After receiving some really encouraging and super nice emails from around the world, it looks like there are some people that actually do enjoy my blog and photos. So consider my arm twisted and I'm starting it up again. 
There is seriously NO BREAD in New York City. All the panic-stricken New Yorkers scooped it up in a frenzy last night.
I should have bought these sneakers in Paris. I figured I'd go back to the store (somewhere on Rue St.-Honore), but then I didn't and now I'm wishing I did. That's something I am trying to do more of, just do it when you think of it rather than waiting until later. What are you waiting for? To find a better pair of sneakers somewhere else? Now it's too late, but it's never too late. Good thing to keep in mind for the future.
Oh Kristin Elliott, what were you thinking when you plastered your headshots all over Williamsburg? Did you imagine that the casting gods would shine a light on you and give you a role in the next Woody Allen movie? While that may still happen, at least some bearded, fixed-gear riding, skinny jean wearing, Whole Foods shopping hipster got an excellent opportunity to make a funny drawing on a random lamp post.
These are mostly magical after you eat about six of them in a row. Magic Cupcakes at the Duane Park Patisserie.
I never noticed this before, but the other day I saw that the infamous National Debt Clock is located right above the Internal Revenue Service office on 44th Street near 6th Avenue. How ironic, right? Better get your taxes done, you only have 9 more days!
One of the local deli's in the neighborhood. I like how worn out the counter top is.
New York City has something for everyone and can truly be an oasis of unexplored treasures if you ever get around to looking for them. I have been needing to find a store filled with nothing but buttons for months! I need a few replacement buttons for two shirts that I love wearing and yesterday I finally decided to venture out to cross this one off of my ever expanding list of things to do. A button store of this sort has to exist somewhere in Manhattan, right? 
There's a huge sale this week at the 57th Street and Park Avenue location of Borders which is totally going out of business. They filed for bankruptcy last week. Other better performing branches of Borders are staying open, but the company is struggling with the massive changes rocking the book industry and hasn't been able to meet its debts or pay publishers and landlords.
She asked me directions to a bar in the neighborhood. I pointed her in the right direction. Isn't gambling illegal?
The Roosevelt Island tram sails high above the East River and brings people back and forth to the city all day long. This would not be a fun place to get stuck on a cold winter day, but the view is nice. I've never taken it before, but it looks like a fun ride. It was closed for most of last year for repairs and remodeling, but it's recently back in service.
The truly awesome thing about living in New York City is you never know what you are going to get hit over the head with from one day to the next. 
It snowed on Tuesday night. Unfortunately it didn't really last very long, but it was good while it lasted. I pretty much want it to snow all the time in the winter.
