So begins (or rather ends) another week in New York. I saw this painted on the side of a building walking east on Baltic St. in Brooklyn not 15 minutes ago.
I’m out here killing time/exploring the nabe as I came from Cobble Hill, where my potential French tutee lives. I was just interviewed by her Mom at their nice brownstone. Don’t know if I’ll get it, but things seemed promising. In a little more than an hour, I have to be at the Community Board 8 monthly meeting. Not really looking forward to it, but hey, that’s life.
I headed east on Baltic St. and came to 5th Ave. and discovered what in a matter of minutes has become my new favorite coffee house (and yes, I still don’t drink coffee): Gorilla Coffee. Why, you ask? Well, when I stepped in there were no less than four people sitting at tables with their iBooks/Powerbooks popped open, enjoying WiFi goodness. The shop has notices that they’re fair trade coffee and they have a neat logo of a red gorilla — oh, and they make a pretty darn good iced mocha too.
Afternoon get together with Heidi on Friday. I have an audition for the Columbia Wind Ensemble on Saturday. Wish me luck.
And it seems that there’s some speculation in the blogosphere that the newly released Bush documents were forged.
Oh, and Colin Powell finally came to his senses.
And the Washington Post just figured out that university campuses are rife with P2P music downloading. Were all of their tech writers in cryogenic storage since 1998? What’s the deal with this?
