Well, at least it's not my home page on my personal computer. However, the lame headlines at CNN.com do intrigue me at times, and I cave - even if it's just clicking through to read the lame first 3 sentences (I don't mess with the crap "Story Highlights" mumbo-jumbo). But the one feature that I find myself obsessed with and not being able to turn away from are the photos. When I see that arrow within a story that shows more than one picture is available, it's the jackpot.
I guess since I don't read tabloids (I refuse to pay $4 for a magazine that is all pictures of celebs, although I will glance at one now and again at, say, the gym, or on a long flight), it's my fix.
Sidenote: It's the darkest evening of the year. And The Darkest Night of the Year goes to Over the Rhine, my favorite band's lovely holiday album. Their original song "Mary's Waltz" is gorgeous.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Rip Van Winkle
These days, you can call me Rip Van Winkle or Sleeping Beauty. Basically, I have been back to the humbling midwest for 49 days (more than a month, not quite 2). The New York pining has begun....in bits and pieces. There will always be things I miss about New York - the pizza, the bagels, my friends, the food choices, the walking everywhere, running in Central Park, NYSC, 3 Banana Republic's with amazing sale selections within a 10-block radius of my apt, etc.
Sidenote: Bagels are so mediocre here, and just not quite "right" that they must be toasted. And I have caved in to this.
But back to my post. The thing I absolutely, in no way whatsoever, don't miss is lack of sleep. I actually never really realized how sleep-deprived I was in NY until I came back here. In NY, I would get up one, sometimes two times a night to go to the bathroom because I was awakened by something - car, alarm, loud building tenants, dog barking, garbage truck, yelling, etc. I was in a constant state of exhaustion, no matter how much sleep I got.
Now, in the 49 days that I've been back, I dream again (I kind of want to stop remembering them, as they are fucked up and very macabre. I am positive that Tim Burton directs them), and sleep soundly. In fact, I'm so rested, I don't find myself needing that mid-afternoon caffeine fix anymore. It's quite pleasant.
All said, I do look forward to the day when a 4 AM sanitation truck rumbling my windows wakes me again. I do love me some big-city-livin'. But I also like catching up on 7 years of sleep deprivation.
Sidenote: Bagels are so mediocre here, and just not quite "right" that they must be toasted. And I have caved in to this.
But back to my post. The thing I absolutely, in no way whatsoever, don't miss is lack of sleep. I actually never really realized how sleep-deprived I was in NY until I came back here. In NY, I would get up one, sometimes two times a night to go to the bathroom because I was awakened by something - car, alarm, loud building tenants, dog barking, garbage truck, yelling, etc. I was in a constant state of exhaustion, no matter how much sleep I got.
Now, in the 49 days that I've been back, I dream again (I kind of want to stop remembering them, as they are fucked up and very macabre. I am positive that Tim Burton directs them), and sleep soundly. In fact, I'm so rested, I don't find myself needing that mid-afternoon caffeine fix anymore. It's quite pleasant.
All said, I do look forward to the day when a 4 AM sanitation truck rumbling my windows wakes me again. I do love me some big-city-livin'. But I also like catching up on 7 years of sleep deprivation.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
QVC
Lately, I have been flipping through the 5 or so TV shopping channels that are at the beginning of the channel lineup these days. This was the predecessor to internet shopping. Now, having worked in the book biz, we like these shows - they still sell a crapload of books. Who's buying, who knows? I don't know how you can even watch these channels for more than a minute because they stuff they sell is some of the most hideous garbage I have EVER seen.
Ok, to their credit, there is some decent stuff for sale. The skin care lines and make-up lines seem to be doing well. And at least it's name brand stuff. But who thinks the jewelry is attractive? The clothing? It looks old-ladylike and costume-y. Maybe it's just because I'm over gold jewelry. But the combinations of stones they put together...they must be designed by someone who's color-blind.
This is what my life has bubbled down to. Blogging about QVC. Yikes.
Ok, to their credit, there is some decent stuff for sale. The skin care lines and make-up lines seem to be doing well. And at least it's name brand stuff. But who thinks the jewelry is attractive? The clothing? It looks old-ladylike and costume-y. Maybe it's just because I'm over gold jewelry. But the combinations of stones they put together...they must be designed by someone who's color-blind.
This is what my life has bubbled down to. Blogging about QVC. Yikes.
I'm back!
More in the next post...at least it's not a New Year's Resolution this year! I'm going out with a bang, baby....
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Save the books!
Books are an endangered species. Well, not books per se - believe me, we publish more and more of them every year. But book coverage is shrinking - already in the last year we've (collective we, as in "the book publishing industry," of which I am part of) seen 4 major metro newspaper nix coverage altogether. And now, the latest casualty, the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. But finally, an uproar!
The industry will not take this. Already I see more reviews and coverage of video games than books anymore. It's an uphill battle that I wage daily, as a publicist who's main job description is to get review coverage for books. In the more than 6 years that I have been in this industry, I've seen it change dramatically - for the better and worse. I won't get into the boring details here.
But, if you read books, as I do, or you like books, or even if you just use them to wipe your ass (blasphemy!), sign the petition to save book coverage (and perhaps, books) here.
And after that, read a hilarious posting from one of my favorite all-around great authors (and people) George Saunders, certified genius. And join his Army here.
