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I'm sure I won't remember everything I wanted to write, but.

A week (?) ago, I spent what turned out to be two full days with C and (to borrow a nickname) C-prime. It turned out to be more... emotionally involved?... deep?... than any of us, I think, had anticipated. Very good in the end, with bonding, staring at pretty-colored skies and fiber-optic light toys, and music. I think I have a new favorite band discovery of the year -- just in the nick of time! -- Dogwood Moon blew me away. I realized, about halfway through the concert we went to, that I'd heard them on WERS before, but they are definitely a duo to see live. Their stage presence is amazing, and they are talented musicians with killer songwriting skillz.

In other news: C and I had probably the most monumental laughing fit of our lives right at or around Solstice. Poor thing, she's still delusional, and I am afraid this prolonged laughing experience will just cement in her head the error of her ways. I cannot believe that it is not obvious to her: light-blue Extra gum is inherently superior in flavor to dark-blue Extra. Sigh. She is my best friend, though, and I must forgive her the folly.

Now I am in NYC, for the MLA conference. Things are just getting going, the first session I attended was yesterday evening; before that, I spent time wandering around the Village and Lower West Side and going to museums. Saw an amazing portrait photography exhibit at the Met, Richard... uh... Avedon?... I don't have time to check now. Saw also other cool things at the Met, where I spent half a day; but didn't get to the Japanese calligraphy exhibit, because (a) it was almost time to go meet katre, and (b) my legs were falling off. Then yesterday went to the International Center of Photography, where there's an exhibit of work by a guy nicknamed Weegee (from the Ouija board), who photographed people, animals and things using kaleidoscopic filters, bent plastic filters, etc. Really fun. There was also a one-room exhibit of photos by a guy who followed freedom riders and other civil rights activists around; educational and sad. Finally, there was a large exhibit of 19th-century photos by one of photography's pioneers. Again, I forget his name, which is written down on a piece of paper in the other room.

But enough about photogrpahy, because I wanted to use my remaining few minutes to rave about Sushi Park. It's a little place by Astor Place (I wasn't sure if the street was actually Astor or St. Mark's). Ohhhh my goodness. Yummy things, cheaply. Mmmm. And for dessert, cream puffs we'd bought earlier, katre and Duchess and I, at a very cool Japanese grocery store in midtown.

OK, now I go in search of coffee and then head out to putter around the exhibits hall before a crazymad day of sessions begins.

(no subject)

I'm sure I won't remember everything I wanted to write, but.

A week (?) ago, I spent what turned out to be two full days with C and (to borrow a nickname) C-prime. It turned out to be more... emotionally involved?... deep?... than any of us, I think, had anticipated. Very good in the end, with bonding, staring at pretty-colored skies and fiber-optic light toys, and music. I think I have a new favorite band discovery of the year -- just in the nick of time! -- Dogwood Moon blew me away. I realized, about halfway through the concert we went to, that I'd heard them on WERS before, but they are definitely a duo to see live. Their stage presence is amazing, and they are talented musicians with killer songwriting skillz.

In other news: C and I had probably the most monumental laughing fit of our lives right at or around Solstice. Poor thing, she's still delusional, and I am afraid this prolonged laughing experience will just cement in her head the error of her ways. I cannot believe that it is not obvious to her: light-blue Extra gum is inherently superior in flavor to dark-blue Extra. Sigh. She is my best friend, though, and I must forgive her the folly.

Now I am in NYC, for the MLA conference. Things are just getting going, the first session I attended was yesterday evening; before that, I spent time wandering around the Village and Lower West Side and going to museums. Saw an amazing portrait photography exhibit at the Met, Richard... uh... Avedon?... I don't have time to check now. Saw also other cool things at the Met, where I spent half a day; but didn't get to the Japanese calligraphy exhibit, because (a) it was almost time to go meet katre, and (b) my legs were falling off. Then yesterday went to the International Center of Photography, where there's an exhibit of work by a guy nicknamed Weegee (from the Ouija board), who photographed people, animals and things using kaleidoscopic filters, bent plastic filters, etc. Really fun. There was also a one-room exhibit of photos by a guy who followed freedom riders and other civil rights activists around; educational and sad. Finally, there was a large exhibit of 19th-century photos by one of photography's pioneers. Again, I forget his name, which is written down on a piece of paper in the other room.

But enough about photogrpahy, because I wanted to use my remaining few minutes to rave about Sushi Park. It's a little place by Astor Place (I wasn't sure if the street was actually Astor or St. Mark's). Ohhhh my goodness. Yummy things, cheaply. Mmmm. And for dessert, cream puffs we'd bought earlier, katre and Duchess and I, at a very cool Japanese grocery store in midtown.

OK, now I go in search of coffee and then head out to putter around the exhibits hall before a crazymad day of sessions begins.