Summer

I was reading TimeOut's 75 things to do before summer ends...and apparently 5 of them were about going to fun places for ice-creams.

Rolling Stone names Goldman as 'a great vampire squid wrapped around the face of humanity' http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/story/29127316/the_great_american_bubble_machine

one洪门guy was invited as a guest-of-honor at NYU's Mid-Autumn Festival press conference

my boss is going to Atlanta to battle with some Israelis over something called 'the finder's fee'.

Sitting in front of your computer in a cell-like room makes you shy away from the mid-summer's sunshine. But despite that, people still easily fell in love with New York for some strange reason. It might be the lady wearing a flowery dress who is walking her two bulldogs across central park. It might be the clueless European girl asking you for directions. It might be the Asian artist playing Swan Lake in the underground subway station beneath the buzz of Times Square. Anyways, summertime in New York is different from the other seasons, and it is a blessing to New Yorkers that it is relatively long. At other times you will almost invariably be sucked into the endless swirl of things big or small, significant or trivial.

So that marks the end of my summer.