The industry will not take this. Already I see more reviews and coverage of video games than books anymore. It's an uphill battle that I wage daily, as a publicist who's main job description is to get review coverage for books. In the more than 6 years that I have been in this industry, I've seen it change dramatically - for the better and worse. I won't get into the boring details here.
But, if you read books, as I do, or you like books, or even if you just use them to wipe your ass (blasphemy!), sign the petition to save book coverage (and perhaps, books) here.
And after that, read a hilarious posting from one of my favorite all-around great authors (and people) George Saunders, certified genius. And join his Army here.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
CNN NOT Breaking News
Contrary to popular belief, this is not breaking news, CNN. Or anyone else for that matter, unless you're a tabloid.
Are we fighting a war here, people, or what?!
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Happy 20th, Fox!
Dear Fox,
Thank you for bringing us Married, With Children, the Gary Shandling Show, the Tracey Ullman Show, and the Simpsons (and more recently Arrested Development).
Sorry you ever went to the dark side and had to bring us Bill O'Reilly and Geraldo, and Joe Millionaire, and I Want to Marry a Millionaire and other crappy reality shows.
So fondly I remember Al Bundy and Francesca. Happy birthday!
Thank you for bringing us Married, With Children, the Gary Shandling Show, the Tracey Ullman Show, and the Simpsons (and more recently Arrested Development).
Sorry you ever went to the dark side and had to bring us Bill O'Reilly and Geraldo, and Joe Millionaire, and I Want to Marry a Millionaire and other crappy reality shows.
So fondly I remember Al Bundy and Francesca. Happy birthday!
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
The Latin Mint
So who knew? Tic Tacs are a product of Ecuador (says so right on the package).
Damn I love the orange ones. So un-minty, but sweetly delicious for just 1.9 calories per mint! Sugar kick, hi-yaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Crap, I also can't stop eating them.
Damn I love the orange ones. So un-minty, but sweetly delicious for just 1.9 calories per mint! Sugar kick, hi-yaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Crap, I also can't stop eating them.
I love you FCC!
Finally, the FCC does something smart by banning cell phone use on airplanes!
Just having to deal with morons talking on their cell phones on city buses, which is the most annoying thing ever (and don't even get me started on the dumb girl behind me in the lunch line yesterday who was talking to someone about what to get for lunch...lame!), the air travel cell phone debacle would be disruptive an unbearable. Especially when you think about how loudly people would have to talk to be heard over the plane noise. I know I have to crank my headphones when I'm on a plane because of this large, noise-inducer called an engine.
Let's hope this rule sticks (and if the FAA can please just relax the damn carry on rules so I don't have to check everything? Thanks).
Just having to deal with morons talking on their cell phones on city buses, which is the most annoying thing ever (and don't even get me started on the dumb girl behind me in the lunch line yesterday who was talking to someone about what to get for lunch...lame!), the air travel cell phone debacle would be disruptive an unbearable. Especially when you think about how loudly people would have to talk to be heard over the plane noise. I know I have to crank my headphones when I'm on a plane because of this large, noise-inducer called an engine.
Let's hope this rule sticks (and if the FAA can please just relax the damn carry on rules so I don't have to check everything? Thanks).
Monday, April 02, 2007
Crazy Train Rides Again
I'm just thrilled (sense the sarcasm) to see that batshit Judith Regan is back. And clearly more childish and moronic than ever. Goodie gumdrops! Crash and burn, lady, crash and burn!
Regan Launches New Venture
Judith Regan, whose publishing company was shut down last December by imprint HarperCollins, has founded a new publishing venture. Like ReganBooks, Chutzpah Press will specialize in what Regan, in a long, rambling statement, called "books that go to the edge, call into question, get in the face, never surrender and are distinguished by utter originality."
Chutzpah's first title, scheduled to be released in the second half of July, is called Harry Potter and the Secret of the Purpose-Driven Da Vinci Code Life.Chutzpah's literary imprint, Schizophrenic House, has already signed up several volumes of poetry and thoughtful first fiction.
In her announcement, Reagan also complained of being unfairly forced to stay after school one day in fourth grade.
Regan Launches New Venture
Judith Regan, whose publishing company was shut down last December by imprint HarperCollins, has founded a new publishing venture. Like ReganBooks, Chutzpah Press will specialize in what Regan, in a long, rambling statement, called "books that go to the edge, call into question, get in the face, never surrender and are distinguished by utter originality."
Chutzpah's first title, scheduled to be released in the second half of July, is called Harry Potter and the Secret of the Purpose-Driven Da Vinci Code Life.Chutzpah's literary imprint, Schizophrenic House, has already signed up several volumes of poetry and thoughtful first fiction.
In her announcement, Reagan also complained of being unfairly forced to stay after school one day in fourth grade.
Monday, March 26, 2007
JT brings sexy, etc. back
So I am clearly way slow on the curve here (and I'm still one of the people who generally watches SNL), but this is some of the most hilarious shit ever.
Checkit.
Checkit.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Oh happy day!
Well, I sure as hell wish I was in Iceland or Scotland today, because they have some stellar holidays today:
Scotland: Whuppity Scoorie
Iceland: Beer Day
Well, Iceland's holiday is self-explanatory. And I like it! But what is this "Whuppity Scoorie" in Scotland? These are the people who came up with haggis and kilts, so lord knows.
