A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
I’m heading up to my publisher this afternoon to shoot a few videos that will be sent to various online booksellers. I think there’s a reason I’m a writer. I kinda like to hide out.
Meanwhile, more shots of last night’s snowfall. I’m putting these together because I shot them through the trees and they look like I took them in the country.
I went nuts last night taking pictures while I was walking home in the snow. I’ve probably got more pictures of the West Village in a snowstorm than you would ever want to see, but I might be posting them throughout the day. Except I just remembered I’ll be gone for most of the day so maybe not.
The title of the post comes from reading this on Obama’s website:
“In the press conference yesterday introducing the new team, President-elect Obama said of Energy Secretary-desginate and Nobel-prize winning physicist Steven Chu, “His appointment should send a signal to all that my Administration will value science, we will make decisions based on the facts, and we understand that the facts demand bold action.”
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
(Sung to the tune of the Hallelujah chorus from Handel’s Messiah of course.)
Believe it or not, I still feel awful about what I blurted out last night. I’m going to my agent’s holiday party later, followed by my choir’s holiday party after that. I really hope I snap out of this.
The Donut Pub. One of life’s perfect ideas.
It’s not easy trying to capture snow. But there it is. You can see it kinda.
So, tomorrow my publisher is shooting four two-minute videos of me for the various online booksellers. I have to prepare what I’m going to say, and, equally important, what I’m going to wear. Oh, and my hair! My hair!
Okay. Stressed Out. I admit it. Plus, I spent a couple of hours at the dentist and my face is a little swollen, and I have two parties to go to tonight. Plus, I said something stupid at a party last night and I’m still cringing about it.
I’m always going to be me, apparently. And I’m an occasional blurter. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. I was in a car with a bunch of people getting a ride home and the driver says to me, “What’s wrong??” What do you mean, I ask. “You’ve sighed at least four times since we got in the car.” The other two people immediately start nodding and saying, “Yeah. You’ve been sighing.” Please please please let me be able to laugh about that soon.
Another picture of Christmas lights in the Village.
