I am a Californian living in New York City.  I was born in the suburbs of Los Angeles, raised in the suburbs of San Diego, and went to college in the Bay Area, so I’d kind of consider myself somewhat of a semi-expert on Californianity.  Living as a Broke-Ass-West-Coaster-Gone-East for

Hooray summertime. It makes venues out of the streets and parks that once were blistering nightmares of wind and cold. Now that the sun has peeked out from behind its gray hiding spot we can start using the limited outdoors New York has for a bit of R n’ R.

When I saw that it is suppose to reach 87 today, I immediately thought about joking about riding the free IKEA water taxi between Manhattan and Red Hook all day.  However, the more I think about it, the less I want to dwell on anything else.  First, because I love