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Spotted

On Madison Avenue, at lunchtime, on the east side of the street, between 56th and 54th Streets: my friends’ friend’s ex-fiance, Peter, who unsurprisingly did not recognize me; a fair-skinned, red-haired woman adorned with a bindi; and Carlos Santana. It was an entertaining walk.

London-bound

I will be in my employer’s London office next week. Thus, I will be in London for a few days. Funny how that works.

I arrive Sunday morning, October 27, and stay until midday Wednesday. I hope to meet some of them thar Internet peoples while I’m there (already have lunch plans Sunday). Give a shout if you’re there, too.

Ah, Europe

Brian, 12:34 p.m. “Why Charley?”

David, 1:29 p.m. “It’s in honor of the Charlotte Inn, where we got engaged (and from where we returned to find out he’d been born). I wouldn’t let Amy name a male dog Charlotte, so Charley it is.”

Brian, 2:01 p.m. “Charley was also the name of the dog in ‘The Final Countdown,’ not the song, but the movie where the aircraft carrier goes back in time to Pearl Harbor. Kirk Douglas, Martin Sheen and Charles Durning.”

David’s brain, 2:49 p.m. “DUH-duh-DEH-dah, duh-duh-DUH-dah-duh-dah-DEH….”

The I-wish-I-were-you-right-then dept.

Chez Daniel by Rosecrans Baldwin in The Morning News. “It’s like going to a bachelor party where one of the guys drinking with you is a member of Sonic Youth, and he mentions, over your third or fourth beer, that he’s read your Web site, and actually liked it. Well, okay. Yes: He’s a dude, like any dude at the bachelor party, and he even skips out on the karaoke part. But he’s in Sonic Youth.

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