"As heard on Late Show with David Letterman," read the cheeseball sign

The NYC trip was pretty great. I'll write in more detail in a little while but I'm a little lazy today, so here's the summary:

Fancy Italian lunch with a view. Yo La Tengo, Stephen Malkmus, and Laura Cantrell: free show, Battery Park. Hanging with sister's fiance. Two Yo La Tengo shirts, one Laura Cantrell shirt. Matador Records magnets. Almost perfect pizza for dinner. Part of The Thing and first thirty minutes of Conan the Barbarian before sleep.

Next day: bagels and newspaper with sister. Four cd's from Other Music: Laura Cantrell x 2, Guitar Wolf, glam rock compilation. Two hot dogs and papaya drink from Gray's Papaya. Film Forum series,"Paramount Before the Code", 2 movies for one price: Pick-up (1933) and Ladies of the Big House (1931), both directed by Marion Gering and starring Sylvia Sidney. Delightful old folks in the audience. Walk 42 blocks to Port Authority bus terminal. Pass Gourmet Garage. Suddenly remember what one buys at Gourmet Garage.

Buy two. Spend hours trying to figure out if I can bring them over the U.S.-Canada border (dairy foodstuffs, I don't know). Buy old-but-new-to-me Evan Dorkin comic book. Buy bus ticket to Newark Airport. Kill time at internet cafe. Buy shredded beef bowl. Ride bus. Wait at airport. Make tacky mental jokes about tacky Russian women in International Arrivals waiting area, eg "Are the mail-order brides waiting for their mail-order bridesmaids?" Meet up with mom. Meet up with other sister. Drive everybody home. Get to sleep at 2 a.m.

It was such a fucking great trip. The music, the movies, the walking, owning cheese that was handled by Amy Sedaris ... goddamn. Dave = one happy fella.

Today? Today's another story. General humidity and timidity and and and ... argh. But oh! I did get the soundtrack cd of The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3 in the mail today. So that's pretty good. But damn do I buy a lot of shit.