She still lives in Brooklyn.

The Alligator Lounge on Metropolitan gives you a free pizza with every beer.  If you order a Bud Light, this comes out to 4 dollars, plus tip.

I spent 20 minutes at 3am Wednesday night looking for someone's tooth on Leonard Street.  We found the tooth, he put it back in his mouth after we picked it up from the sidewalk.

The sushi chef at Wasabi on Bedford Ave is awesome.  He makes me custom plates and doesn't charge me for them.

The Korean laundromat on Metropolitan has shitty dryers.  They are open 24 hours.  The people there suck.

Settepani on Lorimer has the best butter cookies.  They will cost you 16 dollars a pound.

The Bagel Store on Bedford Ave and N 3rd has cannoli cream cheese with white chocolate chips.

I took a train to Long Island and found myself in the east coast version of San Jose.  I think dreams have died there, too.  

Dreams have died here.

In the words of a wise man, Coney Island is where dreams go to die.  

The hot dog line was 2 hours long, I saw a man eat leftover ice cream out of the trash, the Freak Show was closed, the beach had a fake plastic palm tree, the broken sink had a sign that read "Don't work".  

The City Sparkles

As April rolls around, I am heading into my fourth full month in New York. I'm starting to get into the flow of things.  I have a weekly routine that consist mostly of writing papers and going to work.  Frequent visitors gets me out to do touristy things that I would otherwise miss.  

I finally made it out to get the view of the skyline that I have been dying to shoot since I moved here.  My lack of a tripod has prevented me from doing this at night and it really hasn't been clear enough to get.  Fellow Pad Squad and Aztec, Jeff, was also dying to get this view, so we headed out there our first night.  Of course, it was cold and rainy and all our pictures came out fuzzy and gray.  After the unfortunate outcome of the NIT semifinals game at Madison Square Garden where the Aztecs lost to Baylor, we went back to Empire Fulton-Ferry State Park along with a friend Jeff made on the subway.  (Who is Baylor anyway?  Has anyone heard of them before last night?)  With Jeff's gorillapod that looks like some sort of sex toy, we managed to get some decent shots of the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan Bridge.  It was much clearer the second night, I even saw a star or two, but it might have been airplanes.  I can't even distinguish between them at this point.  

Jeff and his gorillapod will also be in Australia this summer.  Sparkling photos of the Sydney skyline to come.