“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”—
1. Made it though the morning commute, midtown, my work, Times Sq, the subway, the M60 bus, and the insane security at the awful La Guardia airport with two laptops, a large paper bag of Christmas gifts WITH one of the handles ripped off, and a bulging suitcase filled with even more Christmas gifts including the regrettably heavy Ad Hoc at Home cookbook.
2. It’s cold in Florida.
3. My favorite sushi place is even better than I remember 3 years ago when I worked there for the one summer I lived here.
4. Filled with raw fish and covered in dog hair from the moment I walked in the house (I did roll on the floor though with my Pokes).
What happens when you spend two history-breaking years living in a small cement room in the middle of Northern Ghana? (for serious, who is Justin Bieber?) A whole lot of catching up. Watch me wade through the 21st Century.
“What are the differences between Mark Zuckerberg and me? I give private information on corporations to you for free, and I’m a villain. Zuckerberg gives your private information to corporations for money and he’s Man of the Year.”—
I respect/love and hate Julian Assange all at the same time, but he is definitely right about Zuckerberg. Why does he deserves to be Man of the Year? Also, Bill Hader as Julian Assange is one of the funniest characters I’ve seen on SNL in a while.
I watched Dinner For Schmucks tonight, except I stopped it/lost interest before it even got to the dinner, which crazily was already over 2/3 into the movie! I was disappointed, because I love Steve Carell and I’m IN love with Paul Rudd, but ugh…it made me frustrated and not in a good way. And it wasn’t as funny as I had hoped.
I’m ready to swim with some rays and dolphins now.