TWSS

The folks at Sugar are killing it! And the business community knows it.

This time, Fortune's calling Sugar the future of publishing! 

I know I don't usually post about food (Ha! I think I now understand the full meaning of the word "guffaw"!), but this required a little TWSS recognition.

Scott got inspired on Sunday when he ordered a roast from Peapod. And got inspired again today when he made it! (Nothing like an expiration date on a hunka meat to get you to pop that thing in the oven...) The result? A midday snack roast! Yummmm.

NY loves Sugar! First it was the NYTimes and now it's "The City"!  SO I'm sitting on my super comfy couch, still in my gym clothes (yes! GYM!), lamenting the fact that I couldn't drag myself to the bar for a little Section F reunion time (I'm sorry, I am not yet buying this "If you work out the next day, you will feel LESS sore."  Yeah, if by "less," people mean "more."), and look who's on my screen!  Fashionologie's very own Tommye Fitzpatrick!  So cool! (Please note: No, I do not usually watch "The City."  I needed something mindless in the background because I'm trying to decipher carbon credits and water desalination revenue streams based on an 10MW, 20MW, and 80MW demo plants... Thoughts? Anyone?  Seriously.)

Yes, I've been inexcusably delinquent in updating TWSS this month.  As one diligent reader pointed out, I've resorted to posting "here's where I am right now!" posts.  Well, FourSquare already exists, and while I'm sure you are all anxiously awaiting to hear where I am at a particular moment in time, it's time to jump back on the twss bandwagon.  And so, here's what I've been up to in the last month.  This is me in a nutshell (cue Mike Myers), aka the October Tally: 3 peeping episodes (contrary to how it sounds, this is NOT in fact a perverted, chimo activity conducted in white vans with no windows), 3 weekends away (out of 4 total in October!), 1 Mexican wrestler, and 1 wicked (how Boston am I right now) cough that just can't quit me.  Keep peeping...

In the last two days, I've found myself killing time in a Starbucks three times. And who woulda thunk it? Starbucks is prime ground for spotting signs of the recession. No, not just because people are downgrading from $4.50 lattes to $2.10 coffees. And not because of the gal secretly pouring the non-fat milk on the condiments stand into a to-go container (although THAT was interesting). No, the recession signs are evident in the people sitting around me.

Larchmont Starbucks, 9:15am: a mom struggling to control her kid in the stroller (normal). A man at his computer writing a script...with a Lehman laptop bag hanging on the back of his chair (recession).

Park Ave. Midtown Starbucks, 2pm: Suits galore, power coffee meetings left and right (normal). Boiler-room-esque guy with slicked hair and a crisp, white, square hanky in his navy suit pocket...begging the guy across the table to buy his derivatives, look at the model/balance sheet/deal terms/discount/ "get-in-quick-or-I'm-going-to-be-underwater" proposal (recession).

21st and 6th Starbucks, 11:15am: They're out of the piadini I want for a snack (normal). To my right, a girl in a suit reviewing her client list...and practicing answers for her interview...outloud (recession). To my left a meeting between a 20-something job hunter and a clearly sketchy headhunter. The headhunter was name dropping left and right ("I mean, if I get you work on a set with Leo, as in DiCaprio..."), and had a handwritten sheet in front of him titled, "Important contract terms to remember." When asked how many clients he has, he responded, "I can't disclose that," but assured his prospective client that he was, "not the first." Not the first what? First sucker? (recession...and sketchy)