Moving can be a pretty emotional experience. (Not for me, of course, because I am a bad-ass. I refer here to others.)

After you've packed and emptied the place you called home, it's hard not to be reminded of your mortality when you see all that empty space. Soon, someone else's stuff will fill that void. Soon, someone else will call that place home.

After ten years in Brooklyn, I sure will miss the place. My new home in Manhattan is a big step up in just about every way, but I'll always have a soft spot for the people and places on the Q train.

Do cats get wistful, too? Or is Marla just wondering where her litterbox went?

(Bklyn Blggng HQ)

Our big move is preceded by a smaller move via Zipcar. My aging G5 and Jo's beloved eMac get the white glove treatment, as will Marla the cat. Some things are just too precious to leave to the movers.

(New Bklyn Blggng HQ, Manhattan)

(City Bakery, 18 St, Manhattan)

After 9/11, the world changed for Americans. If New York and Washington could be attacked so easily, just about anything was possible. Hurt, scared, and angry, it was easy to be persuaded that this new world of endless possibilities could only mean bad things for us. We acted accordingly, and with disasterous results.

After 11/4, the world has changed again for Americans. We see again the endless possibilities for this country and this planet. We're still largely hurt and mostly scared, but I like to think we're no longer angry and we're sick of being scared. I like to think that instead of fearing the possibilities, we now will embrace them.

(Woorijip, West 32 St, Manhattan)

This is my last election as a Brooklyn resident, but I'm pretty sure that's not why everyone is calling it a historic moment.

All joking aside, it felt great to pull the lever for Barack. Godspeed, my man.

(P.S. 92, Parkside Av, Brooklyn)

The world's best performing arts school just got even swankier with a dramatic new stair and waiting area on 65 Street. Check it out with your own butt and feel the artistry.

(Juilliard School, Manhattan)

It's loud and smells bad when they repave your road in the wee hours, but that's the price of progress - or maybe just maintenance.

The cyclist in me did wonder whether the guys painting stripes would add a bike lane...if I slipped them a twenty.

I Zipcar pretty regularly, but budget considerations usually limit me to the cheaper Zips like the Martix, 3, and Rabbit.

But every now and then I'll splurge and treat myself to a short hop in a Mini. These cars are FUN and ride like the first and only car I've ever owned, the immortal Honda CRX si.

(32 St, Manhattan)

There's a right way and a wrong way to rotoscope your footage. The wrong way involves Photoshop, countless hours, and carpal tunnel.

Unfortunately, I haven't figured out the right way yet.

(Bklyn Blggng HQ)

...and he eats house trees for breakfast. He is known to frequent parts of our nation's capital but had never been caught on camera until now.

(Washington, DC)

When in DC at 2am, ya gotta do as the natives do, especially when it means scarfing down a half-smoke with a side of chili and cheese fries. It was worth the 20 minute wait in line.

(Ben's Chili Bowl, Washington, DC)

Looking for a more efficient way to prepare unhealthy meals? The Betty Crocker Stuff-N-Munch is your answer!

(Bklyn Blggng HQ)

The unholy combination of the Canon HV20 and the Cinevate Brevis has gotten me through two shorts, more than paying for itself in 16 months of ownership.

But as good as the images can be from this setup, the rig itself still looks hopelessly dorky. Can't have everything, ya know.

(Floyd Benett Field, Brooklyn)

Pinkberry annoys me, but that doesn't mean I'm 100% anti-fancypants-Asian-pricey-yougurt. The $5 shake at Red Mango kinda rocks. The $0 August 19, 2008 special was even better.

(Red Mango, 32 St, Manhattan)

(Bklyn Blggng HQ)