Well, after some sleuthing, I discovered the basic gist of Whuppity Scoorie:
It's an ancient Scottish custom (possibly Pagan) marking the rite of spring, and youths celebrate it by running around the church three times, while swinging balls made of paper round their heads, and afterwards, pick up coins being thrown to them by the organizers of the festival (aka the church). Also, the balls are called widdershins. The lingo is all very Harry Potter or Dr Seuss (speaking of Dr Seuss, today is the 50th Anniversary of The Cat in the Hat!).
Balls and coins? Sounds like Mardi Gras to me.
Scotland: Whuppity Scoorie
Iceland: Beer Day
Well, Iceland's holiday is self-explanatory. And I like it! But what is this "Whuppity Scoorie" in Scotland? These are the people who came up with haggis and kilts, so lord knows.
Well, after some sleuthing, I discovered the basic gist of Whuppity Scoorie:
It's an ancient Scottish custom (possibly Pagan) marking the rite of spring, and youths celebrate it by running around the church three times, while swinging balls made of paper round their heads, and afterwards, pick up coins being thrown to them by the organizers of the festival (aka the church). Also, the balls are called widdershins. The lingo is all very Harry Potter or Dr Seuss (speaking of Dr Seuss, today is the 50th Anniversary of The Cat in the Hat!).
Balls and coins? Sounds like Mardi Gras to me.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Spamburger Hamburger!
Who knew Spam was so revered! I mean, it's not as good as bacon, but I've been known to enjoy it in days of yore...and had the t-shirt to prove it.
From Reference.com
Fact of the Day: Spam
SPAM, the treat made from pork shoulder and ham with secret spices, was invented in Austin, Minnesota, in 1937 by Jay C. Hormel; his father, George A. Hormel, was founder of the company that produced the food. Since its introduction, more than six billion 12-ounce cans of SPAM have been produced. J.C. Hormel wanted a unique name for the product, which was originally called Hormel Spiced Ham, and held a naming contest. Kenneth Daigneau, an actor and the brother of a Hormel vice president, won the $100 prize for the name SPAM, which he made by combining the words spice and ham. The number one SPAM-consuming state in the U.S. is Hawaii, whose residents eat more than four cans per person annually. Nikita Khrushchev, leader of the former Soviet Union, credited SPAM for saving his army during WWII. SPAM is the butt of many jokes, but is taken seriously enough by some to have inspired a 16,500-foot SPAM museum in Austin, Minnesota (opened in 2001) and an official SPAM Fan Club.
From Reference.com
Fact of the Day: Spam
SPAM, the treat made from pork shoulder and ham with secret spices, was invented in Austin, Minnesota, in 1937 by Jay C. Hormel; his father, George A. Hormel, was founder of the company that produced the food. Since its introduction, more than six billion 12-ounce cans of SPAM have been produced. J.C. Hormel wanted a unique name for the product, which was originally called Hormel Spiced Ham, and held a naming contest. Kenneth Daigneau, an actor and the brother of a Hormel vice president, won the $100 prize for the name SPAM, which he made by combining the words spice and ham. The number one SPAM-consuming state in the U.S. is Hawaii, whose residents eat more than four cans per person annually. Nikita Khrushchev, leader of the former Soviet Union, credited SPAM for saving his army during WWII. SPAM is the butt of many jokes, but is taken seriously enough by some to have inspired a 16,500-foot SPAM museum in Austin, Minnesota (opened in 2001) and an official SPAM Fan Club.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Make fat lazy kids even lazier (but sans fat)!
Now this is ridiculous on many levels. First, why would you put your child at risk for this type of surgery? Second, get off your couch and exercise. I am sick of an easy fix for everything in this country. What happened to the old American motto of work hard for what you get?
We're a coddled, overmedicated, overfed, overindulged, lazy society who thinks everything is owed to us and should be served on a silver platter. Holding some extra weight? Don't try to eat healthier, or exercise, exert some effort or some control over your appetite. Just go under the knife! Easy-peasy!
Aw, you went to college, and now have a lame entry-level job? Sure, have mom and dad support you while you live in a major urban area and drop cash on bottle service at clubs and cabs, so you can wear your $500 Manolos to work (that your parents also paid for).
You know, some of us still have to work, and work hard for things in our lives. I will never take for granted the weight I'm currently losing, on my own, through a combo of diet and exercise. I want to do it on my own. How much sweeter it will be when I've reached my goal. And it's hard. But life is.
And I've been living in the most expensive city in the country (and one of the most in the world), where I started on a $25,000 a year salary. Sure, I've run up credit card debt and have struggled every minute I've been here, even taking a part-time job and babysitting gigs. And I'm currently sick of being poor. But through actual hard work, and fighting for what's deservedly mine in my job, I've been promoted, and my salary has increased. It's so much better having earned it on my own merits. My parents would never let me starve, but they didn't have the means to pasome exorbitant rent for me, just so I could live in a hip neighborhood, or a doorman building, or a huge swanky loft.
I'm glad I at least have a reality check. I'm sick of people who don't. They're detrimental to society.
We're a coddled, overmedicated, overfed, overindulged, lazy society who thinks everything is owed to us and should be served on a silver platter. Holding some extra weight? Don't try to eat healthier, or exercise, exert some effort or some control over your appetite. Just go under the knife! Easy-peasy!
Aw, you went to college, and now have a lame entry-level job? Sure, have mom and dad support you while you live in a major urban area and drop cash on bottle service at clubs and cabs, so you can wear your $500 Manolos to work (that your parents also paid for).
