Those of you in New York City this weekend should have no trouble finding a bit of music to enjoy. In fact, it might prove difficult to avoid. You may even find yourself dancing—wildly, uncontrollably—as you stroll along one of the city's many great stretches of sidewalk. The sidewalks themselves will vibrate like drum heads, bend like strings.
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Stuff is happening faster than I can responsibly blog. So fast and far and wide, in fact, it makes me wonder if it's actually happening at all. You know how it is when you learn a new word and you suddenly begin hearing that word everywhere?
I ran into Ashley over the weekend. She had the baby with her. It had been some time since last I saw them—about a year, in fact. It was good to see them.