I don’t leave New York all that much. Last week I went to California. I’ll just say: I didn’t fare so well. And I really do think there was something wrong, perhaps even deadly, about that hotel. I also had a layover in Phoenix. Here are photos.


The ground in Phoenix




The ground above Phoenix




In California: art, comforter




A theme park, in the distance; will not go




The view, not much during the day




The view, decidedly better at night




Me, with the view; no, not for The Mirror Project




Room service was good, and as expensive as your dad warned




Now might be a good time to call for help




Directions to the wine country; no, just to less-tasty meeting rooms




Warning signs: 1) no smoking, obviously; but what about 2 and 3?




Warning signs: 2) don’t drink in this hotel, or else




Warning signs: 3) this hotel can kill every living thing




I lived on the thirteenth floor