You know, some of us still have to work, and work hard for things in our lives. I will never take for granted the weight I'm currently losing, on my own, through a combo of diet and exercise. I want to do it on my own. How much sweeter it will be when I've reached my goal. And it's hard. But life is.
And I've been living in the most expensive city in the country (and one of the most in the world), where I started on a $25,000 a year salary. Sure, I've run up credit card debt and have struggled every minute I've been here, even taking a part-time job and babysitting gigs. And I'm currently sick of being poor. But through actual hard work, and fighting for what's deservedly mine in my job, I've been promoted, and my salary has increased. It's so much better having earned it on my own merits. My parents would never let me starve, but they didn't have the means to pasome exorbitant rent for me, just so I could live in a hip neighborhood, or a doorman building, or a huge swanky loft.
I'm glad I at least have a reality check. I'm sick of people who don't. They're detrimental to society.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
The least of our worries
Ok, perhaps this stunt by the Cartoon Network was in poor taste.
But I think it is absolutely absurd that the two guys (who are probably lower level employees with the marketing firm) who were chosen to place them in locations are being arrested. I mean, the were just the messenger - I think the big guys should be more resposible than the poor worker bees.
Also, isn't this just a bit overreacting? I mean, it was basically a flashing Lite-Brite. Come on people, paranoid, some?
But I think it is absolutely absurd that the two guys (who are probably lower level employees with the marketing firm) who were chosen to place them in locations are being arrested. I mean, the were just the messenger - I think the big guys should be more resposible than the poor worker bees.
Also, isn't this just a bit overreacting? I mean, it was basically a flashing Lite-Brite. Come on people, paranoid, some?
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
The Super Bowl drivel begins
You know who's not funny? Mo Rocca.
You know who has a Super Bowl column in USA Today? Same un-funny man.
I guess I have to give the guy credit for becoming an ultra-talking head. I mean, he comments on everything from Iron Chef to the Super Bowl. Too bad none of it is worth listening to.
You know who has a Super Bowl column in USA Today? Same un-funny man.
I guess I have to give the guy credit for becoming an ultra-talking head. I mean, he comments on everything from Iron Chef to the Super Bowl. Too bad none of it is worth listening to.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Say it ain't so
Sadly, I don't generally care about celebrities. I hate tabloids and reality TV (though on occasion, have been known to leaf through a tabloid when faced with no other option, hypocritcial, I know).
However, the official break-up of Cameron Diaz and Justin Timberlake saddens me a bit. They were the long haul (3+ years). They seemed like the real deal. And I basically think the both of them, for celebrities, seem fairly grounded and are really funny (JT kills when he hosts SNL, Cameron is goofy in a funny way).
Another one bites the dust...
However, the official break-up of Cameron Diaz and Justin Timberlake saddens me a bit. They were the long haul (3+ years). They seemed like the real deal. And I basically think the both of them, for celebrities, seem fairly grounded and are really funny (JT kills when he hosts SNL, Cameron is goofy in a funny way).
Another one bites the dust...
Thursday, January 11, 2007
De-Pants
I'll make sure I'm not on or near the 6 train tomorrow afternoon (from DailyCandy):
Annual No Pants Subway Ride
What: Wear normal winter clothes, swipe your MetroCard, ride the 6 train, then take ’em off.
Why: You’ve seen London. You’ve seen France.
When: Sat., 3 p.m. sharp!
Where: Meet near the black sculpture at Foley Sq., b/t Centre & Lafayette Sts.
Click here for a map.
Annual No Pants Subway Ride
What: Wear normal winter clothes, swipe your MetroCard, ride the 6 train, then take ’em off.
Why: You’ve seen London. You’ve seen France.
When: Sat., 3 p.m. sharp!
Where: Meet near the black sculpture at Foley Sq., b/t Centre & Lafayette Sts.
Click here for a map.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Snow!
Finally, snow! Well, it lasted a total of about 3 minutes, but there were definitely flurries coming down.
We finally broke the record of most days without snowfall in 128 years (January 4 was the day).
So fleeting, but a nice sight!
We finally broke the record of most days without snowfall in 128 years (January 4 was the day).
So fleeting, but a nice sight!
Friday, January 05, 2007
Oh happy day!
Just scored a total coup on concert tickets, and couldn't be happier this Friday morning. Arcade Fire, here I come on Feb. 13! 5 shows sold out in 10 minutes.
Of course, in hindsight, I probably should have bought an extra ticket, and could have sold it for a profit. Not so together after all this morning, I guess.
Of course, in hindsight, I probably should have bought an extra ticket, and could have sold it for a profit. Not so together after all this morning, I guess.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Moron of the Week
So soon into the new year, and we already have a moron for the week!
Don't people check their airline tickets before clicking on submit???
Don't people check their airline tickets before clicking on submit???
Monday, January 01, 2007
Supermorons
So I was just futzing around my pad on this ultra-lazy last day of vacation (so very very sad) and happened to start watching the TV show "Supernanny." And holy shit. These kids are bad. But the parents are IDIOTS. I mean, it's really appalling how clueless they are and how they let their kids walk all over them. And let them get away with so much.
It's frightening that they're allowed to parent - I can't even imagine how these kids act in school. I would hate to be that teacher. Yikes!
It's frightening that they're allowed to parent - I can't even imagine how these kids act in school. I would hate to be that teacher. Yikes!
