Thomas Alva, This One's For You
If we're voting, make mine electric. I don't really care what we're voting about. Chairs are pretty much the only thing I'm going to come up wrong with on this one, so have at it.
Not sure when the power came back up, but I'm sitting here in the dark enjoying the last few minutes of quiet before things get back to normal in the big city.
I spent most of the waking evening just walking around lower Manhattan, not really much else to do. I re-read most of Pragmatic. I did note that, even though I normally read a lot, if you make it the only thing I can do, it suddenly becomes much less interesting. People were actually in pretty good spirits about the thing. More people drunk than usual, more glow sticks than a bad rave.
Two random oddities spotted while walking the Battery Park City promenade after sundown: 1) a middle-aged woman reading something on an ebook type device overlooking the Hudson and 2) I'm fairly certain I saw a couple doing it off in the bushy shadows on the lawn of the Holocaust Museum. Actually only one of those is technically an oddity.
Last observation: the lights never went out on the Statue of Liberty last night.