Glow-in-the-dark ice-burgers.

Couple of things, folks: An ice-cream truck goes down our road every night. We got some for the first time last night, and apparently one of the neighbors had complained the day before and asked the guy not to go down our road anymore. Cause her kids can't have that sugary stuff, and it appears that she is unable to not consume when given the opportunity. One of our neigbors, with a very noticable Jersey accent, was ranting, talking about how the ice-cream truck's all-American, being red, white and blue, and communism and free enterprise and whatnot. Almost a note-to-self case. Last weekend we went to the Secaucus diner for the first time. Words can't describe. The thing is shinier than a diamond smuggler's toilet bowl (that's after the smuggle was successful and the "diamond recepticle" has been emptied). And if you like to work on your chewing routine, you know, like dancers do with the help of mirrors, it's your place to be.

And also, if this city would just turn off the light at night, instead of reading under the blanket until morning, or being scared of the monster in the closet, or thinking it's necessary to keep the porch light on all night just in case and because it doesn't like those automatic lights, or whatever it is it's doing, maybe it could finally get some freaking sleep. It's true, when you look at the sky at night here, it looks like dusk all night long. It's a soft, orange-blue luminescence most nights. Yeah, I'd like to say something more poetic about it, but you just need to come here and see to appreciate it and come up with your own stuff.