My, spring break was a long time ago
Meanwhile, in more personal news:
I saw Faust at Prospect Park. I would have enjoyed it more had they figured out a way to have sub-/supra-titles.
I went to DC, went to the Market Inn, Matchbox, the Hirschhorn, National Gallery of Art (which has Tony Smith's "Die," a favorite piece of art since I saw a picture of it first year in college, and these Rothkos.) and the Air and Space museum, but not the one I'd really like to go to, the National Archives (which has awesome preservation technology) and brunch at the Corcoran gallery.
I went to Cape Cod, for a wedding of a high school friend, with a third friend flying in from Seattle to visit me and go to the wedding. This included a beautiful wedding (with fireworks!) and sitting on Nauset beach, willing the weather to get warmer, eating fried fish with onion rings there, eating giant pancakes at Nonnie's Country Kitchen in Orleans, and clam chowder at the Squire in Chatham, and realizing I will never ever be rich enough to own a house on Cape Cod. Also, turning down certain death by taking a taxi instead of trying to walk through a traffic rotary.
I also had my birthday somewhere in there. Tapas for dinner that day, with a later celebration at my favorite New York bar. I saw "28 Weeks Later" earlier in the day, which was excellent and a very well done sequel, despite the fact I had to avert my eyes during parts.
Meanwhile, I'm nearing the end of a long Six Feet Under marathon, saw the Serra exhibit at the MOMA, doing crosswords instead of teaching young minds about chemistry and dying of heat exhaustion.
I saw Faust at Prospect Park. I would have enjoyed it more had they figured out a way to have sub-/supra-titles.
I went to DC, went to the Market Inn, Matchbox, the Hirschhorn, National Gallery of Art (which has Tony Smith's "Die," a favorite piece of art since I saw a picture of it first year in college, and these Rothkos.) and the Air and Space museum, but not the one I'd really like to go to, the National Archives (which has awesome preservation technology) and brunch at the Corcoran gallery.
I went to Cape Cod, for a wedding of a high school friend, with a third friend flying in from Seattle to visit me and go to the wedding. This included a beautiful wedding (with fireworks!) and sitting on Nauset beach, willing the weather to get warmer, eating fried fish with onion rings there, eating giant pancakes at Nonnie's Country Kitchen in Orleans, and clam chowder at the Squire in Chatham, and realizing I will never ever be rich enough to own a house on Cape Cod. Also, turning down certain death by taking a taxi instead of trying to walk through a traffic rotary.
I also had my birthday somewhere in there. Tapas for dinner that day, with a later celebration at my favorite New York bar. I saw "28 Weeks Later" earlier in the day, which was excellent and a very well done sequel, despite the fact I had to avert my eyes during parts.
Meanwhile, I'm nearing the end of a long Six Feet Under marathon, saw the Serra exhibit at the MOMA, doing crosswords instead of teaching young minds about chemistry and dying of heat exhaustion.