Serendipitously catching a photo shoot at the Brooklyn Bridge. Photo taken 9/24/07 while doing the Big Onion Walking Tour of Brooklyn Bridge and Brooklyn Heights.


Oy. I've noticed that neither me nor my blogista pals have posted a new entry in a while (I'm talking to you AgB, Rainbow Flower, and Creative Path). Has blogging become a thing of the past?

Duh, of course it has. Blogs have been out for as long as Ryan Seacrest has been the host of E! News. But I know for a fact that my blogging has nothing to do with it being a fad but everything to do with the versatility of the medium, and I'm pretty sure my friends felt similarly.

In any case, hope this entry incites an online journal/scrapbook revival. I miss reading new entries of my friends' blogs.

5 Random Confessions Teaneck T Is Willing to Make Today

1. I've begun watching The Hills. Yes, you are allowed to make fun of me for this. There's something about watching these vapid teen-agers create drama out of sheer boredom that fascinate the living crap out of me.

2. Of this year so far:
Best book I've read = Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.

Worst book I've read = Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis. I couldn't get past page 10. Started the book on the bus ride from Port Authority; the bus has barely entered I-95 and I was done with the book.

Most surprising book = Creating a Life Worth Living by Carol Lloyd. This is a 97-cent galley copy Lorin bought at the Strand more than a decade ago. While reading it I kept marveling at how helpful and enjoyable it is, and how the choices I've made over the years might potentially have been far different if I had read this book sooner.

Most disappointing book = How to be Good by Nick Hornby. Oh, this book makes me Sigh with a capital S. I love love love Nick Hornby. I thought the guy could rewrite the phone book and it would come out good. I guess not. But I nevertheless remain proud of the guy for taking risks with his writing. All real artists have a "bring it on" attitude when it comes to trying out new things, and he certainly did that with this book.


3. I was playing with Kayla last weekend. We were playing some pretend royalty game that involves an inflatable ball. At some point, figuring I had given her ample attention, I asked her if it's okay now for me to go up and say hello to her baby sister. To which Kayla replied, "No. You already said hi to her." I stared at her, giving her the ole sober-adult look. Kayla looked at the ground and pouted. "No," she repeated. "You're my Duchess Triccie."

4. The idea of writing entire notebooks in numbered-list format excites me to no end. I saw Into the Wild yesterday (excellent flick; highly recommended) and saw that the guy wrote like that. As in:
"31. rice emergency in a few days.
32. I should never have shot that moose."

Even though I was very much into the movie, a part of me started taking notes when I saw him write like that. Sure enough, when I woke up this morning the note-taker presented me with those scenes from the movie, and I got excited again.

5. I've already decided that next spring I'll be going on the 7-day Rick Steves walking tour of Rome, God willing. With or without Lorin. Walk Rome or bust.


And you -- any random confessions you care to make? Five in number or otherwise?