The blackout treated us remarkably okay. I was at home taking a nap when the lights went out; when I woke up, I thought at first that the fridge light had died. Then I heard a commotion in the hallway, and went out to ask what was going on. I ended up hanging out by the 14th-floor stairwell with our neighbors Sarah and Rita, passing out cups of water and juice to exhausted people climbing the stairs, and giving ice cream sandwiches to kids while they lasted. (In the meantime, Lisa was stuck out in Far Rockaway, and took a series of buses, plus a ride from a friendly passerby, to get home, which took her a few hours.) We all retreated to Sarah and Rita's apartment and sat around and chatted and ate grape tomatoes. It felt very neighborly.
I spent most of yesterday hoping that my ISP would get back online already, making a vegetarian feijoada (black bean stew with lots of spices and produce and veggie sausage) from the Crescent Dragonwagon book, and going to see the Polyphonic Spree at Warsaw. Which was an experience, but one I'm getting paid to write about elsewhere.