The city was particularly alive yesterday, warm and bustling. Women in short skirts grasping their smartphones and starbucks, men in crisp shirts with their sleeves rolled up. I was stuck in gridlock, where its not unusual to blow 45 minutes driving 3 miles. I met Lisa at this very cool Bohemian hotel called "The Ace" on West 29th street. The rustic lobby was filled with people on couches, set back loungers, barstools and work tables all immersed in their Macbooks and iPhones. The meeting was sixty minutes. When I hit the street an hour later, I had my first agent, I had walked through yet another door.