Beck is a Scientologist

Stepping onto 8th avenue was like a breath of fresh air! (warning: I may carry this metaphor on far longer than general practice would condone ;) Straight away the life and vitality of the city filled my lungs and I felt reinvigorated after a more than interesting insight into long distance busses across America.

Met up with Hayden and firmly established the Rydges legend on the Upper West Side. Also managed to squeeze in a little touristing and were confronted by a show of pure force down by the WTC with at least 30 cop cars parked in formation along one side. These were accompanied by officers carrying no less than M-16 rifles which makes you more than cautious and it's hard to stop wondering whether, if something did happen, how much care they would take in discriminating positively in the favour of general passersby.

It seems that every keyboard in this cafe has at least one button broken, this time it's the k - a big improvement on u and .

Caroline's friend Amanda has been very generous so far in donating her couch to the cause, and apart from a couple of mishaps with the keys (having to wake the super at 5am to be buzzed into the building isn't a great way to endear yourself to the staff. Best not to actually say your apartment)

On Saturday night I went with Jimmy, the other room mate, to probably the coolest party I've ever experienced. Pauly you would've been all over this place. Titled Rubalot it's over in Brooklyn and involves about 6 areas in a whole building with live bands, old school movies and a number of DJs. It was the type of place that dressing like Karen O was conservative.