I'm calling on Jennifer to help me. I was in the Liz Christy garden this weekend for the first time and saw this plant, which was very odd. The branches were really smooth and caught my eye. What is this?
In other news, I'm ashamed to admit that I've lost my Olympic fever. After Phelps and gymnastics the rest is kind of a snooze fest. It's a lot to get invested for another entire week of completely different sports and athletes. It's not like I actually follow any of these people or events between the Olympics. So, bring on the conventions.
There is apparently supposed to be a big announcement tomorrow: Obama's Running Mate. I did not sign up for the breaking news text from Barack's camp. This, to me, is the stupidest thing ever. Come on! Are they really hoping to mobilize the youth by sending a text message when we can go and read the Drudge headline 2.5 seconds later? I am excited and increasingly anxious for the election as the thought of a McCain administration is close to unbearable. This is probably the most overstated and blindingly obvious statement I've made in a while.
Moving On. I took advantage of the NYC Summer Streets weekend before last. Here is a photo of Lafayette.
No cars! Bikes! It would be very cool to have a car free city. Or even just a car free street. It would also be cool to have a personal chef and a yacht. Or if Harrison Ford was my dad. Guess we can't have everything.
And here's a picture from the deck of the New Museum. Not a fan of the museum, love the view.
And I saw Keanu Reeves yesterday. Just a sidenote...