1. Walking past the Wyckoff Gardens Houses the other evening, I encountered things expected from previous walks, albeit still unwelcome: a blast of 50 Cent's "Candy Shop", which has to be the most stilted and uninfectious song ever to climb the charts, and somebody tossing a tin take-out tray from a high window. What I did not anticipate, and what filled me with joy at people's ability to defy demographic expectations of personal taste, was a 60- or 70-year-old man blasting "Careless Whisper". Brooklyn, I love you.
2. Once you notice how much Robert Patrick looks like Don Henley, Terminator 2 is fucking ruined forever.
(For the record, I don't plan on having all posts be two-item lists, but hey, it's a thought.)