Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Boston Graffiti

Some graffiti Erik and I saw in Boston while we were there on the 4th of July
 
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Sunday, June 29, 2008

Sea Shells by the Sea Shore

 
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The good life

Between my trip to London and my work convention Monday, I am finally able to spend a few days relaxing in Mallorca. My friend Andrew took this picture of me yesterday at the beach.  
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Monday, June 16, 2008

Random Graffiti pt.2

Well, it didn't take long for the legal graffiti I photographed last week to be graffitied. Now, tell me, is this message a good or a bad thing? I mean . . .
 
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Houston St Graffiti

Graffiti unites the Democrats on Houston:

 
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Ladies and Lads who Brunch

It was my distinct honor to have brunch with Hiral, her sister Nipa, and Erik. Apparently, in the two and a half years of living in NYC, Hiral has never done weekend brunch! If this is true (which I still find unbelievable), then I am very happy to have been a participant in her rite of passage as a New Yorker. After brunch at Relish we headed to the State Park on the waterfront in Brooklyn where Erik captured this awesome photo of Nipa, Hiral and me. Hiral is going to be leaving Gotham in August, so we have many brunches to fit in before then!
 
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Friday, June 13, 2008

The end of a Giant

Everyone knows I'm a nerd. One of the things that makes me a nerd is that since high school, I've watched Meet the Press as often as I was able to catch it. The news of Tim Russert's death, for me, is probably the most shocking public death since Princess Diana. He was a giant in the political press. Russert stood above the mere political pundits that crowd the airwaves. He was, first and foremost, a journalist. Listening to the streaming coverage on MSNBC, it is amazing to hear that in addition to being a great journalist, he was a wonderful person. He genuinely cared about his family, friends and his hometown of Buffalo (which has lowered their flags in his honor, calling him the greatest ambassador of Buffalo). The stories being recalled about his relationship with his father, the basis of his best-selling book, brought tears to my eyes. My Sundays will never be the same, and our national political coverage will have a large hole to fill.
 
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