As in the book, I wound up inventing people. Kind of curious.

Internet liberation? Can we be fully free of the electronic synapses that ties us all together?

The weekend proved very fruitful, at least in a sense where everything seems satisfying and no one was hurt.

Walked from brunch at Lodge (which I say no more, I'll stick with Teddy's , thanks) to Fred Flare in Greenpoint. The walk was good, the skies parted and it became a beautiful day.
Later, parting ways, I ended up at Night of No BS at Parkside Lounge while everyone else headed to BJ's in Queens to grab stuff for the the glory that is cooking outside on the patio. All of Bushwick is spread before us on a Spring day.
One of many videos that forces my brain into spring/summer mode: