New York is exploding with great stuff, and so am I! (Well… we hope mine is great stuff and not just a motorized basketball.)
I left the house this morning and found that my neighbor, who’s deep into the purge-and-move process, had created the saddest little vignette on the sidewalk. Buzz and Woody’s nightmare come alive — this time, the urban version.
Where the street toughs of Park Slope (the toddlers) don’t take naptime for an answer.
Good luck, boys! I’d say you could come live at my place, but you’ve been on the street now.
UPDATE: I have now heard three separate groups of people come by and marvel at the real-life Toy Story.
Okay, who’s coming roller-skating with me?
Sometimes people are lovely and the world seems like a nice place to live. Like when The Roots, Betty Wright, Nick Jonas, and Diane Birch (a crowd that doesn’t necessarily go together, right?) show up at ASYV’s Stand Up event to perform.
I have a crush on The Roots; they’re such a band’s band.
I gave up the video thing pretty quick because who wants to hold still, but here’s Betty Wright.
And here are the inimitable [though poorly recorded] Roots.
And for posterity, Nick Jonas. (If I were twelve, I might point out that he’s looking right at me, and now that I’ve said that I realize the quality on all the youtube copies doesn’t let you see it. From his eyes to mine, forever, then…)