Aatom says we're all headed toward inevitable communications anarchy wherein each of us has his own blog, tells it like he sees it, and no one really cares, because we're all shouting into the same wind. After passing up The Spotted Pig (packed), we found the one quiet spot in the west village last night where we could be undisturbed and talk together like old friends. One of my fave Italian restaurants, used to have cute--I mean hot--waiters, friendly, talk to you, make you feel welcome, now there are wonderfully efficient Mexicanos, oh they know their metier, but they have nothing at all to chat you up with. The kitchen sends you some very pretty food, however, and even though something Italian was missing, it was just the kind of quiet place we were looking for to argue, as we always do, where this world is heading, how fast, do we really care --somethng like that.

The world's all changing, and it bothers me, but I'm glad it doesn't bother him. He'll be making some changes, and some improvements, and as for the rest of it, I think he knows how to enjoy it.