Jane Jacobs passes away at 89

All who love New York City and hate soulless, community-crushing corporate developments that ruin neighborhoods, should take a moment today to remember Jane Jacobs, the woman who we all have to thank for preventing (most of) NYC from being turned into the drainage ditch of a superhighway.

I am ready to accept that I'm more interesting to read then talk to.

So last night we braved the blustery rainy night to join some friends for dinner at their disgustingly awesome new Ft. Green brownstone garden apartment. Late in the evening sitting around drinking and catching up and I mentioned Poundsign's existence; One of our friends proceeded to pull out the laptop and look it up right there, which was gratifying; Jen was asked about her blogging aspirations and she mentioned her Livejournal page...and then for a magical few minutes the conversation tapered off because our friends were reading our blogs, while we were sitting right there with them at their dining table; we all had a moment of clarity and laughed about it, but I appreciate this as a representational moment of cultural shift, or something. And now I'm writing in my blog about it. This is the type of thing symbolized by a snake circling and biting its own tail.

My point exactly!

Gawker echoes my sentiment. (Not in a "gosh, they read me" way, just a "there's something in the air" way.)