I could love spring in New York if it weren’t for the inescapable dread of summer that invariably accompanies any rise in temperature. That said, the past couple of weeks have been positively heavenly: 50s to 60s, breezy, the occasional rainstorm. If only this were August, and the weather had nowhere to go but autumn. Spencer and I hit up our usual Mexican restaurant for the first time this year today - for some reason, I never crave Mexican food except in warm weather (maybe it’s the margaritas). There are few things better than book hunting outside the Strand when it’s nearly April and you’re full of amazing homemade salsa and strawberry margaritas. I picked up an armful - literally - of Granta back issues (yes, more Granta back issues) and used philosophy texts for under fifteen bucks. The icing on the cake (or whatever) was a copy of Computer Dictionary from 1982, extensively illustrated, for one dollar.