Manhattanhenge 2011. Photo courtesy of Gothamist.
So I’ve never experienced this before, but I think it will be pretty cool.
If you’re in New York City tonight at sunset, watch as “the setting Sun aligns precisely with the Manhattan street grid, creating a radiant glow of light across Manhattan’s brick and steel canyons,” according to Hayden Planetarium. This phenomenon, known to us as Mahattanhenge, is kind of like Stonehenge in the U.K., where the “Sun rises in perfect alignment with several of the stones, signaling the change of season.” Except, you know, I’m pretty sure ours is a fluke.
Ugh. I don’t even like seeing it on the page. Also, what is “fake” mayo?
There are definitely days in my life where nothing too extraordinary happens, and I tend to fall into a lull of security, thinking that maybe we’ve turned a corner, and a sense of normalcy in my life will reign forever. Then, something happens to remind me that normal will never be in the cards. There will never be a time when things aren’t utterly ridiculous. The crazy will always be following me. Case and point, an email I received yesterday:
Saw this trailer on Good Morning America yesterday and I got the chills. So did George Snuffleupagus. He said so. Josh Elliot did not, probably because he was too busy thinking about his date with Kelly Bensimon. Wrong Kelly, Josh!
Anyway, Ben Affleck’s new flick deals with the Iranian Hostage Crisis which was resolved in the early 1980s. Apparently, this film focuses on hostages that were able to escape and hide out in the Canadian Embassy. And Ben Affleck has to figure out how to get them out of there before they are discovered. Natch. Whitey Bulger is involved somehow…oh no, that’s not this movie.
And just in case I’m eventually arrested, I want to make sure my side of the story is heard.
So Audrey and I were innocently discussing the new Pizza Hut Crown Crust pizza via gchat on Wednesday. While not discussing matters of national security, we’re usually talking about other really important things, like Crown Crust pizza, Mark Titus, weaves, the Mighty Ducks movie franchise, Whitney Houston and Keurig coffee makers. We talked about all of these things Wednesday, in fact. Anyway, Crown Crust pizza was the second most disgusting thing I had heard of this week, and I decided to tell Audrey all about the first most disgusting thing: