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I am in NY without incident, which is the best result when flying cross-country. Dinner in a few hours, then a call for school. Conference tomorrow. I'm trying to ensure I have spare time for a museum trip.

Lots of snow on the ground, but it's clear and about 45 right now, so I'm happy about that.

What I'm reading: Paul McCauley, The Quiet War

Best. Robot. Chicken. Ever.

The Opera: Le Wrath di Khan
(Although they should have worked in "Revenge is a dish best served cold. It is very cold... in spaaaaace.")

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I had dinner at Les Halles tonight. A lovely bit of seared foie gras with apples and walnuts, followed by filet bearnaise which was meltingly tender. Very nice, although I'm not sure it's better than, say, Chez Papa. (Except that I wasn't held up during my dinner, always a plus.)