Sunday, December 31, 2006
So long, 2006
Another year over. Aside from some unforeseen expenses courtesy of my crappy dental insurance and the removal of my one and only wisdom tooth, the year was fairly good and practically uneventful. Some observances:
I saw more friends get married and got to spend some time in the stupendous Pacific Northwest because of it. Two cousins also got hitched. It was my ten-year high school reunion. I saw friends I hadn't seen in a while. I spent some time in northern Michigan, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite places on the planet.
I saw my grandmother surprised on her 80th birthday, and welcome her 4th great-grandchild into the world. I watched my younger brother and his wife buy their first house. I saw my dad become jobless for a few months for the best possible reason - standing up for himself and personal pride. He's my hero. I heard of home improvement stories from my parents in Ohio, and enjoyed them during my 11-day stay over the holidays.
I read 31 books. I watched numerous movies from Netflix. I got hooked on "Veronica Mars." Gray's Anatomy wooed me all over. I drank lots of wine and visited vineyards on Long Island (NY), the Leelenau Peninsula (MI), and Columbia Valley (WA). I found new exercise loves in spinning and pilates. I gained a little weight - and will remedy that in 2007. I chopped my hair off.
I spent time with those who matter - boyfriend, friends, and family. Nothing earth-shattering or really life-changing. But it was a good year. I look forward to ringing in 2007 (that one will be earth-shattering/life-changing) at a good friend's apartment tonight. I'll toast with some bubbly at midnight. And smooch my boy.
And tomorrow, I root for U of M in the Rose Bowl.
Happy New Year!
I saw more friends get married and got to spend some time in the stupendous Pacific Northwest because of it. Two cousins also got hitched. It was my ten-year high school reunion. I saw friends I hadn't seen in a while. I spent some time in northern Michigan, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite places on the planet.
I saw my grandmother surprised on her 80th birthday, and welcome her 4th great-grandchild into the world. I watched my younger brother and his wife buy their first house. I saw my dad become jobless for a few months for the best possible reason - standing up for himself and personal pride. He's my hero. I heard of home improvement stories from my parents in Ohio, and enjoyed them during my 11-day stay over the holidays.
I read 31 books. I watched numerous movies from Netflix. I got hooked on "Veronica Mars." Gray's Anatomy wooed me all over. I drank lots of wine and visited vineyards on Long Island (NY), the Leelenau Peninsula (MI), and Columbia Valley (WA). I found new exercise loves in spinning and pilates. I gained a little weight - and will remedy that in 2007. I chopped my hair off.
I spent time with those who matter - boyfriend, friends, and family. Nothing earth-shattering or really life-changing. But it was a good year. I look forward to ringing in 2007 (that one will be earth-shattering/life-changing) at a good friend's apartment tonight. I'll toast with some bubbly at midnight. And smooch my boy.
And tomorrow, I root for U of M in the Rose Bowl.
Happy New Year!
Monday, December 18, 2006
Home Sweet Home
Well, I have little to blog about as I'm home for the holidays. No crazies on the subway, no bitching about inanities special to the city, barely reading the news or surfing crazy shit on the internet.
However, I will say "Schadenfreude!" to that whoremonger Judith Regan.
Oh, and I'm drinking lots of wine. And I got a delicious Mocha Porter from Rogue Brewery as well.
I also saw "The Holiday" this morning - a matinee for only $6.75, woo! And it was just delightful. For those of you who have seen it, I thought the Iris-Arthur friendship was just the most endearing thing. Kudos to Nancy Meyer for that.
My boring life. I love it at the moment. Days of doing nothing, a cure for the blahs indeed!
However, I will say "Schadenfreude!" to that whoremonger Judith Regan.
Oh, and I'm drinking lots of wine. And I got a delicious Mocha Porter from Rogue Brewery as well.
I also saw "The Holiday" this morning - a matinee for only $6.75, woo! And it was just delightful. For those of you who have seen it, I thought the Iris-Arthur friendship was just the most endearing thing. Kudos to Nancy Meyer for that.
My boring life. I love it at the moment. Days of doing nothing, a cure for the blahs indeed!
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Happy Birthday Bob!
Don't forget to get your pets spayed and neutered....
Bob Barker was born on this day in 1925.
Spin the wheel!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Conan Rules
I am behind on this (the Times beat me to it, perish!) but I don't watch late-night TV. However, I do think Conan's show is brilliant and witty, and he epitomizes that with this, his new kitsch, Horny Manatee.
Check the site above. Do not attept this at your place of business.
Check the site above. Do not attept this at your place of business.
Friday, December 08, 2006
This day in history
Jim Morrison was born. (1943)
John Lennon was killed. (1980)
The Grateful Dead broke up. (1995)
The U.S. entered WWII after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. (Dec. 7, 1941)
Quite an eventful date, especially for the music world.
John Lennon was killed. (1980)
The Grateful Dead broke up. (1995)
The U.S. entered WWII after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. (Dec. 7, 1941)
Quite an eventful date, especially for the music world.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
nacHOS...in Diff'rent Area Codes...
It's time again. To travel to New Jersey for nachos. To go from 212 to 201. From 10014 to 07032.
Lisa and I will make the pilgimmage. And come back deliriously happy, courtesy of the LBC (aka The Black Bear).
Lisa and I will make the pilgimmage. And come back deliriously happy, courtesy of the LBC (aka The Black Bear).
