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( boring gym stuff )
Lunch at Tea Den, which was seeming overwhelmed. I overheard two different tables of people complaining about how long things were taking--this is mostly middle-of-work-day lunches, so time does matter--and I shouldn't have to ask three times for a pot of tea at a place called Tea Den. The wonton soup was fine, as usual, and so was the shrimp in black bean sauce--and I'm not on a clock, though I do bill by the hour.
So, after lunch, off to the periodicals room of the New York Public Library, the nice big one with the lions, for the rest of the afternoon. It's a cool, calm, pleasant place, with a helpful staff, enough chairs and tables, and a helpful staff. And two brochures, one listing available services and the other describing all the murals on the walls. That's Room 108, and I recommend it highly for all your recent periodical needs--if they have what you want, it's a much nicer place to work than the equivalent section at the Mid-Manhattan Library. And they have things Mid-Manhattan doesn't, which is how I wound up there (though the reverse may also be true).
The library closes at 6, so when I reached a good stopping point at 5:45, I decided to call it an afternoon. Stopped in Bryant Park for a couple of minutes, just because, then went down to the Village for coffee (beans, not a cup to drink then). Since they were handy, I got some plums, too.
Thence to a "meet-up" of some NYC webloggers. It was poorly organized--the alleged host of the event hadn't shown up by the time I left, at 9 (for an event that was supposed to start at 7, with a confirmation email urging us to be prompt). But several of us found each other, and sat around with assorted beverages and random conversation, some of it even about our Weblogs. Odd--I'm not used to being asked what I do for a living as a conversation-starter, because fans mostly don't start with that, neighbors tend to want to discuss the park, and coworkers already know. It was fun, but I don't think I'll be going out of my way to email any of these folks; maybe I should look at their blogs before deciding for certain. The location was just weird: part cafe, part bar, and part dating service, but the couches were comfortable, and the waiter was efficient but not pushy.
(Having written all that up, I'm not surprised that I've done almost nothing today except go to the drugstore.)
Lunch at Tea Den, which was seeming overwhelmed. I overheard two different tables of people complaining about how long things were taking--this is mostly middle-of-work-day lunches, so time does matter--and I shouldn't have to ask three times for a pot of tea at a place called Tea Den. The wonton soup was fine, as usual, and so was the shrimp in black bean sauce--and I'm not on a clock, though I do bill by the hour.
So, after lunch, off to the periodicals room of the New York Public Library, the nice big one with the lions, for the rest of the afternoon. It's a cool, calm, pleasant place, with a helpful staff, enough chairs and tables, and a helpful staff. And two brochures, one listing available services and the other describing all the murals on the walls. That's Room 108, and I recommend it highly for all your recent periodical needs--if they have what you want, it's a much nicer place to work than the equivalent section at the Mid-Manhattan Library. And they have things Mid-Manhattan doesn't, which is how I wound up there (though the reverse may also be true).
The library closes at 6, so when I reached a good stopping point at 5:45, I decided to call it an afternoon. Stopped in Bryant Park for a couple of minutes, just because, then went down to the Village for coffee (beans, not a cup to drink then). Since they were handy, I got some plums, too.
Thence to a "meet-up" of some NYC webloggers. It was poorly organized--the alleged host of the event hadn't shown up by the time I left, at 9 (for an event that was supposed to start at 7, with a confirmation email urging us to be prompt). But several of us found each other, and sat around with assorted beverages and random conversation, some of it even about our Weblogs. Odd--I'm not used to being asked what I do for a living as a conversation-starter, because fans mostly don't start with that, neighbors tend to want to discuss the park, and coworkers already know. It was fun, but I don't think I'll be going out of my way to email any of these folks; maybe I should look at their blogs before deciding for certain. The location was just weird: part cafe, part bar, and part dating service, but the couches were comfortable, and the waiter was efficient but not pushy.
(Having written all that up, I'm not surprised that I've done almost nothing today except go to the drugstore.)
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