Blaudungs, blaudungs

The household is coming apart in August, which makes me feel like this:

Can't blame a kid for wanting to live in Manhattan and the renter's market should mean Molly and I find a much nicer two-bedroom (maybe in Ft Greene!) without having to pay more. But I'll miss Xinxin. And it's his birthday today.  

UPDATE: Don't worry, they caught the guy

I ran into some cops at a bodega on Manhattan Ave last night who confirmed that the perpetrator of the failed carjacking/smashing of church/hit and run was caught. When I related this story to the boys downstairs their principle concern was that I had initiated contact with police officers. I'm comfortable with public servants in uniform, OK?

Screech bang squeal

This just happened in front of my house:

Guy leaves his keys in his car while he visits the pharmacy on our corner. Other guy sees opportunity, steals car, screeches away the length of 6 parked cars, sideswipes the next one and crashes into the front of the church two doors down from my own. Carjacker flees scene on foot while car owner chases after, screaming "STOP! STOP!"

That was dramatic. Despite my really wanting them to be so, none of the firefighters were actually hot.

Our place is the third floor of the gray building, church is on the other side of the wacky pinkish fake stone building.

Sad:

"Is capitalism evil?" she wondered, in a room full of emerging market entrepreneurs

Awesome site discovered today: Strange Maps.

Especially this one: The Palestine Archipelago.

For a while there my life was all Palestine all the time. Combine that with extended exposure to liberal arts doctoral students (read: Marxists), and I'm experiencing a Spring Awakening. Might even rouse some rabble.

Sorry, Caroline, more gossip soon!