Arriba

I wanted to see Away We Go, but Jane wasn't having any of the bittersweet socially awkward indie comedy and so we went see Up yesterday, which I have to admit was a much better use of a Sunday afternoon at the movies. We saw it in 3D, which was TOTALLY worth it as well, since the animation is really spectacular. It works in aging and loneliness and failure and evil (in the form of an aged Lindberghish Christopher Plummer, with herds of talking dogs) and how we resolve the loss of the things we always meant to do but never did. And yes, I did cry. Just at the beginning though.

That time of year

Summer in New York has come. There are barbecues, outdoor concerts, cafes serving salad, and girls in sandals everywhere. It rains almost every day, making the sandals a little inconvenient, but we are hoping for clearer skies soon.

Big Buses

I walked in front of one of those double decker tourist buses last night, and dashed back to the traffic island in the middle of the broad street. He was turning left onto Delancy from Chrystie, and we both had a green light. He actually stopped and leaned out the window to ask me why I went back, and I yelled back at him that is was because he was coming right for me. When a double decker bus is coming right at you, abstract concepts like the pedestrian right of way becomes kind of beside the point.