That's right

We are living it up in New York City, people.



This shit's limited edition!

Yesterday

Our landlady is the most anxious person I have ever met. She is flipping out on us, and it is driving me and Greg up the wall.

Yesterday afternoon she sent us a rawther rude email. To which I replied charmingly of course. She replied with another rude one, and steam started coming out of Greg's ears.

I am continuing my campaign of niceness, but it is plaguing both of us emotionally.

HENCE, last night at 11:00, this was happening:





Three kinds of ice cream. Homemade hot fudge and butterscotch sauce. Chopped peanuts.

STRESS-BUSTER SUNDAES!

Works good.

Make a mess!

All over the rug!

Gonna repaint the dresser

Blue.

(This doesn't work so well in the new apartment.)

Unheimlich

This really really looks like me:






















But alas is not. I do not have any shoes that great.

Craig saw this on The Sartorialist! (He is very good at finding my twins.)

Bird

Greg made this drawing today.



I know, isn't it great!???

French butter!

As good as Canadian butter?



We shall see.

Greg's excellent idea (New York butter = the worst).

Mystery

Why does it smell like manure??

Dr. Jones and me

I stopped by to feed our friends' cat Dr. Jones. He was lo-o-o-o-o-nely.



I gave him food.

Then some heavy petting:





Cute paws close-up!



OK bye Dr. Jones!

Found

I picked this up on the sidewalk where there was a Christmas tree stand in December.



I think this tree was . . . eleven years old? Or eight? Hard to tell.

Snacktime

Awesome!





I LOVE baked potatoes!

A very weird book

Staple bound.



"X-mas ’92."

Merry Christmas!

This baby cost fitty cents at the thrift store.

At work

There has been a bit of a shakeup.

Stella passed away.

George, seeing her pot empty, discarded his own and crawled into hers.



Pierre has a good thing going, and he's holding onto it.



Will an outsider move into George's old pot?



Stay tuned.

Research

Well, I ordered this book yesterday ($1.75!):



So basically I'm pretty sure I'll be rich soon.

Health

Greg and I are reviving our practice of having greens with every meal—we used to be almost unable to conceive of a meal without them, but somehow we slipped.

Last night, broccoli raab:



YUMMMMMMY! Thanks Greg.

I found this on the internet by accident just now:



































Henry Raab. Doesn't he have great hair? (He probably ate a lot of greens).

I used to sport a similar style. Well, the head part, not the face part (I wish!).

New Year's Eve shadow puppets

Yes, that is the Wicked Witch of the West there on the right.

She was harshing the vibe (what kind of shadow animal is that even supposed to be??), so I threw a bucket of water on her.

Do you have "house clothes"?

When I work at home on the weekend I like to wear my "work sweater" (semi-ugly, not overly clean oversized cardigan with pockets), a random t-shirt, this weird belt I made with my tube knitter, any of several pairs of "hobo pants" grabbed outta the laundry pile, and, of course, the ubiquitous blue cotton scarf. Also slippers if it is cold.

NEVER SOCKS! NEVER SKINNY JEANS!

Awesomeness!

Basket.





Small.

Thank you Village des Valeurs de Montréal for making my life.

Transportation

Trucks.



Airplanes.

From the bedroom.

Ack!

Disgusting!

We need a maid.

Greggy dresser menagerie

Donkey name of Teddy.



Polar bear cub.



Elephant!



Donkey with wings ("Donkasus").

I may or may not have made a couple of these.

Lesson

Do not get a nose job.

Graham Avenue

A nice modern sculpture.



Then I took the brick home with me.

I'm LOOKING

Mr. Greg got a blog!



The truth that should be.

I love it!

There are rules

Staples: in the trash.

Paperclips: throw away one or two "by accident."

Binder clips: only the Devil would put a binder clip in the garbage can.

Hence:



When you clear off your shelf every coupla months, spend an hour sorting and reclaiming the hardware.

Or get an intern to do it.

This little dude

Needs to take a chill pill.



I caught him scampering around on my desk and he got all belligerent.

Askin me for peanuts.

New Year's Eve day

Leave work around 3:30 and go to Central Park.



In this hand:



The best sandwich I have eaten in my entire LIFE!

In this bag:



Walnut brownie.

On the ol headphones: Jonathan Goldstein podcast.

OK, now walk around and look for skorls. Say Happy New Year to them!

(On the ol face: rhapsodic beam of joy.)

Mr. Snowman

He dead.

( . . . "The horror"?)

On the way to work yesterday

I really enjoy this guy's stance.

Someone else who is not me

I believe I am two degrees separated from this girl, but we haven't met.

I like her pichures.

































































Wha—a dog with a pacifier?!?!?!????