Ben & Jerry's
Banana Republic
Peking Duck House
Japonica
Union Square Greenmarket
FISA (the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act)
Emilio Marcos Palma, the first person born on Antarctica
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
bigoted tailors; heroine stories
daisy and i just got a total score of 841 in scrabble. four bingos... guess what they were?
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
wish i may, wish i might...
okay so there are cons to city life. i admit that it sometimes sucks not to be able to see the sky. it's not necessarily worth moving to montana for, but it would have been nice to see jupiter and mars set just after the sun did tonight. we went up to the roof before sunset, and venus was bright under the thin crescent moon, but as the clouds got dark it became clear that our horizon of skyscrapers wasn't going to cut it. i suppose it was pretty cloudy out, anyway.
here is the article at marssociety.org
happy 2009.
here is the article at marssociety.org
happy 2009.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
happy birthday to me
it's my 30th birthday. after midnight, it won't be my birthday anymore; i'll just be 30.
daisy and i went to toys r' us in times square; if you asked me where i wanted to be on my birthday that's the last place i'd say. but we got the diamond edition of scrabble with the black tiles. the blanks have pictures of diamonds on them. it's great.
we went for sushi. we went out for dinner on a saturday night. which, if you asked me what i wanted to do on my birthday, is the last thing i'd say. it was delish.
we got a bottle of pierre gimonnet and on the way home from dinner we stopped at fish's eddy and bought two flutes. they were 25% off. which is quite a mark-up in this economy.
on an unrelated note: i submit that if you live in new york city and you get the urge to spend a little money frivolously on the off chance of winning a little more, take a cab instead of buying a scratch off lottery ticket. since i moved back, i've found three cell phones, several twenties and once, a hundo -- all in cabs i've taken when i should have saved money and taken the train. so there you go. you won't win $1000 a week for life, but you might get twenty bucks right now.
incidentally, if you asked me what my ideal birthday surprise would have been, i would probably have said catching the cash cab. but a girl can't have it all in one day. although that bottle of bubbly is about to get me closer.
daisy and i went to toys r' us in times square; if you asked me where i wanted to be on my birthday that's the last place i'd say. but we got the diamond edition of scrabble with the black tiles. the blanks have pictures of diamonds on them. it's great.
we went for sushi. we went out for dinner on a saturday night. which, if you asked me what i wanted to do on my birthday, is the last thing i'd say. it was delish.
we got a bottle of pierre gimonnet and on the way home from dinner we stopped at fish's eddy and bought two flutes. they were 25% off. which is quite a mark-up in this economy.
on an unrelated note: i submit that if you live in new york city and you get the urge to spend a little money frivolously on the off chance of winning a little more, take a cab instead of buying a scratch off lottery ticket. since i moved back, i've found three cell phones, several twenties and once, a hundo -- all in cabs i've taken when i should have saved money and taken the train. so there you go. you won't win $1000 a week for life, but you might get twenty bucks right now.
incidentally, if you asked me what my ideal birthday surprise would have been, i would probably have said catching the cash cab. but a girl can't have it all in one day. although that bottle of bubbly is about to get me closer.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
community supported...?
so last week i'm at [neighborhood watering hole on east 14th street] to visit a friend who recently started working there. the crowd is predictably awful (beer pong is actually involved) and it's too loud for conversation and the teevee is blocked by various unattractive heads so i can't even rilly see the game (since when do i care?) and i go to the bathroom, which has only one stall. some drunk chick comes in right after me making a phone call to someone who seems to have no idea who she is ("it's cat... cat... cat! hi, it's cat... catherine?") and presently there is a loud crash, distinctly ceramic in timbre. drunk chick: "oh, nothing. i'll call you back." she scoots; i leave the stall to find the sink completely cracked in two, the bowl part resting on the wet, paper-strewn floor at an artful angle against the pedestal base, which now supports nothing but a jagged top edge.
i just wish i had seen exactly what happened there.