Moron of the Week Award
Granted, I probably run into someone deserving of this distinction several times a day, but this woman really wins.
You just don't mess around with matches on a plane these days, even to curb your poopypants stench. Just apologize to the person rolling in after you. Don't disrupt the flight.
You just don't mess around with matches on a plane these days, even to curb your poopypants stench. Just apologize to the person rolling in after you. Don't disrupt the flight.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Weeds
For those of you have not had the pleasure of tuning into Showtime's new-ish series "Weeds," do it this minute. The second season is available on-demand for those of you lucky enough to have it (I catch up on Season 2 while babysitting, since I don't have cable - for the best really), and the first season you can rent on DVD.
It's hilarious, edgy, dark, wacky - and follows a pot-dealing suburban widow on her quest to keep her family thriving with her business.
Mary Louise Parker carries the show brilliantly, but the ensemble cast is key. If Elizabeth Perkins does not get an Emmy nod for this show, there is something wrong. Kevin Nealon is great as a major jack-ass pothead.
I really can't say enough - if you're a fan of Entourage, The Office, Little Britain, Arrested Development, hit it. It's more twisted, but great satire and really smart writing.
It's hilarious, edgy, dark, wacky - and follows a pot-dealing suburban widow on her quest to keep her family thriving with her business.
Mary Louise Parker carries the show brilliantly, but the ensemble cast is key. If Elizabeth Perkins does not get an Emmy nod for this show, there is something wrong. Kevin Nealon is great as a major jack-ass pothead.
I really can't say enough - if you're a fan of Entourage, The Office, Little Britain, Arrested Development, hit it. It's more twisted, but great satire and really smart writing.
Rose Bowl-bound
I just have a small comment t0 finish my U of M rant for this season.
Michigan was robbed of a rematch for the BCS National Title game against OSU.
I thought I would never say this in my whole life, but I hope OSU slays the Gators. Like, wins by 40 points. Florida's only loss was to a #11 ranked team - Michigan's only loss was the to the #1 team in the nation (OSU), and by a measly field goal. Michigan deserved the Buckeye rematch in Glendale.
However, it's now a rematch in Pasadena against USC, a team I hate almost as much as OSU (and forevermore now, Florida). USC beat the crap out of us in 2004, so now, let's show them who really deserved to be in the BCS game.
Hail to the Victors.
Michigan was robbed of a rematch for the BCS National Title game against OSU.
I thought I would never say this in my whole life, but I hope OSU slays the Gators. Like, wins by 40 points. Florida's only loss was to a #11 ranked team - Michigan's only loss was the to the #1 team in the nation (OSU), and by a measly field goal. Michigan deserved the Buckeye rematch in Glendale.
However, it's now a rematch in Pasadena against USC, a team I hate almost as much as OSU (and forevermore now, Florida). USC beat the crap out of us in 2004, so now, let's show them who really deserved to be in the BCS game.
Hail to the Victors.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Clinton '08
How much more love can I have for Bill Clinton? He's just cut a deal to make HIV drugs more affordable for children around the world, especially in third world countries. That's noble.
He's almost even better not as a president. I'm sure people will say that about GW, but for completely different reasons.
I think it should be a family ticket in '08 - Hill for prez, Bill for V-P.
He's almost even better not as a president. I'm sure people will say that about GW, but for completely different reasons.
I think it should be a family ticket in '08 - Hill for prez, Bill for V-P.
And by the way....
Paris Hilton is a skanky homewrecker.
But that's not really news...neither is the fact that Brit herself has had her ups and downs. But come on....nothing good comes of being friends with that lazy-eyed ho.
But that's not really news...neither is the fact that Brit herself has had her ups and downs. But come on....nothing good comes of being friends with that lazy-eyed ho.
When I wake up in the mornin', the alarm gives out a warnin', I don't think I'll ever make it on time...
Come on, you all know those lyrics! It's from "Saved By the Bell!" We all watched it on Saturday mornings. Best. Show. EVER.
Well, I just might have to check out the new musical this weekend.
Well, I just might have to check out the new musical this weekend.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Rid yourself of junk mail!
Greendimes has an utterly brilliant idea. Considering I am in a constant state of poor, I am considering throwing them $36 a year to deal with my junk mail and plant a tree instead. Especially because yesterday I got some random sports equipment catalog, courtesy of my name being sold to this company from some random list. At least spam doesn't waste paper.
I'm also sick of shredding all that crap, especially credit card applications. I get like 4 a day.
Give the gift of green!
I'm also sick of shredding all that crap, especially credit card applications. I get like 4 a day.
Give the gift of green!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
It's gonna rain on my parade
Well, the parade is out. The Thanksgiving trifecta, me, Jason, and Lisa, were going to venture to 76th and Central Park West to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, per tradition for us New York Oprhans (as I affectionately call us). Last week, all was looking good, weather-wise. 52 and sunny. NICE. Yeah, not so much anymore. It's gonna rain all damn day.
I'm a little broken up, but not overly so. I have seen this parade LIVE 5 times now. And I just won't be able to deal in the freezing rain, with umbrellas. I don't want to lose an eye - I have cooking to do.
So instead, Jason and I will sleep in after our Thanksgiving Eve drinking night out, and perhaps watch some of the parade on the couch in our PJs with some caffeine, to gear up for the day of drinking, movie-watching, and all around gluttony that awaits us at our gracious host Lisa's apartment.
