If I was a man I would get out of this house and take photographs of the Gates under snow. I’ve seen the Gates only twice. Once on opening weekend, once mid-week up by Harlem Meer. I plan to go when my parents come in this weekend, but under a blanket of white snow would be something else. But it is c-c-c-c-cold. And out of my w-w-w-w-way. Decisions, decisions.