Summer is here. Francesco’s, f/k/a Nino’s, has greeted the weekend with expanded outdoor seating. For you to get your sausage roll on.
In other food news, a dumplings-and-shaved-ice joint has opened up around the corner. I’ll try not to call them snocones.
I took a sailboat cruise around Manhattan. I like to call it, The Zookeeper’s Night Off. Photos of the event made me want to go on a milk diet. That joke’s for you. You know who you are.
Last night as we were going to bed, Tim accused Trandsniestra of being a level in World of Warcraft. Something about shooting the unicorns. Thank you, Ask Metafilter, for giving me an air of legitimacy.
I have been fantasizing about brewing beer for a living. I have the marketing and PR all figured out (duh), just not the, like, beer brewing part.
It’s almost Soccer Time.
There may be a car in our future, if Seymour can get his act together. I’m trying not to ask too many questions. I’ll accept an orange Chevy Malibu if that’s what it takes.
I bought a purple dress at H&M on the way home. I missed the F train by nanoseconds, but had the last laugh at West 4th Street.
I hope everyone is having a nice July. Think of me tomorrow night when I hang out with my hippie cousin. “Girl, I’ve been ragin’ every night!” Mmmm. Rage. Yes. I see.
For the past week, I’ve been experimenting with using Mint as a way to look at my monthly income and spending.
I’m going to ditch it.
1. Every time it uploads my checking account transactions, it multiplies my ATM withdrawals by 10. Meaning, the same withdrawal appears on the same date 10 times. The only way to correct this is to manually tag and categorize all but one of the transactions as “Exclude from Mint.” Every. Single. Time.
2. The “Trends” page is all Flash — annoying enough in and of itself, but it always defaults to a “see all” view. I can’t get it to default to see just this month and, again, have to manually select “July” every time.
3. It chokes on my 401k account every time I try to sync it up. This is doing evil things to my net worth calculation.
4. There is something slightly creepy about having all of your major banking and loan accounts together in one spot on the Internet. I think I’d rather have a software application running locally that occasionally pings my Web-based accounts and pulls the data onto my hard drive. Very 1.0 of me, I know.
So, Farewell, Mint. You’re not quite ready for prime time.
“Where’s the satire? If there is any, it’s in the exaggeration of the stereotype, but if you merely reproduce already exaggerated views, you’re not satirizing anything; you’re just illustrating.”—Suspect Device: The Blog » Since she asked
“There in the sun on her terrace it seemed easy to believe in someday, but later I had a low-grade afternoon hangover and ran over a black snake on the way to the supermarket and was flooded with inexplicable fear when I heard the checkout clerk explaining to the man ahead of me why she was finally divorcing her husband.”—On Keeping a Notebook, Joan Didion