I am so very excited. Especially for the holiday movies. And did I mention the drinking?
Happy Turkey to all!
I'm a little broken up, but not overly so. I have seen this parade LIVE 5 times now. And I just won't be able to deal in the freezing rain, with umbrellas. I don't want to lose an eye - I have cooking to do.
So instead, Jason and I will sleep in after our Thanksgiving Eve drinking night out, and perhaps watch some of the parade on the couch in our PJs with some caffeine, to gear up for the day of drinking, movie-watching, and all around gluttony that awaits us at our gracious host Lisa's apartment.
I am so very excited. Especially for the holiday movies. And did I mention the drinking?
Happy Turkey to all!
Monday, November 20, 2006
The shit finally sticks
Finally, the disgusting fembot Judith Regan jumps the shark, after NewsCorp. cancels the farce she called a book, O.J.'s pseudo-hypothetical "confession."
Now that's justice!
Now that's justice!
Blame It On the Rain
On yesterday's date in history (November 19):
1990 - The pop duo Milli Vanilli was stripped of its Grammy Award because other singers sung the songs on their "Girl You Know It's True" album.
I still have the tape. We had a little Friday afternoon sing-a-along resurgence in college with a few of the tunes also. Good times.
1990 - The pop duo Milli Vanilli was stripped of its Grammy Award because other singers sung the songs on their "Girl You Know It's True" album.
I still have the tape. We had a little Friday afternoon sing-a-along resurgence in college with a few of the tunes also. Good times.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Rivalry Rages On
A good piece on NPR this morning about the clash of the Titans this weekend.
Also, my mom informs me she had the joy of listening to OSU fight songs all morning on our local radio station (my parents are, unfortunately, transplanted Michiganders living in Ohio - unfortunately for sports and political reasons). I mean, come on! Their fight songs aren't even that good. And they totally stole "Louie, Louie" as their "theme song."
And pathetically enough, dotting the "i" is the most orgasmic moment an OSU tuba player can have in his life. I mean, after that, your life is done. Lame!
POSTSCRIPT: I realized my mistake last week in claiming "Louie Louie" was the theme song. I stand corrected, as my sis-in-law Sarah pointed out, it's "Hang on Sloopy." Then they do that "O-HI-O" thing after the refrain. Similar to "Cherry Cherry" and the LetsGetDrunkblahblah chant.
Also, my mom informs me she had the joy of listening to OSU fight songs all morning on our local radio station (my parents are, unfortunately, transplanted Michiganders living in Ohio - unfortunately for sports and political reasons). I mean, come on! Their fight songs aren't even that good. And they totally stole "Louie, Louie" as their "theme song."
And pathetically enough, dotting the "i" is the most orgasmic moment an OSU tuba player can have in his life. I mean, after that, your life is done. Lame!
POSTSCRIPT: I realized my mistake last week in claiming "Louie Louie" was the theme song. I stand corrected, as my sis-in-law Sarah pointed out, it's "Hang on Sloopy." Then they do that "O-HI-O" thing after the refrain. Similar to "Cherry Cherry" and the LetsGetDrunkblahblah chant.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Those Scary Buckeyes
My avid Michigan fan Lisa sent me something from her mother this morning, detailing cautions that the University of Michigan is passing along to those attending the big game at Ohio State in Columbus this weekend. She writes:
"Did you hear about the email that U of M sent out? They're urging people not to drive cars with Michigan license plates, urging them not to wear any maize and blue, and to ignore any provocations. In addition to that, Ohio State is organizing volunteers to escort the Michigan fans from the tailgate area to the stadium and back. U of M campus police are going to Columbus this year to protect the Michigan fans--who have been given their cell phone numbers and are being told not to wait, but to call 911 at the first sign of trouble."
This sportwriter in Ann Arbor, and in Detroit detail those scary Bucks fans even further.
And to add my own footnote, we were practically thrown into a brawl 2 years ago at an Upper East Side bar that had been Michigan-friendly the previous year. But in 2004, the OSU alumni association had decided to make that bar one of their "OSU bars," thereby letting all OSU fans know they would be in good company.
While one group sitting next to us (they were older, and therefor a bit more mature) were perfectly fine, reasonable, even nice people, we were mocked, threatened, and goaded just so the Bucks fans could be assholes (as U of M was losing most of the game) and seriously were a bit afraid of what those crazy shits would do to us, whether U of M won or lost. It's just dispicable behavior, and truly unsportsman-like. I find Yankees fans to be of the same vein when I attended a game this summer, bearating a 60-year-old man with profanity for wearing a Tigers hat (which he played off very well and made them look ignorant, as they clearly were).
A good rivalry is fun, but when you start fearing for your life by showing team spirit, there's a bigger problem. Maybe it's because their mascot is a giant HAIRLESS NUT, and they feel inadequate. I guess to be fair, it's poisonous - just like the fans behavior.
Nice necklace, by the way. I've always wanted to hang a bunch of nuts around my neck. But then again, those OSU fans are used to nuts up in their grill.
"Did you hear about the email that U of M sent out? They're urging people not to drive cars with Michigan license plates, urging them not to wear any maize and blue, and to ignore any provocations. In addition to that, Ohio State is organizing volunteers to escort the Michigan fans from the tailgate area to the stadium and back. U of M campus police are going to Columbus this year to protect the Michigan fans--who have been given their cell phone numbers and are being told not to wait, but to call 911 at the first sign of trouble."
