P.S. I'm going to see White Christmas on Broadway with my parents on Friday!!! What a week!
+ Tastespotting (for the best food porn/recipe search around) and Supercook (the handiest recipe tool ever invented. EVER.)
+ Chelsea Market and mango-nectarines
+ Sunday in the Park with George
+ Urban garden planning
+ Nellie McKay - "David"
+ Half-day Fridays (We get out at 2 on Friday until August!)
+ Guy & Gallard coffee and the guys who now know my order because I go there every morning
+ SimCity 4
+ Black & white cookies
+ Never washing my dishes (I need to get on that)
+ Not mowing the lawn (I need to get on that too)
+ Billy Joel in a week!
+ Wanting things I can't afford
+ ETA: $3 Margarita Mondays at Maracas (How could I have forgotten that one?)
That city is my heart and soul. It's the only place I can be entirely alone, without a friend in sight and still feel at home anyway. I miss it, and my heart aches to be there and has done so now for 18 years… It's New York. It was always New York and it will always be New York. Now that I know I'm not going to spend my freshman year at NYU... deep down inside... the only part that is really, intensly bothering me... is that I won't be in New York City. For another year of my life, I won't be in New York City.
I see it like this... we all have a soul, an essence, a central part of our being, whatever you wish to call it, that defines who we truly are on the inside. I believe a little piece of mine lives in New York. I honestly do. It's the part of me that keeps me coming back and that makes me never want to leave. I don't think I can ever be truly happy w/o that little piece of me, either. I mean, I can come extremely close, 99.9%, but that one tiny bit that can get me to 100% is only a part of me when I'm in NY because when I'm there, no matter how crappy things may go, I'm still extremely happy… In a way, NYC is my soulmate. I get that feeling in New York which other people describe as the feeling behind finding the one person they are meant to live the rest of their life with. In other words, I feel as though I've found the one city I am meant to live the rest of my life with.
It's hard to spin when you don't win
Did I mention one week ago, in the wake of landslide losses in Virginia and Maryland, that the Hillary Clinton campaign resembled the Titanic just as the second-class cabins were starting to flood? I did indeed. But here's an update:
The water is ascending the grand staircase, and threatening the first-class dinnerware.
It's hard to imagine how the Clinton people can possibly spin away what happened last night in Wisconsin, when in reality the next round of voters, in Ohio and Texas, will awaken this morning to news stories declaring that Barack Obama has buried Hillary in yet another landslide; that, on a percentage basis, Hillary lost almost as badly as Mike Huckabee lost to John McCain on the Republican side; that Obama has now won 10 contests in succession (the 10th was Hawaii, last night), all of them blowouts; and that, most importantly, he has effectively whittled away at her electoral base, to the point where large chunks of that base seem poised to defect.