Apartment 53

Apartment 53 was my first apartment in NYC where I lived on my own, and thus, where I really think of my life as a Manhattan woman beginning. I've always been fascinated by NYC apartments. Giant buildings filled with people, each with their own story. Windows everywhere. And I always wonder: what's behind them? What do people see when they look in from the outside? What is the real story of the person who lives behind that glass? This is my blog. A real story from a Manhattan apartment.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Absentee Ballot

I have been out of the blogosphere for so long that I have felt quite a bit of pressure on my next post. I will explain this to my fan: I sprained my wrist. It was dreadful. My new man took me snowboarding, and after a lesson where I linked turns and got cocky, I fell backwards (wrist guards were in my locker,) and pulled all of the ligaments in my right hand. So, I couldn't type.

That said, I feel like I need to ease back in to things, so I will say this:
"American Idol" is back on the air, and I feel like the world is just how it should be. However, Simon (as much as I love him,) uses the word "cabaret" way too often. He uses it to compare certain singers who are, say, ordinary, or over-dramatic, or theatrical, or who use too much verbrato, to singers who are ordinary, over-dramatic, and who use way too much verbrato and who are often found in downtown NY or LA clubs or on cruise ships for people over 80 who can't hear very well anyway.

That's all.

I'll be back soon.