[minor updates on a minor life]
Ahem. Excuse me.
- On Saturday I joined New York Sports Clubs, which has gyms near my work and near my home. I have so far worked out twice. This is good: it's been nearly a year since I've regularly exercised.
- My attempts to cut out caffeine went nowhere. I have, however, cut back to half-caff in the morning, and this has helped my stomach considerably.
- At work, I was having a conversation with Ken about a document I'm updating, and he pointed out a section that he didn't like because it was full of redundancies and repeated phrases. "Yeah," I agreed, "It reads like Chinese philosophy." Ken reminded me that he does not regularly read Chinese philosophy. Oh, right.
- In another conversation with Ken, I made the comment that while much at DoubleClick was the same as it had been, that it was no longer the nineties, with everyone zipping around on Razor scooters. He turned around and pointed to the Razor leaning against an office door. Okay, so in DoubleClick it is still 1999. Wanna go see The Blair Witch Project?
- Is Bay Ridge going hip? The Chipshop has moved in, purveying the finest in British cuisine: fish and chips, Scotch eggs, and of course those decadent deep-fried candy bars. The food makes perfect sense around here, but the punk aesthetic and heavy whiff of irony are innovations. I expect it'll do fabulously well here, but is it a vanguard or an outlier?