Tonight we're trick-or-treating, singing at the Community Cafe, and returning next door for a party. I'll have to tell my neighbor that the guy whose sign they posted is threatening me with a lawsuit.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
No Time to Blog
. . .But I wanted to post something in honor of the day, tho' it's sure to convince some Drydenites that I'm a witch. Oh, right, some already think so, and I have the letter from Williamson, Clune & Stevens to prove it.
Tonight we're trick-or-treating, singing at the Community Cafe, and returning next door for a party. I'll have to tell my neighbor that the guy whose sign they posted is threatening me with a lawsuit.
Tonight we're trick-or-treating, singing at the Community Cafe, and returning next door for a party. I'll have to tell my neighbor that the guy whose sign they posted is threatening me with a lawsuit.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Love/Hate
I've had a love-hate relationship with NYC for some time, and it was magnified this weekend. I love seeing the spires rise out of the fog as I drive in; I hate the looming blankness where the twin towers once stood. I have no problem navigating the crowded streets and can even calmly maneuver along the unmarked lanes and pitted pavement of the Cross-Bronx after nightfall, as I did to reach PZ's and Lisa's place on City Island, where I spent Thursday and Friday nights. However, I hate navigating the crowded sidewalks, and I hate the cabbies who always manage to hit the nearest puddle with a WHOOOSH just as I enter the crosswalk, and I hate the van that rear-ended me not two minutes after I exited the tunnel and turned up 8th Avenue. I love being able to view the Dutch Masters, as DZ, Phil, and I did Friday night after having a glass of wine in the balcony of the Met. I hate that the Met now suggests a $20 donation and charges close to double digits for a glass of wine, and that you have to be strip searched just to enter the building. I love grabbing pastrami on rye at the Stage Deli (tho' no one could eat the whole thing alone), or a knish across the street at Lindy's (where a nice woman from Houston asked, "What is that?" and then was so grateful that I took the time to talk to her), and having Turkish meze split three ways on the Upper East Side or cute ravioli stuffed with acorn squash in brown butter at Gabriel's on West 61st. I hate that people who can't possibly live anywhere nearby shop in the ridiculous bigger-than-Wegman's Whole Foods below the new hideous capitalist-pigs-on-display Time Warner building that practically encloses Columbus Circle and is guarded by a phalanx of police. 
DZ wondered if I ever want to move back--she thinks about it with fondness from time to time. I don't.
I'll blog a bit about the convention later.
DZ wondered if I ever want to move back--she thinks about it with fondness from time to time. I don't.
I'll blog a bit about the convention later.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Bright Lights, Big City
I'm off to NYC for the NYSSBA Convention. Back Saturday late, and it's back to the campaign.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Watch It Burn
Here's a remarkable Google map (I can't post it, unfortunately) that shows hour by hour what's up in the area right around the Big Zs' place in Cardiff-by-the-Sea. The new fire in Fairbanks Ranch is just about 9 miles from them.
Politics, Dryden Style. Not.
Last night's meet-the-candidates event disintegrated into the ugliest display of mindless partisanship I've seen since I was slammed for staring at my fingernails as people lamely rambled on and on about Freeville School at a BOE meeting back in 2001. GOP veterans planted in the audience blathered about the POW/MIA flag (the issue is more clearly explained on Simon's blog), and John Bailey called Mary Ann's faith into question, based on comments she'd written in the past on her own blog. Since John and I have gotten down and dirty over evolution (he once told me that perhaps I had emerged from primordial ooze, but he was the product of a loving God), that didn't surprise me. But I am seriously considering moving our business elsewhere. I mean, I'm godless, so surely my money is, too.
Although I mentioned both red-baiting and swift-boating in my response on radio and TV, the WHCU webpage just mentions my pleasure at getting a female supervisor. I should have been more specific. Although I admire her ability to spin and be glib, I think Cheryl Nelson would make a fairly terrible representative of our town.
Although I mentioned both red-baiting and swift-boating in my response on radio and TV, the WHCU webpage just mentions my pleasure at getting a female supervisor. I should have been more specific. Although I admire her ability to spin and be glib, I think Cheryl Nelson would make a fairly terrible representative of our town.
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