the newer jersey

Yes, I know, I don't get out of the island much. There is just not enough time, and maybe there is not enough car and there is not enough reason to leave. So I stay, in the city, which is probably worse than what most of the New Yorkers do, who at least cross a bridge a day... (No actual data was used to make this statement, it is pure speculation of the author...) I had to go across the Hudson (which I think is a fjord, at least here, west of Manhattan), for a press check. It is funny how this would still be called press check, as there are no printing presses involved, just gigantic ink jet printers and some vast amounts of vinyl. Oh, and those "happy vapours." (I am afraid if I spit, it will be in CMYK.) Oh, and the printer has this huge statue of a green lady holding the torch, just around the corner... though I have the feeling she stands on her own little island, which she leaves even less often than I leave Manhattan... And not sure she has ever even seen New Jersey, but that's a completely different story, of course.