Texans Gone Wild: NYC edition*

Picture: Lola waiting for the bus near Times Square; taken with my Treo. We had a doctor's appointment for Lo with Dr. Richard, and caught the bus back from 50th Street.

I'm on day four of my trip to New York, and I'm starting to think about things other than work. I'm writing from my brother and sister-in-law's apartment in Chelsea. There's a Buddhist meeting in their living room, and I'm not quite ready to join the chanting. "NAM MYOHO RENGE KYO."

This morning I had breakfast at Cafe Mogador with Ed Halter and Thomas Beard. Ed just had a book published: From Sun Tzu to Xbox: War and Video Games. Ed and Thomas are a swell couple, and talking avant garde film/video shop with them is like scratching an itch with a long back scratcher/shoe horn with the creepy plastic hand. It satisfies!

I met with Tali Hinkis of Lovid, and had a botched playdate for the girls at the Riverrun Park (89th Street). Lola refused to leave her cousins and so I went to the playdate empty handed. Rama, Tali's daughter, was appropriately disappointed. Later, Tali and I walked down to the 79th Street Boat Basin, where I considered the feasibility of living on a houseboat in NYC. It seems possible, but was more expensive than I thought: $2500/month during the high season and less during the low, averaging about $2100/month for a 25' vessel. It would have to be a really really tall houseboat with an elevator to make it work.

*I am secretly a native Freeport, Long Islander (along with my boyz Lou Reed and Chuck D), but have lived in Texas for 11 years.