The Noguchi Museum. Floored.

Confronted with a room full of large rocks when I entered, I was determined to not treat this with the same level of indifference I do with most sculpture (I paid $10 to see this!).Walking through the gallery, the formless took on form and character. Each piece became something completely different with each new angle. Within one sculpture, I would see five different works. Unbelievable.

Because we make ice cream sandwich donuts. WITH powdered sugar. And you don't even have to go to a state fair to find one.

Boom.

Staten Island. That's right. I did it. All of it. From St. George to T-Ville. 40 something miles on the bike. And I made it back without bronzed skin, nasty accents, or noticeable STDs. Consider the day a victory!

the place: gorgeous apt overlooking the intersection of vanderbilt and bergen. available september 1. the room: 7.5' by 9' (or so).

After living in this city for 5.5 years, I finally scoured up the requisite $2.50 for a PATH ticket ($5 round-trip), and made my way out to Hoboken. It's a six minute ride with the train, but something about it seemed so far away! It's a whole state away in fact. Two rivers!!!

The only thing better than a summer in the City is getting out of the City for the summer. Mike and I did just that: hitched our bikes to a ZipCar hatchback and drove out to the Catskills.It was one of those nasty, swampy, 95 degree days when we left New York. By the time we got to Phoenicia, the wind was breezing through the mountain passes, creating a perfect day for a ride.

Ohhh Wisconsin. You get me every time. Your simpler life, your friendly spirit, and your innate ability to add 5 pounds to my body after every visit. Thank you so much for a wonderful week!

But I can't wait! Cheese, beer, fireworks, and family. Get me there!!!

Remember when the solar system had nine planets? Simpler times my friend!

Well, this is what winners look like post-Germany vs Denmark at least. Let's not bring Italy into the conversation. Or Spain. But why concentrate on the negatives when there were so many celebrations!

The European Championship is held in Europe, but outside of the host country, it can only really be celebrated in New York. Where else could you find an Irish bar, a Croatian bar, and a Spanish bar all within a three block radius? Each with enough cultural gusto to drown out the slightest sense of English. Since the first kick-off on June 8, the celebrations have been boozy and ethnic; all of them international trips via the subway.