Fjorder's Profile

Great job with the organization, fellas. Looks like you both have made some well-edited choices. My only gripe—and I am likely wrong—is it may be too *curated*; I'm feeling a showroom-like vibe here. Perhaps it needs some more personality, needs to have a more comfortable, lived-in feel.

Great company with a superlative, value-priced product. We have a 12-shelf unit in our Brooklyn apt and gets lots of complements on it.

I think Ann Sacks tiles are made in Sausalito, CA by Heath Ceramics. Nearly everything they made is gorgeous in my opinion...I wish I lived out there, as they have great warehouse sales with dramatic price reductions...

the outer sunset's much better than the inner sunset. Except when the entire city is sunny and everything west of 36 st (Sunset Blvd) is mired in pea-soup fog.

Reading the other comments brought me back to 9/11/2001, actually back to 9/10/2001. Everything was possible that night. I left my office on Vandam Street in the far West Village and went to Yankee Stadium. The Red Sox were in town and me and a few blokes had great seats; but it was raining hard. The game was eventually rained out and we went to Queens to a Indian place near someone's apartment, then to Brooklyn to a bar, and eventually to Williamsburg to sleep. We made 4 out of 5 boroughs! I do remember later in the evening when the rains subsided that there were SO MANY people out that night; more than usual, I thought, and everyone was having a blast.

The next morning was gorgeous. I was late for work and hung over, and got off the subway at Spring & Canal. Coming up from above ground facing north, I noticed people poring out of a building there, all pointing and looking south. So I wheeled around and saw the hole in the tower. But from that vantage point, it's hard to judge: The Towers were so huge, and I said to myself "probably a Cessna hit it, what a tragedy" after someone told me that a plane had hit the tower. Then the second plane hit as I was buying coffee and all hell broke loose. I was on the street with tens of thousands of others-my office mates and I were at Greenwich and Canal, and someone remarked that there's so much debris flying off the building; I knew otherwise but wouldn't, I couldn't verbalize the horror of what I was witnessing. When the first Tower came down, it was like a million people screaming at once. It was then that we started to hike uptown, and then that I witnessed the city folk coming together to help each other: We passed cars with doors ajar and radios blasting 1010 WINS dozens of people crowded around, listening to reportage from a chopper over the Towers; restaurants and bodegas were handing out water and drinks; scores of people were embracing, too scared to look south. I was one of them.

On the Brooklyn photo: Is that Park Place, between Underhill and Vanderbilt in Prospect Heights?

I've admired this place and pissed off my onboard guests by idling too close/too long one late summer afternoon during Newport Jazz Festival. great feature in NY Times today.

I wouldn't spend more than $1000 on a quality reupholster of the piece—it certainly has a interesting shape.

suziegoombs—check the corona @ macy's...

twenty-twenty one—Yes! the Nuni skit...