Saw Union Square park for the first time, sans memorial. It looks so empty now. I had loved all the flowers and candles and up-all-night radiance, and the graffiti'd George Washington statue. I realize that NYC has been photographed obsessively these past several weeks, but I still feel some regret that I didn't take any pictures, at least of the memorials.

After months of bupkus, I am a veritable job magnet all of a sudden. I have three interviews tentatively lined up, and have started hearing back from some companies I'd sent resumes to (mostly the non-profits from Idealist.org). Hallelujah!

Now playin': Mercury Rev's "Nite and Fog" from All is Dream, which is causing me to have an out of body experience.