Spring!

First warm weekend of the year, the hipsters were out full force in McCarren park - just like any campus green, just without the jocks, and plus some Polish drunks.

So, apparently I've made it through a New York Winter, which barely registered. 4 months really isn't that long a time, I suppose, so I suppose it's alright that not much has changed. I don't buy this steady gradual change thing - it's either all one fell swoop, or rut. Here it's been rut. A not unpleasant rut, but cabin fever is setting in now and I'm dreaming of warm beaches and foreign tongues, inaccessible to those without vacation. So instead I make strange intense chocolate chip cookies with too much salt.