reporting from the 41st floor...

these New York minutes, all 36 hours of them so far...must break the laws of relativity or something Einstein would know about. It seems as though time suspends here, as you prance from one activity to the next, experiencing things one after the other that make you wonder if you in the U.S., time ceases to exist, let alone matter.

per the sake of example, after a lovely dinner at the madmen restaurant- meeting the head designer for Nanette Lapore and another girl who's story about gay penguins made it from time.com to the #1 story on cnn.com, I felt complete and thought it was normal that I go back to my hotel to snooze to be ready for a central park morning stroll. Then, my dearest LL, who lives in Brooklyn gave me a text. next thing I know, we are eating cheesecake at a red table, smack dab in the middle of Times Square. We, I in my unsmartest "walking" shoes, continued down the avenue (5th?) to Bryant Park, where all of the trees grow bending inward towards the central courtyard. There we sat near the steps of the Public Library- where I wished a security man with keys swinging around his finger would come by and allow us a sneak peak inside- it looks like a Paris building, all ornate. Anyhow, as we are chatting about the NYC days to come, planning our escapades, LL mentions a Japanese bar, which means Japanese barfood, which means delicious and reminicent of my days as a wanna-be geisha. I had to go. Right then. So, at 11 or so we took the subway to the East Village and dined in heaven. In bed a 2 am, I left the blinds open so I would wake up as early as possible to get back out there... which was 6:30.

The point and moral of this ramble is, well, NYC is amazing. and fast. and ambitious. And it makes me feel these things too. It's magic here.
Whether you  are trying to run the best restaurant in Little Italy, or have the best knock-off purse folding table business on a sidewalk, or design clothes for a designer who has runway shows...it seems everyone is trying for the top of their forte, and all of it, really is possible.