happiness is...

...reliving your holiday through photos. Work can wait.


All the NYTCs at a picnic in Central Park.


NYTC and me at the Guggenheim, where we were heard plotting our own version of Daniel Buren's stripes, but in polka dots.


I screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Poor Alfie's ear drums. Then I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Even the Zipper ride operator was laughing [prolly because he gave us an extra terok ride, but not that I'm complaining].

Note: I dunno why my pix are having the pixelated porno effect again. I think Photo Bucket is screwing with me.