The posters for Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets went up in the subways yesterday. As far as I can tell, there are three of them: one with Harry looking dashing and intense, holding the sword; one of Hermione looking intense, holding her wand; and one of Ron, looking scared. I don't remember Ron being nothing but a figure of fun in the book.

(Aside: It opens 15 November. I'm taking that day off, because I'm starting my birthday celebrations the night before. Am I silly enough to actually try for a midnight showing of the movie? Worse: if there is a midnight or 2 am showing, am I silly enough to go to it after a night at Rose's Turn?)

(Answer unclear: try again later.)

On the way home tonight, I was greeted by two different people on the street. One was one of the clerks in the local wine shop, who, it turns out, shares my burgeoning obsession with Homies -- one day, I'll have to drop in with my duplicates, and see if any will help him flesh out his collection -- and the other was an old guy who seems to do odd jobs for people in the neighborhood: sweeping the sidewalks in front of stores, small errands, and the like.

I like living in a neighborhood where people know me and greet me. I like my city.