From the time I was a squishy big headed squeaker riding a tractor wagon through my grandmother’s flower gardens in Newtown Square, I’ve always fallen for this time of year. Now after essentially ten years without a change in season, this Spring has got me all a twitter. I find myself mumbling about cherry blossoms, dogwoods and rhododendron and just marveling at what is surely the luckiest, most beautiful one block walk from the subway a fella could have.

Oh it used to be so easy in LA. I was well on my way to seeing the entire cast of Head of the Class. Dennis, Ms. Meara, and Mr. Moore. I had em all. Dennis was actually on my flight to NY from LA! But now that were settling into the New York way of life, I’ve seen an entirely different kind of celebrity. The reality show kind. So shopping at Fairway market – Alex McCord with her adorable little son talking about becoming a marine biologist with the fish monger. Outside Momofuko, Victorya Hong the always kind of angry one from Project Runway. In fact last time I was here, I saw Jai from Queer Eye outside a gym. Anyway – reality is much more real in New York. Oh and I saw the Pope today. Twice. Totally underwhelming.

Back in blossom filled New York. You can almost smell the urine of summer. Last night we enjoyed a Stravinsky concert at the Morgan Library and dodged a few raindrops back to the F Train. The F is the 22 Fillmore of NY. And someone needs to start a daily review site for all the various homeless pitches on that train. Instead of stars it should be used Metrocards. Would I give more MCs to “Morty” for his played down approach, the barely able to carry a tune quartet that sang In the Jungle into my ear, or for toothless Dream Shirt man who asked for hugs from the attractive people on the train? I dunno, but someone should be rating this stuff. Unless that’s offensive, and then of course not.
*This image is a Raymond Pettibon, that now that I think about it is a somewhat spring-timey limited edition print that I just bought. Soon to replace some weird thing hanging at the end of our hall. Enjoy the buds!

I find myself back in the arms of Los Angeles for the week. Sitting atop the freeway in the Angeleno Hotel, listening to the constant roar of the 405. It’s like they designed this to be a traffic themed hotel. It even looks like a parking garage.

So many cardboard boxes. We’re still digging out from the cross country move. Kellie and I are fighting the cold. AGAIN. Which meant we spent Easter in the Emergency Room at Chester County Hospital. They didn’t have any marshmallow peeps or honey baked ham there, but they did put me on anti-biotics which I hope finally kill this damn cold once and for all. Good news is that I don’t have pneumonia or influenza, but whatever I have has got ahold of me good. And no amount of extra spicy Thai takeout is helping! But given that I’m eating so much of it, I want to give a shout out to the fine folks at Ghang Thai in Brooklyn. It’s still early, but in the new-to-the-city takeout competition of 2008, they’re pulling ahead.

One of the many reasons why I love Tracy Morgan. Watch this. But also mainly for things like this clip from Totally Awesome. Did that movie ever come out?? Peekaboo, I wanna hump you! (Which, it should be noted, should never be said while wearing the Eliot Spitzer mask below. *shudder*)

Lots to discuss now that we’re in NYC. Sorry for not posting more. Surrounded by moving boxes, metro cards, and figuring out where to eat at work. Finally joined Facebook, so that’s something to look forward to. Also, Obama has math on his side. And Eliot Spitzer has nothing on his side. Who votes for this as best Halloween mask in 08?

And on the jorb front, this is a pic of the Park Avenue Armory, my new place of employment. Sorry that all my images of New York are old-timey, but I’m just excited to be going back to a place that actually has history, as opposed to the relentless new of the West. I’m going to be Program Manager of this crazy space which served as a social hall and drill facility for the military. Other bits of interest, this is where Louis Armstrong lay in wait during his viewing. You can see more about the Armory here.

Kellie and I are back from the -6 degree wind tunnel of New York, capping off what is surely one of the most productive weekends ever. Found a lovely place in the heart of Carroll Gardens, one block from the F line. Thanks to the copious amounts of diners, I rediscovered how much I like having breakfast at any and all times a day. In other news, Obama continues to exhibit the signs of a winner; I’ve almost gotten over this cold; and we’ll finally get some new episodes of the Office back on TV. Keep it goin, 2008!

Yargh. Sniffle. I am gonna blame that Leonard Nimoy. Or I am going to blame myself for shaking his hand, even after he coughed into it. Anyway, I caught some kind of Vulcan Space Flu and it’s desperately trying to bring me down. Dammit Jim! In other news, I think I caught a political fever and it’s breaking my brain. I’ve overdosed on Hardball and Wolf Blitzer and because I can’t avoid gazing upon the master of evil, Karl Rove, on Fox. This primary season is like being on a Tetris bender. My eyes close and the only thing I see are delegates and super delegates. Oh and not sure if this is connected or not, but last night I dreamt that Kellie and I gave birth to a mixed race kid who looked exactly like Micah on Heroes.