The Future of Extinction

Nature.com has an article and accompanying map of where scientists believe future mammal extinction will occur.

Speaking of Mammals, here is a new way to truss your roasts and tenderloins.

To keep us off that list I recommend everyone reread the following.

Laying Low

Pretty much just tired at this point after 7 days of running about and seeing people. My friend Jess got home about 10PM last night and then had to spend another three + hours working on the weekly cost reports for the shoot. She was back up and on set by 8:45. I woke up around 7AM and heard her shuffling papers, the sound I left her with when I went to sleep at 1AM. I just went back to sleep so she could finish up and not worry about entertaining. I'm thinking of just staying in tonight and watching the season finale of all the SCI-FI shows, but I'll see. Jess is the last on my list minus my cousin, who I still haven't called. I'm a cad. I could also call "K" possibly, but that might be sticky so I'll probably leave it alone. This trip has made me a bit maudlin. I think I'd rather move back here than LA, but LA has greater possibilities for me at the moment.

Attempted Breaking and Entering

Moved this evening from my friend Steve’s place to my friend Jess’s place. Her apartment is # 3 and there are only three in the building so I went to the third floor. The keys didn’t work and I tried them many times. I then called her and in hushed voice she told me she was on set. I went downstairs and asked the nice gentleman with the very big dog which Apartment was three and it turns out to be the one on the second floor. I’ve stayed here before, but I just really didn’t remember this detail. I have therefore attempted a B and E only having been here six days. I hope the neighbors upstairs were not home, as opposed to cowering in a dark corner of their apartment with the police on the way. For this reason I am going out now to not be here should they arrive.

[note: Of course there are four floors, but me being from the small town, I always start coun ting floors with the one I enter from the street and not the one below. So in truth there are four floors in the building, and four apartments, and hers is actually on the third floor.]

Thursday

I met with an old professor yesterday and had a nice chat. He’ll be in LA for a year in June working on a project for HBO, the nature of which I can not divulge, so I can add him to my list of contacts in what will be my relentless pursuit of fame and glory, or just a pay check. I was then to meet some people for drinks, but they bailed. I had a few anyway with my esteemed colleague George Mimms and his wonderful wife. I then traveled back to Brooklyn and had more drinks and dinner at Soda with Steve and Hronn and we watched the finale of PROJECT RUNWAY on the big screen in the back room of the bar. I was surprised by the outcome but not shattered. I’m moving to my friend Jess’ apartment tonight to give Steve and Hronn a respite from intruders until her mother arrives on the 13th. All in all it’s been a wonderful trip. I’ve seen almost everyone with exception of Nat, who seems to be with his daughter in Connecticut, and another old professor whose teaching at Barnard. I also haven’t called my cousin yet because I forgot until last night and with my plans it may be too late, but I’ll think on it. I’m currently working on Hronn’s computer to see if I can fix it from crashing SAFARI all of the time. To start I added FIREFOX to it as a back up. That’s all the news that’s fit to print for now. (Please don’t sue me New York Times)

Stranger Than Fiction

Larry Wachowski is now a woman. Why didn't anyone tell me before now?

Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Hanging out with my friend Stuart in Williamsburg. Spent yesterday walking around looking for boots for four hours. I eventually came to the conclusion that I should just order them offline. I took my camera around with me and felt like taking absolutely no photos. Went up to Columbia and felt like I was loosing money just walking through the gates. Meeting a few more friends tomorrow and one of my old teachers. I've started to feel like I'd been frozen since 2002 and recently thawed.

No Preaching

Free Toilet Paper

I arrived finally in NY an hour late due to sheer winds at LaGuardia, which kept us from taking off for an hour at O’Hare. My cab driver was one Mr. Hassan Riazul, who after receiving the instructions, “Prospect Park, Brooklyn, between Dean and Bergin, ### Carlton Ave.”, turned to me and said, “Do you know where that is?” I informed Mr. Riazul that unfortunately I had never been to that portion of Brooklyn, but was kind of hoping that he had seeing as how he was a cab driver and all. He then asked me if there was someone I could call, and I said that there was. He then had me give him the number and he himself called my friend Steve for directions. This was fortunate in a sense do to the fact that my phone had recently died.

Safely ensconced in my friend’s apartment finally, I checked in with Mom so that she could go to bed and actually sleep, her son roaming unattended about the big city. I then received the, and I’m sure used to this as well, call from the bar where I drink to make sure I had arrived safely. It was Bob, who’d cut my hair the day before and was most likely concerned about whether his work had made it here in one piece. I joke, it’s nice to have people who care enough call, especially if they’re drinking in a bar.

After introductions, we headed off to their local watering hole called SODA, where I drank 3 or 4 wonderful Brooklyn Lagers and had a hamburger, which was also surprisingly good. Of course I did most of the talking and they listened intently. In a very short period of time I have become quite fond of Steve’s new fiancé and hope them all the best. The main point in my endearment came at the end of the evening when she stuffed a roll of toilet paper into her purse, while in the bar bathroom, so that we might all have something clean with which to wipe ourselves in the morning.

The apartment itself is a cozy basement affair, which gives it two large windows at street level, which I have discovered as of this morning act like tympanic membranes, bringing the city fully into the room in which I am staying. I woke up more than once early in the morning thinking someone was talking to me. I also woke once afraid a truck was backing over me and then again later when I was almost positive that birds had somehow made it in.

For breakfast this morning, I finally had a good bagel with real Lox cream cheese. Off to Williamsburg this evening to see friends.

NY Bound

I'm off to NY tomorrow until the 12th of March. I'll post as much as I can. Consider this a small test of life on the road until I reach LA in a few weeks. Should arrive in NY around 6:40 PM and should attempt to post for the first time sometime on Saturday. No promises though. Hopefully I'll have access to unsecured wireless signals.

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,
I'm getting a haircut today by the illustrious Bob Hyatt. And you thought there was nothing interesting enough for me to write about didn't you? Hopefully NY will supply ample fodder for your reading pleasure. I'm also going to get some trip-tiks from AAA and talk to someone about some sunglasses. Oh yeah, I'm also going to stop by my storage facility and re-up for six more months. Mmmmmm, I think that's it.