New York Magazine put out their 35th anniversary issue and it's marvelous. The city is amazing now but I wonder what it was really like in the day. I sense the fresh paint on it now, the Disneyfication of it all; I can see the ghosts of what used to be but I don't really know. What was it like in those crazy days? Times Square, the Son of Sam, the '77 blackouts? The crime, the fear, the blood just underneath the surface?


Entries have been few and far between lately, I know. I've become addicted to AIM and have forgotten about poor little blogger. So easily distracted...

Oh, and the books and records over there on the side are hopelessly outdated too. I'm enjoying Caitlin Cary's new one and still trying to figure out if I like the new White Stripes and Radiohead. Daylight saving is over so it may be time to break out the reggae again.


The boyfriend has just discovered NOW with Bill Moyers and has a season pass to it now on the Tivo. So it just came on while I had the TV on in the background. They had the editor of Editor & Publisher on. (I thought that was kind of funny; ah, to be the editor of Editor & Publisher!) So anyway, it's coverage of war coverage, a nice long-form interview that I'm only half-paying attention to.

Their second segment is on media consolidation, something that naturally strikes close to home for me. If I move to Big City, I'll have to work for one of these big corporations if I want to work in commercial radio.

I still have to write that big article. My only hope is to write something ridiculously academic. I also still have to do my taxes. And the boyfriends taxes. (Irony: he will probably get the highest grade in his Tax Law class this semester, but the 1040 EZ still scares him.) He's gone this weekend so no distractions, boo.

I was gonna go out tonight but I'm tired of dealing with people. I feel grungy. Plus I've been treating myself too often to meals out (v. unusual) and need to be a little more sensible about the spending. Already today I ate lunch and dinner out. Well, I had Subway stamps for dinner, so it only cost me a dollar for the soda you have to buy. My little sandwich artist was so stoned; I felt bad for him.

My latest New York magazine has an article that talks about our personal experiences with others; the moment when we find out where our acquaintances, friends, coworkers stand on the war. For some reason I found it really good, really intimate and personal. (I could've just been loopy and exhausted and tired of war coverage at the very end of the day.) It's funny how some people will rush to tell you their stance, and it's just as funny to watch myself react. I'm often more guarded about revealing my stance with people who have viewpoints similar to mine and I'm not sure why that is. Maybe I just like hearing them explain themselves and see where they find their strong arguments, what's important to them.