All Aboard the Failboat!

In which I learn that Tetsuya's is like unto the French Laundry, and calling for reservations a mere month in advance is wildly insufficient. (Their next open slot is July 22nd.)

Monday Night Media

First, Steve and I finally adventured into the Heart of Darkness that is XBox Live. Our goal was to get some Rock Band action going with Dr. Nick, who was stuck home with the baby. So here we are, one brain from MIT, one brain from Columbia, and a medical doctor, and it took us 40 minutes to figure the Goddamn thing out (and we still haven't sorted how to make the headsets work right). I suggested, partway through, that we fetch an average 12-year-old child to explain it to us. OH GOD WE ARE OUR PARENTS

Eventually we got it working, and it was Good.

Afterwards, watched most of the 1st season of "30 Rock". It was roaringly funny, and I'm looking forward to more. Alec Baldwin really turns in a perfect performance, there.

Jogging #13: Blood, Toil, Sweat, But No Tears

I went running in Central Park today. This was, for some reason, much more difficult (physically) than the gym. I don't know if it was having to watch out for other traffic, the fact that I didn't have an actual route, the very un-level terrain, or a combination; but I was making heavy weather of it. The fact that my anklet got caught between my flesh and my shoe, and thus gouged a big bleeding hole in my heel, did not help much.

But, did it. I am not convinced I'm ready for the time upgrade, but maybe I'll try it slow-like tomorrow.

Down a half-pound this morning.