When you live in New York City, you run up a long list of things you've been meaning to do. You've been meaning to get to some off-Broadway theater -- your trip to see Blue Man Group with relatives in from Schaumburg doesn't count. You've been meaning to get out to Ellis Island, which you hear has a database that allows you to track the immigrant history of your family. That sounds cool. You've been meaning to dust off the tuxedo and see Don Giovanni at the Met. You'll probably have some champagne and light hors d'oeuvres while you're there. And you've been meaning to get over to Brooklyn to see what all the fuss is about. Maybe pick up a porkpie hat and some skinny ties or something.