Autobiographically Too Flat

Don't really know how much I have to say in todays entry (I say that a lot, don't I? And yet I always seem to spew something onto the page. I'm not sure if I should have more faith in my abilities to confabulate, or less pride in the fact that I can go on at length without saying anything at all). I'm really just testing the new cgi I wrote for entering blog entries. This should add a new html file to the directory, and update the front page so that it shows the date of the most recent blog entry. Soon I'll have it update the blog index page as well, but I can't bite off too much at once.

Did I mention the super rad Garden Party I went to this weekend? I haven't been in new york very long, and so I haven't yet gotten to the point where I can justifiably say things like "You think you know what to expect from New York, and then..." followed by some surprisingly revelation about this city we love so well. So I suppose I'll have to go ahead and say it with no justification at all. You think you know what to expect from this city, and then it goes and throws something like the garden at 9th and Ave C at you. Downtown, a short walk away from the 1st Ave L train, there's a co-op garden which takes up the space that you'd expect a building to use, right on the corner. It was this really well put together green space, that a group of people (including Horseradish Tree's girlfriend, Arin and her roommate Marta) have as a garden. It's really well put together, with paths, and nooks, and little hideouts. I was surprised with the skill with which it was designed.

But it's not a sterile place, either - while it was all really well put together, it was clearly a place where a significant amount of (gardening) work got done. Really relaxing to find this very loved piece of space in a city full of stone. The parks are nice, but this definitely had a different feeling - it wasn't public space, and so was taken care of in a different way. In any case - huzzah for cooperative gardens in big cities.

Oh, and Maria moved her stuff in. She's a biker. Not like a harley-davidson biker bitch. She uses a bicycle to get around. I don't know why, but I think that's funny. She also has a crazy "Say no to drugs" apron that she got from her uncle that she wears around the house. Nice girl.

huge. More later. (And much thanks to bored in AK for his email. The link on the front page is really for you).