.new york, i love you.

Here's the breakdown:

• I can't believe Canal Street is no longer the home to all things counterfeit. It just won't be the same walking around without some guy pushing a piece of paper with pictures of fake Chanel bags in your hand. Is this also the cut down of the baby turtle trade?
• Oooo, this looks good.
  
• Look at these sad, sad numbers. Come on Williamsburg, even my neighborhood is beating you - and you know those Census (Censi?) didn't come in Chinese (only Spanish/English - Dios bendiga América).
• This is upsetting to me.
• I watched the final scenes of Alejandro Jodorowsky's Holy Mountain during dinner last night, not such a good idea. A FYI really.
• I don't know which I like more, Lost or watching Lost with my Mom 195 miles away with commentary via text message. Classic from her, "Oh fuck noooooo" (verbatim). Classic from me, "Excellentness.....Whoa! Who was that in the preview?!"
• Oh Inky, you silly cat.
• Photo above is from the snowpocalypse or whatever they were calling it. Just a reminder to myself really as I grumbled my way to an interview with heels and a blazer in 90 degree weather.