Today, probably the first summery day in New York. I took a stroll down Madison in midtown, on a short errand, and marveled at the bobbing heads of the crowds around me. It's like out of the old-timey reels of old-school New York, the sorts of things you view as a kid in the midwest and think, Gosh, how can any place in the world be like this. But there it is, construction workers amongst tourists amongst office workers headed to lunch. In eighty degree weather, the first sunny day after a few dreary days of rain and fog. The city sighs a breath of relief. I never want to leave this place.

Spent the day in the office. Not all of it working, but I did spend some time scowling at a term sheet and preliminary documentation regarding a securities offering. Learned a bit about tax law, securities law. What makes a stock option an option? That kind of thing.

I am reading Pynchon's Against the Day. Like most of his "literary" work, it jumps from place to place, with a common voice and tone, but its relationship to reality always attenuated and impressionistic.

Else, not much going on. Today was a beautiful day in New York. Nick hung out in Central Park with the "gang," while I spent the day in my office, watching the day veer from sunny, to cloudy, to rainy, to sunny. Rain probably lasted 30 seconds, all told. I watched it come and go on the radar, an angry red eye floating over Manhattan.

Emigrating, not importing, from LiveJournal. We'll see how this goes.