I need to get my house in order, so to speak.

foot patrol
I took a rare trip up to Williamsburg last night to catch a friend’s boyfriend’s band, Foot Patrol. They featured a “foot juggler” as part of their troupe. It looks like the place is empty, but they actually had a good crowd; everyone was just standing back to let this girl do her thing, which was quite impressive (she was twirling and tossing these mats like pizza dough).

Night Liberty

From a private boat tour of New York Harbor to celebrate the launch of a friend’s novel a year or two back.

TV

Sans squirrel.

Chocolate chickens, Nemours

At a sweets shop in Nemours, France, on the road from Paris to Beaune. Because they’re cute.

Wonder Wheel

I think I’ve been out to Coney Island more in the past three months than in all of my time in New York to this point. First was a long run with TNT out to the boardwalk early in May. Then I’ve run out there on my own, plus finished up the Brooklyn Half Marathon there. Then Will and I met some friends out there for the season opener for the Brooklyn Cyclones, and last Monday we returned to Keyspan Stadium to see Wilco perform. Finally, on Friday night I joined a lovely group of cyclists to brave the rain and fog to ride out to the island and enjoy the fireworks (which are set off from the beach every Friday night in the summer), a ride on the fabled Wonder Wheel, and some junk food and beer at a boardwalk dive bar. I have to say, my affection for the place grows with each visit. Photo above is from a daytime bike ride Will and I took out to the boardwalk back in September for my very first ride on the Wheel. I think my fear of heights is abating enough to go on the sliding cars next time…

View from my balcony

Here was the view from my hotel room balcony on the morning of the Lake Placid Half Marathon last month. I think the scenery really did distract me from the difficulty of the course; I missed my personal goal by 1 minute, 11 seconds, but still set a personal record, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. I’m training still/again for the NYC Half Marathon next month, which will be interesting. Easier course, worse scenery and weather, utterly panic-inducing crowds (probably more than 12,000 runners, as opposed to about 2,000 at Lake Placid). Can I shave that 1:11 plus a little more off my time under such conditions?

Squirrel

Squirrel in Princeton. They’re just a little cleaner, cuter, preppier down there.

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In Harlem. I’m actually pretty surprised this sign has survived.

Nihilistic Baby

I know it’s a little lazy to post a photo of a photo, but this one always makes me giggle. This was in the display window of a portrait studio in Reykjavik; if this kid is so world-weary as a chubby infant, I can’t wait to see what a disaffected teen he’ll make.

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