. . .
yesterday was the first delivery from the csa that my mom signed up for this year. in case you are unfamiliar with the awesomeness known as "community supported agriculture," it's a program wherein people in urban areas can support local farms and eat more naturally and sustainably. the season is from june through november, and each week mom and a co-worker are splitting a seasonal selection of fruits and vegetables (from windflower farm) and eggs (from elihu farm) in upstate new york (you can get flowers, too)... hopefully we'll be spending many a tuesday cooking up some deliciousness. and then eating it.
the first installment included radishes and romaine lettuce, bok choy, russian red kale, garlic scapes, strawberries, and chicken eggs. garlic scapes are my new favorite thing; they look like long green beans or flower stems, but they grow in a spiral shape and they have a lovely garlic flavor. you can just cut them into small pieces and saute them; if you are a big onion-slash-garlic fan they even good raw, if you mince them up. the kale was so fresh even the stems were edible before cooking -- firm but not too stringy, with a nice bitterness. daisy tossed the bok choy and the kale in a wok with some scallions and scapes. the radishes and lettuce only needed some oil, vinegar and lime juice. we tossed the radish tops right in with the rest of the salad. mom made savory crepes with smoked salmon, scallions and creme fraiche for some protein and we had the greens with tricolor couscous. yummers.
i just wish i had seen exactly what happened there.
. . .
yesterday was the first delivery from the csa that my mom signed up for this year. in case you are unfamiliar with the awesomeness known as "community supported agriculture," it's a program wherein people in urban areas can support local farms and eat more naturally and sustainably. the season is from june through november, and each week mom and a co-worker are splitting a seasonal selection of fruits and vegetables (from windflower farm) and eggs (from elihu farm) in upstate new york (you can get flowers, too)... hopefully we'll be spending many a tuesday cooking up some deliciousness. and then eating it.
the first installment included radishes and romaine lettuce, bok choy, russian red kale, garlic scapes, strawberries, and chicken eggs. garlic scapes are my new favorite thing; they look like long green beans or flower stems, but they grow in a spiral shape and they have a lovely garlic flavor. you can just cut them into small pieces and saute them; if you are a big onion-slash-garlic fan they even good raw, if you mince them up. the kale was so fresh even the stems were edible before cooking -- firm but not too stringy, with a nice bitterness. daisy tossed the bok choy and the kale in a wok with some scallions and scapes. the radishes and lettuce only needed some oil, vinegar and lime juice. we tossed the radish tops right in with the rest of the salad. mom made savory crepes with smoked salmon, scallions and creme fraiche for some protein and we had the greens with tricolor couscous. yummers.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
dream a little dream of...
okay so i totally dreamed about POO last night.
i'm not trying to advertise this. but i didn't remember it until the middle of my shift at work and then i was like WHOA. i feel like it was two distinct dreams, but both were poop-related. in one, i definitely stepped in a pile of shit, barefoot. i felt like it was kinda gross but in the dream i was very methodical and practical about trying to scrape it off.
in the other dream, i was taking a crap with the door open. i didn't want the door to be open but somehow i was powerless to close it, and everyone was totally talking about me whilst i shat.
these must be stupid work anxiety dreams. but there's surprisingly little um, "information" online about this. not like when i dreamed about trying to catch a frog, a really vivid dream that stayed with me when i woke up, and i looked that up online and found a shitload (heh) of hits that all said dreaming about trying to catch a frog was about your loved ones being concerned about your health. or whatever. something specific and scary. and apt, like a horoscope or a fortune cookie or whatever crap you feel like paying attention to.
anyway there doesn't seem to be a consensus how one should interpret a dream about public defecation. or even about stepping in poo. vulnerability, helplessness...?
i'm not trying to advertise this. but i didn't remember it until the middle of my shift at work and then i was like WHOA. i feel like it was two distinct dreams, but both were poop-related. in one, i definitely stepped in a pile of shit, barefoot. i felt like it was kinda gross but in the dream i was very methodical and practical about trying to scrape it off.
in the other dream, i was taking a crap with the door open. i didn't want the door to be open but somehow i was powerless to close it, and everyone was totally talking about me whilst i shat.
these must be stupid work anxiety dreams. but there's surprisingly little um, "information" online about this. not like when i dreamed about trying to catch a frog, a really vivid dream that stayed with me when i woke up, and i looked that up online and found a shitload (heh) of hits that all said dreaming about trying to catch a frog was about your loved ones being concerned about your health. or whatever. something specific and scary. and apt, like a horoscope or a fortune cookie or whatever crap you feel like paying attention to.
anyway there doesn't seem to be a consensus how one should interpret a dream about public defecation. or even about stepping in poo. vulnerability, helplessness...?
