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I'm about to get a teeth cleaning at the dentist office two doors down from this place. The duck is smoking a cigar.

Two Boys finally came to America. Even better, it came to New York City.

If language be not in accordance with the truth of things, affairs cannot be carried on to success. When affairs cannot be carried on to success, proprieties and music do not flourish. When proprieties and music do not flourish, punishments will not be properly awarded.

Marie and I went to Jackon Heights Saturday.

When the weather shifts to colder temperatures and the skies become darker earlier, it makes me, like everybody else, want to eat comfort food. Around this time two years ago, I was wandering through Japan. Everything I was eating seemed seasonally appropriate to me.

At times, when this one parks worker was blowing leaves over patches of dried-out lawn towards the asphalt path, the stirred-up dust in the air caught the bright beam of daylight and made for a beautiful sight. I couldn't get an image to show this.

It was hard to miss the huge talking heads projected onto this apartment's wall as I pedaled up Richardson.

Do these folks watch everything like this all the time, or just cable news channels?

Under the disapproving eye of Marie, sitting across the table in front of me and to the left of the frame, I tried to get a shot of the space at Barney Greengrass in the Upper West Side. I wanted to get the elderly couple eating their smoked fish and bagels in their natural habitat.

This is the northwest corner of 101 Bedford, a building Gothamist called A Williamsburg Yupster Utopia For Those With "Higher Standards"

For this luxury living building, a brochure reads: