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There are men on motocycles with Polish flags flying from both their handlebars. People are driving through the streets waving red and white banners with POLAND on them. I have no idea what's going on. 

I love NY for these moments of disinterest and inaction. This dirty dong has been sitting on the sidewalk since Saturday. Nobody's paying attention to it, and if they are, nobody's about to do anything about it.

Satchie packed her luggage, posed for a few snapshots, then went on her way.

I'm intriguied by these muddy bootprints on the tile because:

I've brought Satchie, my 7th surfer in the past month, out to Anna Maria in Williamsburg.

I took my current couchsurfers, Anna and Monika on a 40 mile tour of the city tonight. The goal was to get the gals to Xi'an Famous Foods in Flushing for an atypical Chinese feast. 

Quoth Anna, after inhaling two plates of food:

"I could not stop eating."

Prior to our arrival at Anna Maria, I humblebragged about dining at Oasis almost every other night during my first three low-income years here. I told them about the glory of the Oasis $3 falafel sandwich. Anna and Natali said they'd not had falafel before.

A day before they were to head home to the motherland, my CouchSurfers, Natali and Anna, revealed they'd not yet had a slice of real New York City pizza.

I've just left the Philip Glass and Steve Reich battle, which the venue politely billed as 

26.23 miles this season. Commemorative t-shirt earned.