoot for a good 15 minutes… until I realized I was in the wrong hotel.

Miami is crazy, or at least I am.

The good news is, I made it home yesterday in time to celebrate my iPod’s fourth birthday.

When I turned 30 on January 25th, I treated myself to my first video iPod and took advantage of Apple’s free engraving. Every time I turn my iPod over or drop it, (because I do that all the time), I see the words “30 is fantastic!”. That was one of my best years ever. After 4 years, I finally felt settled in NYC. I started saying “career” instead of job. The line between my friends and family became blurry as we all grew up together and grew closer.

For those of you who have yet to turn 30, it’s all about getting on the right path and having confidence enough to move forward. Sooooo great.

What would I engrave on the back of a new iPod to commemorate 34? Please…no idea yet.
My little 30G video is still working just fine. It’s a little banged up and the sync seems to be a bit off. I find myself saying things like “Where is the latest ‘This American Life’ podcast?!” It doesn’t matter. That little guy, and all of the wonderful things that have happened to me in the 4 years we have been together, are with me where ever I go.

I will wait for the iTablet to be released before I engrave 34’s assessment anywhere. I have a feeling it’s all about the re-set; new paths, new places, new people. No one knows exactly what the iTablet will look like, but it looks like there will be a lot more room on the back to write it all down.

Ever since I bought Jay-Z’s new album, “On to the Next One” has been on obsessive-compulsive iPod repeat; an aspirational song as to where things are headed for me in this next year. The title alone is enough to get you worked up, but this video is mind-blowing. Thanks god my ancient iPod has video.

Thanks to my friend Danielle for pointing it out to me on Facebook, and who is apparently going through the same problem with this song.

Don’t watch unless you’re prepared for this video to completely take over your life.