sweet and sour

i write this morning from a small table perched in a glassy enclave above 70th street with a misty view of the river. after an exhausting move (and my first semi-professional photo shoot), we're here. most of the boxes are now hidden in the second bedroom which has yet to see its furniture.

my plan for the day is to work out in our new gym, meet a friend for dim-sum in chinatown, and begin shopping for the big-ticket home accessories. sounds pretty perfect... except that there's an alternate version of today. the version where i get up, workout, meet my mom for sweet, zesty, lemon-ricotta pancakes at a nearby cafe. we wonder past the 75th street flea market, stop in at pottery barn and gracious home. she points out colors and textures that go with our apartment and our lives. she remembers items that we'll need that i never thought to buy. she might drag me down to abc carpet after i'm already pooped, but it'll have been worth it because she found the perfect rug on sale. i won't have to think of a thing because she has this down, every apartment or house she's rented or bought, a lesson in interior design. every day with me over the last 30 years a lesson in who i am and what i like. but today, the real today, i'm on my own... i have to remember everything or count on friends to help me think of what i might be forgetting. it's not bad... in fact, it's a very good day... just not the one i'd hoped for.

so excited...

this is what i've been waiting for. and, guess what? it's coming out right around my birthday. hmm... i wonder what i'll be asking for.

somethings good

this morning my dad and i did a walk-through of an apartment that mil and i may one day move into... one day, possibly in the next month. after all these years of hoping and wishing that i could live in an apartment where i could paint the walls... it seems that my wish may finally be coming true. we'll be a couple of blocks from the subway, a block from riverside park, three blocks to central park... and we will have a washer/dryer. all will seem right with the world.

all this, and mil rocked his most recent med school block ("block" = "course" in med-school-ese). phew!
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on an unrelated note, i was reading an old issue of "wired" recently, and i came across this interesting article about a suburban mom/judge who decided to try her hand at catching would-be terrorists online. so far, it seems like she might be more successful than the cia and all of its "advanced interrogation techniques."

new digs

so it seems mil and i might have found new digs... there are still some hurdles between us and our new place, but we're getting excited nonetheless. the biggest shocker -- to you and to us -- is that it's not in brooklyn. its a mere 11 blocks from our current abode... 11 blocks further from brooklyn, in fact. mil seems to be entranced enough by the second bedroom and the washer/dryer to ignore this rather glaring flaw. the walk-in closet might have helped as well. i, of course, will then be 11 blocks closer to work, so it doesn't work out too bad for me either. i will keep you apprised of the situation as it moves along, but long-distance friends will hopefully have a room of your own to stay in when you visit. yay!

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giving in

so, i did it. i caved in and got dvr. i love it. mil hates it (and loves it). i can watch roseanne and spongebob and the daily show and changing rooms (or "cheenging rums" as i like to say), and i can record one of them if i'm not home or something better is also on. it's heaven! i was debating it for a while. i prefer real life to television, and i don't want to have kids who spend their childhood glued to a tv. but then again, i hate commercials and appointment tv... so the benefits seem to outweigh the costs... for now.

i've also discovered youtube. i can now bore you with videos of the minutia of my day. yay! today's videos are of my ski trip last spring to get you in the mood for winter... bon hiver!


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