I’m moving! Looking for Found another home that meets my desires. Well, at least my needs and hopefully my desires. So what are they?

• Location
  1. Manhattan: below 34th St
  2. Brooklyn: no more than 2 stops from Manhattan on any subway line A, C, L, etc.
  3. No more than 10 min walk from a subway station
  4. A 24 hour bodega within 2 blocks
  5. The location can be sketchy; I’m tough and unafraid.
• Size if just for me
  1. ~600 sq ft
  2. 1 bedroom at least 15×10 plus a closet
  3. Kitchen(ette), bathroom
  4. Few windows, more wall space; I’m ok with the dark
• Size if I”m master lease holder and will sublet to others
  1. 2500-5000 sq ft
  2. 3-5 bedrooms
  3. Kitchen, 1-2 bathrooms
  4. Still want lots of wall space
• Style? I prefer rawish spaces; e.g. I don’t want to build out a bathroom or kitchen
• Yearly lease

Leads on empty places, partial spaces, roommates, shared living, etc. are appreciated and can be sent to .

Also, read in the New York Post today to Brrace Yourself for Fuel $pike. The good part of the article says the Eastern US could be on the verge of its coldest, snowiest winter since at least 2003-4; that winter will start early this year with December bringing perhaps the most severe weather of the season.

YAHOO!!!! Blizzards! Snow! Brown slush! I wananananana want it!

Last night, it snowed. Not tons but enough to cover the city with white wonder. I made some espresso to wake up. Made a snowman. Ate breakfast. Decided to watch a movie.

I headed up to Lincoln Center to see Michael Clayton, the George Clooney vehicle. I’m quite happy to watch George Clooney for two hours; handsome man. There was a lot of subway repairs going. The B wasn’t running north past West 4th, but the D was running on the local track. So I hopped it and expected it to hit all the local stops as if it was the B. And it did until 59th St and then decided to skip everything until 125th. In Harlem. I wanted 72nd, I got 125th. So, there was no way for someone on the B or D line to get off between 59th and 125th. Everyone was out of luck. Maybe the C did but I wasn’t on that train. How…can…you…know…this? I read the signs. Didn’t say that the magic “local” stopped at 59th street. Sheesh!

In Harlem, I walked across the platform and hopped a train going downtown. I had a NY Post with me so found another showing of the movie later. Found it and got to this new theater in time. Popcorn…water. Ready to go.

The movie was entertaining but not excellent. His tag line “Do I look like I’m negotiating!” came at an odd time in the movie. It was so much like Nicholsons’, “You can’t handle the truth!” that I wanted to see how it was in context…and it fell kinda flat.

Afterwards, hopped back home to make and play some music. When I checked on him, I found that my snowman must have had too much to drink. He had fallen down! The lout.