The stoop sale was a great success, thanks for asking. It pretty much ate up our whole weekend, and it's always hard to tell if the proceeds are worth the extraordinarily large amount of time you put into sorting and pricing all the stuff you want to sell — but I always feel compelled to do it. When I was a kid we had similar sales in the driveway in front of our house, and my mom was always hitting up garage sales, rummage sales and thrift stores to fulfill our various material needs — so it just comes naturally to me to try to sell stuff I don't want before making a big trip to the Goodwill donation box. We'll do that too — I'd say we sold about half of the things we set out, and the rest will head for Salvation Army on Atlantic Avenue this week.All in all, we ended up with enough money to fill our gas tank about twelve times. We met some new people, had some tasty afternoon cocktails on the stoop with Sky and Chad, and got to chat it up with a bunch of friends, neighbors and passersby. My man Eddie from down the block brought us a jar of honey from a Fort Greene beekeeper and told me, "when it's gone, you'll know it's time to come back." Sitting on the stoop was a great way to spend a Sunday on one of our last weekends in New York.

Posting will be fairly light for the next few weeks as we race to wrap things up before the move, but please continue to check in for some random pics, links, records, and what have you.