1. It is not cold outside. No one should be complaining about how cold they are when it’s 78 degrees unless you were born on the equator or in the earth's magma.
2. Why didn’t I know that iridescent Prussian blue (try Googling that and not being barraged with those adorable Aryan kids) nail polish was in? I love blue makeup (and food, duh) and was just faced with five different versions at the corner Duane Reade. I settled on Maybelline Acoustic Azure. No, I don’t know how a color can be acoustic, either.
3. Where do you get a passport photo taken in the financial district? I’m inclined to try and do it myself but Chinese are crazy sticklers (they won’t even let you in if you’re mentally ill, a leper or riddled with V.D.) and I can’t have my Visa application rejected. I’ll just have to lie about the crabs and leprosy.
4. I truly realize how west coast suburban I am when people leave work early for the holiday and I have no idea that Wed. Sept. 12 is a holiday. I did get an inkling this morning when seeing articles on kugel and tongue and a Q&A with Joan Nathan in today's New York Times dining section. Maybe my subway and gym will be sparsely populated tonight, which isn't to say that Carroll Gardens is a particularly Jewish neighborhood, and good luck with the A train, I'm just trying to find ways that this Rosh Hashana thing can benefit me.