I don’t know how clever it actually is, but someone planted a gallery-type card on some street furniture in Chelsea. It’s an old steam vent (I think).
He over-valued. Typical.
If you’ve ever wondered what TV’s talking heads are looking at during satellite interviews, this is it. This is Fix News in New York City.
I get an earpiece and I stare at the black glass plate under the bright light. I can see the time and myself (and at this hour, another monitor showing Glenn Beck’s show, on air nearby), but I dare not look away from the blank glass, or I’ll come across as nervous and shifty. There is never a script or a prompter.
I used to assume that many Western Europeans understood English better than Americans do. I suppose that is still true (it’s definitely true for American current events), but I spotted the dreaded plural apostrophe everywhere, including at this menu in Berlin’s Sony Center.
Last weekend, someone introduced me to CatPaint for the iPhone. I am afraid I have not used the discovery for good.
All this app does is take any picture and let you stamp it with pictures of kitties. Each time you add one, your iPhone meows. That’s it. Yet it’s knee-slappingly hilarious.
Here is a CatPaint creation from earlier today. I saw a truck at a stoplight, snapped it, and catted it up. I’m so ashamed that I am enjoying it this much.
Barbara Corcoran and I at Aol’s studios, about to record an episode of her coaching show, “Practical Magic.”
The first segment premiered Friday at WalletPop.com.
She makes everyone around her better. She has the kind of energy that can leave you in the dust. I like to say that having a conversation with Barbara is like listening to five radio stations at the same time.