Pi-baby is insanely happy, as he should be!

When I lived in a brownstone in Manhattan (7 apartments?), the basement was not an apartment, I don't think (it was a long time ago, but I'm pretty sure the super lived upstairs), I have no idea what was behind the building, and the trash cans were in the stairwell area in front going toward the basement. The super took the trash out front. Also possibly relevant, the trash got picked up five days a week.

Pi-baby is indeed awesome!

Spent the day being lazy. Got in my swim (I am irrationally excited I'm getting a laptimer) and TJ's and laundry, but that's about it. And a manicure. Totally missed my neighbor inviting me over for coffee this morning cause I slept in. I need to ask him to make it a standing sunday date to get my ass out of bed.

Google Street View will show how there's no access to the middle of the block until well down the street, if you look at my old address, 242 W. 103rd St.

I Google viewed several blocks and I'm very curious what's behind those gates. I'm also fascinated by the number of businesses interspersed with all the residences. I've never lived a truly urban life, it's been rural and suburban. Well, that two months in Central Philly, when I was working at the Historical Society.

Over dinner Tim and I were talking about politicians (particularly presidents and other heads of state) who have affairs, and that somehow dovetailed with a conversation about Obama being a big geek. Which led Tim to say, "*His* intern-related scandal will be when he's caught LARP-ing with the interns."

Holy crap, I laughed my ASS off.

Most brownstones aren't big enough to have a full-time super. There are lots of different possible layouts. Sometimes the basement apartment has full access to the back yard; sometimes there are stairs from the 1st floor to the garden, sometimes the basement and 1st floor are a single-unit duplex, sometimes there is single occupant in the whole brownstone.

When I lived in a brownstone in Cobble Hill (Brooklyn), even though we had three floors and five bedrooms for four people, we still did not have access to the garden because the basement apt did.

For garbage, we had a gated area out front next to the stoop that led to the basement front door where the garbage bins were stored, and then we brought them to the curb every week.

Note 1: Everyone marked their bins with the house address because otherwise people would take them.

Note 2: Regardless of what it was, whatever you left on the curb at any time of day would be gone within 10 minutes.

Nilly, your baby is adorable. In this one, he looks like a future Krav instructor demoing a right hook (or so K said when I showed her the pictures).

Good grief, Nilly. That's insane cuteness.

The is it up site says en.wikipedia.org is up, but why can't I get to it from here? That's so weird.

baby!