Dinner in the Village

View from the boat

Thinking about stuff

@south street seaport

Meow from the south street seaport

Introducing: Slim Shots!

I like their euphanized No Embarrassing Side Effects! (they're talking
to you, Alli. I've heard about your, um, side effects.)

My laundromat has it all

Jukebox, Galaga, Ms Pacman, Post Office, dead guy on corner...

For sale

Park pic

Can't sleep. Will post pic instead.

Conveyor belt sushi

Alice is thinking

AJ rocks the train.

Still getting ready.

Night out

SPSS has flaws, too

Federico forgot his note

Black coffee at Life Cafe

Rabbit smokes a pipe puzzle

Washington Mutual 1; Your Privacy 0

So here's a fun fact. While scrolling through my new bank's Account Disclosure and Regulations Quick* Reference Guide, I paid special attention to the section titled "Your Privacy". Lack of, would seem more appropriate.

Have you ever wondered who gave your address to all of those pre-approved credit cards the second you seem like you've escaped the hurdle of debt? It's your bank.

Unless you call or write and explicitly ask them not to share your information with non-affiliated third parties (and affiliated third parties, I guess), they will report your transaction information to credit card, travel, and car rental companies. And I'm pretty sure it doesn't stop there.

Why is this "service" opt-out? Well, I know why. Money. But what the hell? And they sell it to you on page 13 of the disclosure agreement as if they're doing it on your behalf... to help you. This doesn't seem right. And the thing is, I support marketing. I work in marketing. My new job is as a fucking forecast trend analyst, for fuck's sake. But providing people's personal financial data to bottom dwellers hoping to capitalize on struggle, on someone's efforts to get themselves out of debt through high-interest, pre-approved credit cards? Oh, that makes me angry. Fuck that.

*75 pages of quickness.

After hours featuring falafel

We are astonished by our bill

The night continues

and still no cover

We don't do the cover charge

So we go to a dive bar instead.

We are uneasy of the rock bottom prices

Hmm...

The Met before dinner

Well, they fit

But I can't walk in them. At all. Broken necks are not sexy.

Coffee afternoon

KGB bar

Viva la sangria!

Yum

At the Crash Mansion

Battle of the bands.

In my neighborhood

Franklin has a new window friend

But the Baby is left all alone.

Painted on the wall in my bedroom

Ending the night with tuna tataki

Baby hisses Three's a Crowd to curious black cat

I contemplate fish ball soup

And order a salad instead.

Halloween cat does not take to dogs