Happy New Year!

I tried uploading a picture taken on the Trump Pier on The Hudson that shows my building among other ones, and was going to write something clever like “Happy New Years from my house to yours.” Couldn’t find the exact picture that I wanted. That was probably fortunate for you.

If I began thanking everybody who has taken part in this amazing journey with me, I would be writing until New Years Day. Anyway I’m saving that for my AcademyAward speech, duh BOB speech

Have been reciting variations of the speech since I was two. It’s for best actress, and my dress for the last several years has diamonds in the straps, and diamonds in the sole of the shoes. Read my Gotti post below

Hey it’s my fantasy and I never let anything get in the way of designing the dress; including but not limited to: not watching The Academy Awards, not being an actress and/or having virtually no desire to be one.

Do have a Chinese fortune taped on my laptop:

A dream will always triumph over reality, once it is given a chance.

Let’s give peace a chance; and on a more personal note, I am giving my dream every chance. No my dream isn’t winning The Bob Award, though I admit that would be wonderful. My dream is also my personal goal for 2006, and I have every intention of triumphing over reality.

Because I believe that the time around New Years is a time to work on my goal, I will be changing the categories on my posts this weekend, and working on making the real goal come true. One of the categories will be favorite posts.

Last night Central Park Was Grand is about New Years Eve in Central Park last year. Not sure that it’s an example of my best writing but any night I can be in Central Park at Midnight is worth writing about.

Instead of going to Fairway after the movies yesterday, I bumped into a friend, and went to his house. Upon leaving I forgot to go to Fairway which is less than a block away from his apartment in a building with a beaux art marble lobby; the benches are built into the walls. It’s one of my favorite lobbies in New York.

No way will I go in to a store today; today, tomorrow and Sunday are the last frenzied food shopping days until Superbowl Sunday when no person who wants to remain sane will shop.

I called city market grill, a salad bar, sandwich place on Broadway, and had them deliver food that went with the navel oranges, and overly ripe cherry tomatoes, that were the only things in the refrigerator, besides condiments, and no fat half & half. Then cooked the tomatoes in sesame ginger miso marinade, threw it over the salad and put it in the refrigerator. I have just given you proof that I can cook, when combined with variouslettuces, roasted corn, three bean salad, roasted peppers,goat cheese and red onions, it’s delicious, and two or three entire meals. Think I have mentioned if suceeding in life was based on an ability to make salads I would have won the store many a full moon ago.

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The other night on the eight block, two avenue walk to Lucia’s I realized that the Upper West Side suffers from a surfeit of Christmas uh seasonal decorations. Every building has a tree on one side and a menorah on the other but no building or street decoration has colors.

Everything seems to be an array of tasteful various shades of white. Boring. I haven’t seen it yet but there’s an apartment in a building across from Caridad, a Cuban/Chinese restaurant, mentioned on Seinfeld and frequented by cab drivers and people from the hood, that has a peace sign in the window all winter. Love it. The peace sign not the restaurant which was great before they doubled the size.

I thought about the lights because I was at Bonnie’s in Ditmas Park Brooklyn and there was a house near her building. Scroll down and look at the tastefully garish house. Bonnie writes just like she talks, and has introduced me to another New York. No, I sorta knew Brooklyn; the New York of the people on the rivers and estuaries of New York. I’m fascinated by people who don’t let wind ruin their plans

I walk next to the Hudson every day for three seasons and know New York’s waterway’s as well or better than most usual landlubbers. Bonnie’s knowledge of it makes mine seem minuscule and amature. Lucia and I used to work across the street from Juniors; Bonnie has a picture of it. New York style cheesecake is one food that I never desire; had so much of it at special work occasions which happened at least once a day usually more often.

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Yesterday I kidnapped Lucia and made her go to the movies with me as my dentist appointment had been cancelled. We saw The Family Stone, cute, and I saw that Brokerback Mountain was about to begin, and nobody was checking tickets. We had to sit in the third row and my neck is still killing me, but it was so worth it.

Though Heath Ledger was incredible; this should be Viggio Mortenson’s year. His performance in A History of Violence was astonishing; he could turn one eyebrow and his look would change so much you wouldn’t be able to know if he was the wonderful person he seemed to be or the horrible person some other people claimed he was.

And the movie was the impetus for my chick’s guide to vibrator ratings which obviously only work for DVD’s. One assumes that last part anyway.

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May 2006 bring both peace and the troops home safely and quickly.

May the horrors that happened in 2005 never be repeated, or worse things happen, kinehorah, knock on wood, merde etc.

On a much more positive and personal note, thank you all for becoming part of my life. Yes it’s true; it is true; it’s an honor just to be nominated. I truly knew nothing about this and have been overwhelmed in a good way since Tuesday.

Have a blog called Courting and it’s more than a bit quirky so being recognized is so appreciated. This isn’t even best indie/cult film; it’s “best overall”. Wow. I’m amazed.

Happy 2006; may all your wishes come true.