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Since I watch TV 24 hours a day, I’m breaking down and buying an HDTV. I think. The huge, crt TVs still have the best picture quality, so I think I’m going to go for the one above. It’s a Panasonic CT30WX15 (30″) and it weighs 140 pounds. And it’s $750, not counting what I will have to pay the delivery men to carry it up to the top floor of a five story walk-up. There will have to be some apartment re-arranging to fit it. I’ll take before and after shots.

Speaking of TV, I’m trying to think if any of the news show have blown me away yet. Thinking … thinking … I don’t think so. Not yet.

Someone recently asked me to send them snapshots of some of the things I saved from my volunteer experience down at the Trade Center. I thought I’d put them up here, too.

I saved a lot of children’s drawings. This is one of my favorites.

Crosses made from the steel of the World Trade Center, and a piece of glass
from the windows.

Hats and shirts and sweatshirts — getting dusty!

This is a box of all sorts of stuff, cards and letters and patches and CDs,
Christmas ornaments, etc. Some guy carved the “Stacy 9/11” for me.

This is a bag of letters from people I meant to write back. I still haven’t worked
up the emotional energy to do it. They come from children mostly, who will
be adults by the time I get to it, it looks like.

I wasn’t going to go because it was my choir night, but I decided to cut choir and I went to the party celebrating the publication of Stealing God’s Thunder.

It was great! Usually book parties are so tedious, but I had FUN. I met a curator from the American Philosophical Society (founded by Franklin) and all these people from the Loser’s Lounge (one of my favorite things in New York to do) were there. Ms. Cecilia Brauer of the Metropolitan Opera Orchestra gave a performance on the armonica (that’s spelled correctly), a glass musical instrument invented by Benjamin Franklin. And my friend Lianne (married to Phil) gave a sweet toast.

I made a wise how-should-I-spend-my-evening decision.

My friend Marianne Petit (pictured in the Halloween Parade shot earlier) wrote a graphic novel about her life and the bizarro world inside her New York City apartment building. This is why people live in New York. Or run screaming in every direction.

(Marianne’s self-portrait from the 716 website.)

Although I’ve been subscribing to The New Yorker for years, it seems like for years there’s rarely been an article I want to read all the way through. I’m trying to remember the last one. Because there have been some. And it’s never a waste, they are always great.

I wish I could bring myself to read it more. I’m pretty sure I’d have a better understanding about Iraq, for instance.

There’s an inviting one in the current issue (about to become last week’s issue, though). The Lost City of Z: A Quest to uncover the secrets of the Amazon, by David Grann. Maybe I will do that today. Because I sure don’t feel like working. I’d go to a movie but I went to a movie yesterday, and I’m meeting some friends at the movies tonight.

UPDATE. The article was great, as was another about Harold Arlen. I’ve been curious about the guy who wrote the lovely, but melancholy melody to “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”