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Oh, now, Owen...First things first.  I would never, ever, ever harsh on your citrus dressing.  I’ll bet it was just fine, and even if it weren’t, well, there’s no shame in having to make something a few times before you crack the code on it.  I’ve probably baked more failed loaves of bread than you’ve had hot dinners, young man.  I just exercise a heavy editorial hand, blog-wise. 

Whoops...that’ll learn me for not defining my terms.  Moblogging is short for “mobile blogging” and refers to the capability for posting to your blog from a mobile device such as a picture phone, PDA or digital camera.  Lloyd and I finally traded in our 5-year-old cell phones this week, and I’ve been unusually tickled with the idea of blogging from the subway.  This is because I am a simple tool in the face of new technology. 

I wish I could say that I’m feeling interesting and edgy, but no, I’m still disconnected and spacy.  I’m hoping that I’ll be edgy by at least Thursday, when Lloyd and I go to see Guy Maddin’s new movie.  Guy Maddin is good for slapping the stuffing out of existential ennui.

Incidentally, your post about moscato d’oro is really, really beautiful.  (Anyone reading this, go to broccoli and bechamel and read what Owen has to say about this wonderful wine and the grapes from which it is made.)

Shmoo, my love!  I can’t believe you found this silly little page!

(Dear friends, Shmoo is my oldest friend.  She and I have been writing to each other since we were 12, when I lived in Whitebread Mountain Town, PA, and she lived in beautiful uptown Plymouth, Devon, UK.  We wrote each other for 10 years before we finally met in person.  She was maid of honor at my wedding, and I am Auntie Jenny to her beautiful and brilliant children.  If only there weren’t so many miles between New Zealand and NYC, I would be drinking coffee with her every single day.)

To answer your question—yep, that’s our street.  We live in the building behind the tree.  That’s the apartment we moved to after moving out of that tiny little flat we were in when you guys came over for the wedding!  Famous?  Naaaaah.  Self-aggrandizing and delusional, more like. 

Gosh, I still can’t believe you found my page...but I’m so glad you did.  I’m all merry like Christmas, here.

Jo, did you not know that every neighborhood in New York gets its own sun?  It’s one of the tradeoffs for having to pay the kind of rent that makes your side hurt as you write the check.

Seriously, I was just tickled when I saw the picture.  The “sun” was from a streetlight that doesn’t show clearly in the pic.  If I had tried to create that sunlighty effect, I wouldn’t have been able to do it—it was an accident, but a happy one.  All praise the Qualcomm 3G CDMA!