Twentysomething

Conversations overheard absurd werd: Hipster enclave: a coffeeshop in the Village [A] Like omigod I had dinner with David the other night and like all he talked about was Elizabeth; I mean, he didn't even know her name two weeks ago and now it's non-stop,

To keep alive, sky high, floating up spring awakening moving – to keep moving, like back back, on the bus, drowsy, lidded eyes, fuzzy haze red and pink, sunlight bouncing off the shades – riding buses through China, Laos, Jordan, Cappaddoccia; rice fields and deserts, jungles and ruins – they gallop past, half

I found two new good eats in the East Village today. Both are locally run and make their ingredients fresh and on-site. Nicky's Vietnamese Sandwiches (150 E. 2nd Street).  Fresh warm baguettes, savory meats and dark coffee.  Up here in Manhattan, I don't get a

A couple of shows that will pry me away from my magazines and blank screen (I hate that screen, staring at me sullenly, daring me to type something trite -- I'll show it!) History Channel:  This is one of my favorite stations -- who doesn't like shows about

It was 75 degrees two days ago, and now there's a snowstorm. Crazy!  I don't mind. I love snowstorms – probably cause I don't have to trudge to work. Tomorrow if it holds I'll hopefully have a chance to snap some photos.  Some

Imagine if Hagar the Horrible (ok, fine – reality then) Leif Ericsson invaded a coastal town in the tenth century, and instead of razing it to the ground, he said, "Woops – sorry there wench, our muddy boots have stained your dirt floor – let us clean it up for you."