The Weekend

It was as relaxing as could be. Saturday morning, we went to a birthday party on a roof deck. Saturday afternoon, we took a 2-mile walk in search of affordable real estate (what looked good was not affordable; the affordable was depressing), and then met some friends in Prospect Park. For Mother's Day, we went out to the boardwalk on Brighton Beach, encountered surly Russians, picked at overpriced food, and climbed giant sand mountains.

Asher is getting tough to handle. Leah is getting tough to handle. I know from experience that we will find a new equilibrium, but it's going to be a bumpy ride for the next six months.

Moving on...

I found a new street vendor near my office that actually sells hot food for breakfast. So long, stale bagel and questionably-sourced cream cheese. Hello, egg on a roll! And it's only a buck fifty.

Barack Obama was on This Week yesterday, and I caught the podcast this morning. Unlike John Edwards on the same program, Obama came across very well - measured and not tethered to talking points. Strike that. He was tethered to talking points (they all are), but he did so in a way that was not utterly banal. Here's a question, though: Stephanopoulos seemed to treat him as most other journalists treat him - with kid gloves. Is it that everyone's afraid to smack around a well-groomed black man, or is it that Obama diffuses all of these potentially tough questions with his enduring (and endearing) attitude that he's not infallible, and that he's proven willing to listen to other points of view? Is it that no one's digging, or that he truly is (as Biden said), a clean guy with no terrible skeletons, no shady dealings, and no egregious hypocrisies?