A Leg Grows in C Minor

Sorry folks, my life is going to be a giant rollercoaster until July. After that, things should be calmed down enough for me to write more frequently. I haven't announced yet that I have a new job! Mike and I went down to NYC the first week of April. I had three interviews, and at my first interview (New York Methodist) they offered me a job! That confused me a bit, so I decided to wait a few days until after my other interviews to see if I actually wanted to take the NYM offer. Well to make a long story short, NYM turned out to be the best place for me to take a job. It's in the exact neighborhood where we want to live in Brooklyn, I only have to work 3 days a week (although I have to work 7pm-7am), and I get a ton of awesome benefits. Plus I'm making NYC standard money, which means a hell of a lot more than I make at my current job. So as of the first week of June, I will be working and living in Brooklyn, NY. Scary! The only thing left to do is find an apartment

From March 20th-25th I traveled all around the great southwestern state of Arizona. The weather fluctuated from 65 to 80 degrees, compared to 30 in Rochester, and I got to see lots and lots of cacti, never mind the GRAND CANYON! One of my best friends from college, Sara, moved to Tucson a couple years ago and wanted visitors. Angela and I decided to help her out with that, and it was a great time. The lowlight was my constant runny nose (I had to walk around the Grand Canyon with a roll of toilet paper in my pocket), but there were many highlights, including my wonderful new Mexican friends Adrien and Saoul (Sa-OOL) who declared their undying love for me whilst following me around Nogales. It was quite the adventure. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves: This was my view on the drive from Phoenix to The Grand Canyon Grand Canyon, baby: Silly Sara, always falling off cliffs.... Angela is very homicidal This is my "Where's Waldo" picture Sooo it seems as if

First of all, let me say a happy birthday (for another 40 min) to my now fiance Mike, who turned 27 today, and while I'm at it, a happy birthday for myself, who turned 26 yesterday. Secondly, I've been trying very hard to catch up on all the old movies that I stupidly dVRed all at once. I've watched some that I can't even believe made it to my "1001 movies you should watch before you die" book ( Ninotchka ?? Seriously? Greta Garbo was like a more boring Temperance Brennan, and Bela Lugosi was seriously underused.) and I've watched some that I very much enjoyed. A couple I've seen lately that are both highly recommended are The Red Shoes and The Man Who Knew Too Much (1955 version). The Red Shoes is a British ballet movie. *Yawn* you say, and I thought the same thing. But Anton Walbrook's performance was spectacularly reptilian, and Moira Shearer did a fantastic job in her first role. It's basically about work vs personal life and havin