NYC is walk walk walk honk honk siren walk people people people walk honk.

It would drive me crazy to live here.

On the other hand, I saw the Buckminster Fuller exhibit and some pervy Maplethorpe Polaroids (really, kind of tame), ate some pretty sweet food, absorbed the sweet-o fashion of the day (which is some strange cross between 80s European style and washed out colors, with the American Apparel layered hair thing thrown in for good measure), saw some friends, and got to think about design.

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