Erin Miller

I am about to go watch my roommate perform as a pit trombonist during a dance performance at Julliard (Did I mention he scored me a pair of twenty dollar tickets for free?) I like New York City for lots of things like this, but I do wish that the city was located closer to the equator. Why did eight million people decide to settle here? Why not Florida? Today I had my first experience with "Wintry Mix." I find that new places I live often come with their own unique types of weather. My region in Honduras was occasionally predicted to be "Smoky" and to my immense amusement, on those days, the weather could really only be accurately described as "smoky." Farmers burnt their fields during certain periods in order to clear them for the next planting season, which caused the weather to become smoky, and Dan to remark that the whole country smelled like a campfire. The only words I have found so far to describe "Wintry Mix" are ice-rain, and it is much less amusing to me than "Smoky." Spot says that I still need to take her for a walk; though I have no idea how to even go about preparing for that kind of adventure.

Here is the picture from the forecast:

Precip: 100%
Snow this morning will give way to a mixture of snow and sleet this afternoon. Some rain may mix in late.

I am in the middle of finals during my first semester of graduate school. I am busy, tired, and just the slightest bit stressed. I would love to be able to take a half hour break and catch up on current events in a way that allows me to laugh at the world and at myself. However, you are not on. I am not taking a position against the writers strike. In fact, I understand the writers strike. I'll I am saying is that I have not had time to buy groceries and have no food in the house, I have a pile of dirty laundry, Christmas gifts to buy, I have to be at work until midnight, and I have a thirteen page paper to write for my class (which is due Saturday. Saturday? Really? We have class on Saturday?) and I'll I would like is a half hour comedic break. Instead I have been forced to eat my meals, such as they are (mainly fluffer nutters and asian delivery), while getting my news from more reputable sources such as the New York Times, the BBC, and The Week. I find my news much harder to digest in these more serious formats, and I would really appreciate it if you could come back and give me a few more episodes, just to get me through finals. Further, I had tickets to your show on NOVEMBER 5TH, the first day of the writers strike. I had been a wonderful enough and thoughtful enough girlfriend to arrange, a month ahead of time, for my boyfriend and I to attend your terrifically free show while he was in town visiting. I had built up the surprise plans for that evening for weeks. Instead, we were forced to walk to Rockefeller Center to decide that the ice skating was too expensive. The best news to come out of this is that my boyfriend has agreed to come back to the city so that we can attend the show as soon as it is back on and I can get tickets again. Therefore, I feel, that at the very least, I should get my choice of dates for free tickets as soon as you are back on. Really, they should be VIP tickets.

Dan and I deciding that ice skating is too expensive. Sure, its a cute picture, but how much more fun would it have been to be at the daily show?

My roommates are undeniably my favorite part of the city. One of them just walked into my room with a plate full of hot cookies -- and this was no easy feat because, in keeping with the flavor of adventure in the city, our stove hasn't worked for more than a month. We just finished an evening of speed scrabble and decorating our Christmas tree -- that's right, we have a tree. Sure, finals start next week, but sometimes egg nog, speed srabble, and tree decorating with the coolest kids in New York are just more important than biostats. Happy Holidays!

Speed Scrabble

Spot the lapdog