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It is snowing in New York City. And not the nice pretty snow but the wet, slushy, cold snow. This weather can make for a long day at the office. But one thing that has definitely helped the day pass by is my recent discovery of the band The Script. They are so great! I know I might be a bit behind when it comes to music discoveries but I plan on going home and downloading all their music, especially Breakeven, which when I played it caused one of my coworkers to shout "Oh my god is that the Script? I love them!". Check them out now or if you are already a big the Script fan, let me know your favorite songs so I can listen!

Without fail, every times I tell someone where I work and what I do I get the a variation of the same question. "An Irish magazine? Well at least you're working and getting experience"; "How did you end up at an Irish magazine"; and the ultimate "but you're not Irish...".

It's true. I'm not Irish, not even a little bit. I'm 100% Indian, technically Persian if you go back a couple dozen centuries. I'm not Christian, although I celebrate Christmas like its going out of style. I'm Zoroastrian, which is actually the first monotheistic religion upon which Christianity and Judaism were built. And perhaps most damaging of all, my mum was born and raised in London, England. And with my duel citizenship that makes me British.