My friend and neighbor CDA’s roommate is an amazing cook — I had dinner at their place on Saturday, and she seemed to have just kind of whipped up squash soup topped a turnip and squash mash, pasta with Italian sausage in a butter sauce, and for dessert, pumpkin cupcakes. I asked if she would someday consider coming to my house and cooking and we can put another table in my dining room and have a big dinner party and mix up the guest list and have some sort of organizing theme or principle and make proper cocktails. Almost like the underground restaurants in last week’s Times. (More almost like our longheld dream of hosting the 977 Discussion Series, hatched when we just moved in, wherein JR, LT, and I were going to email Thurston Moore and Jonathan Safran-Foer to see if they would respond to a request from a group of kids in Brooklyn to attend a roundtable discussion, salon-style, in their apartment. (By “their” I mean “ours.”) )