••• Today till 5 p.m.: Sample sale/trunk show for children’s fashion brands Anaïs & I and Atsuyo et Akiko, as well as kids’ furniture line Namhee. It’s at the Soho House, though (The Library, 5th floor).

••• LivingSocial deal: $10 for New York Talks and Walks ghost tour (one of which starts on Park Row).

••• Just heard that the Taco Bell on Chambers closed, but neither the tipster nor I could remember if it had been closed for a while.

••• From Marc Forgione: “The countdown begins… 1 week to the premiere of Next Iron Chef. Food Network, Sunday 10/03 9pm.” (Forgione, right, is a contestant.)

••• Tomorrow’s Tribeca Meet & Greet—organized by the tireless David Cleaver of the BMCC Tribeca Performing Arts Center—will feature nibbly bits from Max Delivery (as well as wine from Frankly Wines). It’s at FasTracKids on Reade from 6:30 p.m. to 9 p.m.

••• Came across something interesting online, from an online book about artists/gardeners claiming the Maguire Meadow, an undeveloped space in Montreal: “…Agnes Denes also intervenes in specific locations over a period of time. However, she has done work with phenology: the cycles of plants through the seasons. The ideas that govern her work bring attention to the commodification of land and the lack of connection we have to our food: In the summer of 1982, Denes planted and harvested two acres of wheat on a landfill in Manhattan’s financial district. The art critic Thomas McEvilly describes: ‘At the start of the project, the field was a junk heap. Denes spent a year preparing it. […] The wheat sprouted. The field grew from green to golden […] After the harvesting of 1000 pounds of healthy golden wheat, the erection of the glass and steel structures of Battery Park City covered the site over.’ (*10) Denes had designed this project aware of its’ impermanence, knowing its’ transience is a part of its’ poetic statement.”

••• And then there’s the opening of Unrequited, an online novel by Sara-Sal I happened to come across….

“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.” Tze Xian stared at her godbrother. “I can’t possibly be accepted by Tribeca High.”
Jia Eek rolled his eyes. “You have been accepted by the best secondary school in the whole Asia. Believe it.”
Tze Xian stared at the brochure. Tribeca had almost 10 mansions for each class. It meant that it owned half of Penang. And it was huge. And most of all, the students were allowed to drive cars offered by the school even before they were 18. And the cars were more Porsches, Ferraris et cetera. She couldn’t believe it.