Look at all those damn coats. It still feels like Winter around here, and west coasters keep on bragging about how it’s 70 out, or how they went and laid out on the beach during their lunch break. Thankfully, however, I’m headed home next week.

I spent most of today doing some behind the scenes coding and blog work. WordPress released a new version, 2.5, which has many improvements over the previous version, which, in itself, is much better than moveable type. On my blog, I added a link to the rss feed, made some pagination fixes, fixed some minor layout and spacing issues, and got search working. I’m pretty happy with search, give it a shot. Works pretty well, eh?

I had a nice little weekend, going to the auto show and eating Fried Chicken. The New York Auto Show was twice large as the SF auto show, but had about five times as many people. At some manufacturers’ booths it was so crowded that the flow of traffic came to a standstill…like at the Lamborghini booth.

After the car show, we went to BBQ Chicken, a semi-new Korean fast food chicken chain. Prices were the same as KFC, but quality was way better. Check out their menu to get hungry. We also sampled some yogurt at the new Red Mango in the West Village. Legend has it that Red Mango is the original Pinkberry. It was supposedly the first major Korean chain of tart yogurt and fresh fruit, but Pinkberry got its foot in the American door first and that 2 year head start gave it significant business traction.

Red Mango’s yogurt tasted smoother, less tart and more dairy-y than Pinkberry. The toppings tasted less fresh but that might be because most of the berries and whatnot are currently out of season (it’s Winter still). I’m not quite sure I liked it–it felt too heavy for what should just be frozen water and white powder flavor. It actually felt a little guilty, it was that heavy. Wait, did I just say I felt guilty for eating a small frozen yogurt? Nevermind. For now, my vote still goes to Pinkberry.

At midnight every year, sometime in March, the circus comes to town. In NYC, this involves walking elephants down a closed 34th street from the Midtown Tunnel to Madison Square Garden. I posted up in the middle of Hearld Square, thinking that would be best place see the procession. We were 2 hours too early, so we went and got a drink and talked about normal elephant stuff–how tall they are, what kind of sounds they make, alternatives to marching them down a closed city street at 1am…

They finally came, with a wake of people, and I was inevitatably swept along. If you walked at a brisk pace, you could just keep up with them, but if you ran, you could get ahead, take more pictures and see the ring master again. I ran with them from Hearld Square to Madison Square Garden and into the press area by way of sneaking by a police barricade. And then one of elephants took a dump. It was, like the book says, huge. So I left.