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Some weeks, anything seems possible.

As the satanically auspicious date of 6/6/06 came and went last week, New Yorkers could be forgiven for suspecting the end of the world might well be nigh.

As Memorial Day passed last week and temperatures soared toward the nineties, the moment seemed ripe to start swinging for the fences.

There was definitely something blowing in the wind here last week, and it was more than just reports of Cate Blanchett playing a young Bob Dylan in a biopic.

Cool priest cast out.

In a week chockablock with wrong turns, perhaps none was more explicitly errant than that taken by Russian semi-supermodel Tatyana Simanava, who while cruising along at 50 miles per hour through an unfashionable district of Brooklyn opened the wrong door when leaving the bathroom of the RV in which she was traveling�the one that exited directly to the Gowanus Expressway asphalt.

Sure, Tom Cruise commandeered a D train in a Mission: Impossible PR stunt, David Blaine spent the week in a tank of saltwater hoping his skin wouldn’t bubble off, and a vampire teen was on the loose in Queens, but can anyone really doubt that the most fascinating person in the city last week was deli cashier Sylvia Garcia?

In retrospect, it seems like such a simple plan: Assassinate Bill Gates, steal nuclear material from Area 51 in Nevada, and blow up the bridges leading to and from America’s commercial capital�Staten Island.

Was there anyone in the city last week who wasn’t having second thoughts of some kind?

If the city had Moses on the brain last week, it wasn’t merely because Passover left some in a reflective mode.