The return

Back for more lazy sporadic blogging during home leave... having a great time in New York, as expected. Yesterday we had a fabulous day--lunch at the amazing Austrian Cafe Sabarsky, a visit to the Neue Galerie to see the Otto Dix exhibit, time with family, and a restaurant week dinner at Tocqueville with friends. Yum, in more ways than one.

While I continue to marvel at the conveniences of America, the NY subway does not fall under that umbrella; in fact, it continues to edge into the category of things that suck. It's gotten worse in two years!

What else? We ate amazing tacos at Dos Toros (a welcome addition since I left New York), toured the Cooper-Hewitt design triennial (all focused on sustainable design--pretty interesting stuff) and hung out for Friday drinks on the lawn afterward, made a pilgrimage to Momofuku (Ssam Bar and Milk Bar--corn cookie YES), saw the movie Cyrus, devoured Daniel's Bagels (with whitefish salad!), and spent time with lots of delightful friends.

But despite all this, I feel incredibly stressed out about James's situation... I am worried it's not going to happen for September, and completely furious that he could have started in August if it weren't for many mistakes having been made. So yeah, I need an outlet for the rage. Anyone know how to kickbox? It would be nice to hit things--I would settle for playing squash, at least. Number one thing I've missed about Dhaka (not to reflect badly on all the other good things): easy access to racquet sports.