Friday, October 23, 2009

Because you can never Keep Calm enough...

Inspiration = 9F

ggg thanks 9F for inspiring an impromptu British Tourism Council video search on YouTube :)

Monday, October 19, 2009

Sunday, October 18, 2009

New England's Most Haunted Places

Bah Humbug.

Weekend splurge of necessity, not luxury (so I justify...)

I had intended to wait far longer before purchasing new Uggs, but my trip to Boston yesterday and subsequent return to undignified temperatures in NYC prompted a change in the 2009 Ugg purchase timeline...

As an aside, something I have never understood is why the Ugg advertisers always place the boot models in locals that don't really look as if they require Uggs. It calls to mind my days in Miami when the temperature would hit 68 and everyone would rush out and buy ski parkas and sherpa everything. Oh, nostalgia.

Pedal Peepers in Vermont

"And then there were the trees, a patchwork of scarlet, orange and yellow that transformed a vista into something so perfect it almost didn’t look real."

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Hot hot heat.

It is now officially autumn in NYC, and for the first time this year, even I have to admit that it's cold. For those of you who are blissfully unacquainted with NYC radiator policies, most buildings in the city have automatic heat adjustment. What is this, you ask? Why, it is the scourge of Satan.

In order for the heat in most buildings to kick on, it has to hit 42 degrees outside and stay that way for 72 consecutive hours. Not until hour 73 is the Heat God (a.k.a. fancy thermo-computer in the basement) satisfied that it is, in fact, winter. Once Heat God has ascertained the season, he proceeds to blast/melt you out of your apartment by turning your radiator against you and smothering you with 100 degree heat. Which then forces you to either open your windows (if it's not snowing/raining) or turn on your air conditioner (if it is) in order not to wake up transformed into a pool of human paraffin on the floor.

While I am praying for Hour 73 right now, I know that the moment my radiator comes to life, I will be wishing for this very moment - sitting freezing at my computer wearing five coats, staring lustfully at my radiator, with my tiny space heater blowing directly on my scuff-covered feet.