Friday, November 2, 2007
smell my feet!
ahh, halloween in new york city... need i say more? well, i will anyway. the restaurant was slow, but we did have a table of asian 20-somethings in crowns, antennae, horns and other head-gear, and at one point a cuadrilla of chanting tacos marched past the door. rice krispies treats had been prepared for the trick-or-treaters, and one youngster rolled in with a spattered shirt and a hoody and politely averred "actually, i'm a murderer." later, the manager's hubby strolled in clad as bob's big boy, complete with fat suit and pompadour, oversized "sandwich" and rosy cheeks.
after work we twisted a hooter in the usual place, and gave the clip to a posse which included a fortune teller brandishing a magic 8 ball. on the way to our next destination we encountered the joker, catwoman and the penguin; the ghostbusters; a sloth of care bears, and captain crunch, among other savory characters.
at von we picked up a cowboy who corralled us over to max fish, which was predictably packed with freaks. donald and daisy duck were notable in their rentables (i can only imagine how many people must have fondled donald's fuzzy tail without his knowledge). there was a kissing booth (she was only charging a dollar!) and lots of gals with fairy wings that smacked people in the face as they maneuvered through the crowded bar. by far the best naked card was played by a skinny chick who must have been over six feet tall, "dressed" as a cheetah (a leopard?) in nothing but four-inch heels, a furry black sumo-style tail-thong, and black spots painted all over her bare skin. when she entered the room she was like moses parting the red sea, and everyone's eyes were hers. any other day of the year she might just have been arrested. another scanty standout was a mermaid, with shiny pasties only slightly covering her boobs, which i must say trumped leopard girl's by a long shot.
afterwards we went for pizza and saw the whitest mr. t ever, and some dude at one of the tables was wearing black contacts that were scarier than any other spectacle that evening. i'd had enough of long lines for one night, so i scooted up the block for the much less popular street hot dog option. the lady (!) at the cart seriously tried to charge me THREE DOLLARS. we ended up compromising at $2, which is highway robbery anyway but everyone's gotta squeeze out a living somehow, and jacking up prices for drunk people on holidays is like, a tradition or something.
as the night wore on i found it increasingly difficult to tell who was dressed up and who just dressed like that all the time. needless to say there were lots of pigs about.
i do so love to stick a knife into a pumpkin whose guts have been scooped out, and i carved one at work and one at home this year. pictures are (will be) included but can only hint at their glowing orange awesomeness, much as one girl's summary can never fully capture the insanity of this annual event in our fair city. a good jack o' lantern, like a good get-up, is always better seen in person. of course you can't keep the magic around for too long; them things start rotting within a couple days of being carved up. but take heart: pumpkins come and go, but halloween festers forever.
after work we twisted a hooter in the usual place, and gave the clip to a posse which included a fortune teller brandishing a magic 8 ball. on the way to our next destination we encountered the joker, catwoman and the penguin; the ghostbusters; a sloth of care bears, and captain crunch, among other savory characters.
at von we picked up a cowboy who corralled us over to max fish, which was predictably packed with freaks. donald and daisy duck were notable in their rentables (i can only imagine how many people must have fondled donald's fuzzy tail without his knowledge). there was a kissing booth (she was only charging a dollar!) and lots of gals with fairy wings that smacked people in the face as they maneuvered through the crowded bar. by far the best naked card was played by a skinny chick who must have been over six feet tall, "dressed" as a cheetah (a leopard?) in nothing but four-inch heels, a furry black sumo-style tail-thong, and black spots painted all over her bare skin. when she entered the room she was like moses parting the red sea, and everyone's eyes were hers. any other day of the year she might just have been arrested. another scanty standout was a mermaid, with shiny pasties only slightly covering her boobs, which i must say trumped leopard girl's by a long shot.
afterwards we went for pizza and saw the whitest mr. t ever, and some dude at one of the tables was wearing black contacts that were scarier than any other spectacle that evening. i'd had enough of long lines for one night, so i scooted up the block for the much less popular street hot dog option. the lady (!) at the cart seriously tried to charge me THREE DOLLARS. we ended up compromising at $2, which is highway robbery anyway but everyone's gotta squeeze out a living somehow, and jacking up prices for drunk people on holidays is like, a tradition or something.
as the night wore on i found it increasingly difficult to tell who was dressed up and who just dressed like that all the time. needless to say there were lots of pigs about.
i do so love to stick a knife into a pumpkin whose guts have been scooped out, and i carved one at work and one at home this year. pictures are (will be) included but can only hint at their glowing orange awesomeness, much as one girl's summary can never fully capture the insanity of this annual event in our fair city. a good jack o' lantern, like a good get-up, is always better seen in person. of course you can't keep the magic around for too long; them things start rotting within a couple days of being carved up. but take heart: pumpkins come and go, but halloween festers forever.
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