Now, I’m no rocket scientist, so I can only think of one thing that one might use this particular device to measure. Found while walking to work through the Fashion District.

While the game may have been rained out, that did not preclude enjoying the stadium, and all it had to offer. The following are examples of why both YouTube and portable video cameras are amazing, especially in an area where alcohol is publicly served.

And here are the photos…

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Sex Advice From Casserole Bakers

You might recognize one of the interview subjects…

City Wendy recently shared a great post on letting go of her car in preparation for moving to NYC… It got me to thinking about when I moved to the city, and how hard it was to sell my own:

I remember selling my Jeep when I moved to NYC. Kt remembers that Jeep… it practically defined me (in all my Han Solo glory). A Jeep is a car like an F16 is a plane… it’s more than just transportation. When you drive a Jeep, and you encounter someone else on the road also driving a Jeep, you wave at one another. I don’t know why, but you do. Selling it was one of the hardest things I ever did.

I bought it when I moved out of my mom’s house at 16, and it was the only thing I could count on… even when it broke down it was reliable, in that I could fix whatever was wrong with a crescent wrench, a pair of pliers, and a screwdriver. I drove it distances it was never designed for, in weather it performed poorly in, and with more passengers than was safe. I once had a hitch-hiker ask to be let out because he was scared to ride with me at 70 miles an hour.

When it’s raining, and you’re walking with your umbrella at eye-level, watch where the fuck you’re going.

Seriously.

You injured me today, I didn’t like it, you didn’t like the name I called you, and it was all totally avoidable.

Oh, and by the way, the rain had stopped, so put your effing umbrella away, ‘kay? 

I can’t help it… when I rehearse in the Village, I always end up going out for drinks, which means by the time I get back to Astoria and wind down I’m looking at 2AM or later bedtimes.

Things I’ve noticed about Astoria late at night on a Monday: people throw potatoes (drunk frat types); car alarms go off when you walk by (even if you don’t touch them); the windows are all active#–people in Astoria must stay up late and watch television, or sleep with it on. Almost every window has some light or another flickering in the dark.

Things I’ve noticed about me late at night on a Monday: I can’t convince myself to sleep, even knowing the schedule I have for tomorrow is going to be killer; the New Yorker, having arrived on the stairs as it does (nearly) every Monday, is a reminder that no matter how hard I try I will never finish all the reading I’d like; I can’t get people out of my head#–I keep playing back conversations and wondering whether I said or did the wrong thing (family, friendships, etc). I’m not the most social person in the world, and apparently I think about that late at night and type it up on the Internets.

Oh, you missed out… the BBQ was soooooo gooooooood.