This sportwriter in Ann Arbor, and in Detroit detail those scary Bucks fans even further.
And to add my own footnote, we were practically thrown into a brawl 2 years ago at an Upper East Side bar that had been Michigan-friendly the previous year. But in 2004, the OSU alumni association had decided to make that bar one of their "OSU bars," thereby letting all OSU fans know they would be in good company.
While one group sitting next to us (they were older, and therefor a bit more mature) were perfectly fine, reasonable, even nice people, we were mocked, threatened, and goaded just so the Bucks fans could be assholes (as U of M was losing most of the game) and seriously were a bit afraid of what those crazy shits would do to us, whether U of M won or lost. It's just dispicable behavior, and truly unsportsman-like. I find Yankees fans to be of the same vein when I attended a game this summer, bearating a 60-year-old man with profanity for wearing a Tigers hat (which he played off very well and made them look ignorant, as they clearly were).
A good rivalry is fun, but when you start fearing for your life by showing team spirit, there's a bigger problem. Maybe it's because their mascot is a giant HAIRLESS NUT, and they feel inadequate. I guess to be fair, it's poisonous - just like the fans behavior.
Nice necklace, by the way. I've always wanted to hang a bunch of nuts around my neck. But then again, those OSU fans are used to nuts up in their grill.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Down with O.J.
Wow, lots to blog about today!
I guess if you're guilty as sin, it would be pretty easy to write a book about how you killed your ex-wife and her lover.
O.J. is one crazy dispicable shit. But Judith Regan is utterly abhorrant and lives up to her crazy train billing for publishing the book and producing this mini-series. Let's hope it doesn't sell - hasn't he profitted enough from their deaths, not to mention the fact that he got off scot-free?
I guess if you're guilty as sin, it would be pretty easy to write a book about how you killed your ex-wife and her lover.
O.J. is one crazy dispicable shit. But Judith Regan is utterly abhorrant and lives up to her crazy train billing for publishing the book and producing this mini-series. Let's hope it doesn't sell - hasn't he profitted enough from their deaths, not to mention the fact that he got off scot-free?
A Buckeye is a Hairless Nut
For what's turning out to be the biggest game in UM-OSU history (based solely on rankings), I pass along a little joy as we gear up for some old-school Wolverine ass-kicking on Saturday.
Three football fans were on their way to a game when one noticed a foot sticking
out of the bushes by the side of the road. They stopped and discovered a nude
female, dead drunk. Out of respect and propriety, the Michigan fan took off his
cap and placed it over her right breast. The Michigan State fan took off his cap
and placed it over her left breast. Following their lead, the Ohio State fan
took off his cap and placed it over her crotch. The police were called and when
the officer arrived, he conducted his inspection. First, he lifted up the
Michigan cap, replaced it and wrote down some notes. Next, he lifted the
Michigan State cap, replaced it and wrote down some more notes. The officer then
lifted the Ohio State cap, replaced it, then lifted it again, replaced it,
lifted it a third time, and replaced it one last time. The Buckeye fan was
getting upset and finally asked, "What are you, a pervert or something?" "Why do
you keep lifting and looking, lifting and looking? "Well," said the officer.
"I'm confused; normally when I look under a Ohio State hat, I find an asshole."
Three football fans were on their way to a game when one noticed a foot sticking
out of the bushes by the side of the road. They stopped and discovered a nude
female, dead drunk. Out of respect and propriety, the Michigan fan took off his
cap and placed it over her right breast. The Michigan State fan took off his cap
and placed it over her left breast. Following their lead, the Ohio State fan
took off his cap and placed it over her crotch. The police were called and when
the officer arrived, he conducted his inspection. First, he lifted up the
Michigan cap, replaced it and wrote down some notes. Next, he lifted the
Michigan State cap, replaced it and wrote down some more notes. The officer then
lifted the Ohio State cap, replaced it, then lifted it again, replaced it,
lifted it a third time, and replaced it one last time. The Buckeye fan was
getting upset and finally asked, "What are you, a pervert or something?" "Why do
you keep lifting and looking, lifting and looking? "Well," said the officer.
"I'm confused; normally when I look under a Ohio State hat, I find an asshole."
American Un-Idol
On what was destined to just be one of those awful commutes this morning, where everything was running slow and stupid, of course I had to deal with the world's most confident bad singer.
After waiting for 3 packed trains before finally boarding, I was lucky enough to be just a few seats away from a teenager who clearly thinks he is the next American Idol, since he did not stop singing for the entire, long, slow, painful 30-minute train ride.
Problem was, he sucked. AND, he couldn't even keep a rhythm - I don't think he could have snapped his fingers to the beat had a gun been pointed to his head. I have new respect for subway muscians, who, while often annoying and loud, at least can hold a tune (especially those mariachi guys, they're my guilty pleasure!). Granted this kid wasn't looking for cash, just a major amount of attention, but please, not at 9 AM on a crowded 6 train.
After waiting for 3 packed trains before finally boarding, I was lucky enough to be just a few seats away from a teenager who clearly thinks he is the next American Idol, since he did not stop singing for the entire, long, slow, painful 30-minute train ride.
Problem was, he sucked. AND, he couldn't even keep a rhythm - I don't think he could have snapped his fingers to the beat had a gun been pointed to his head. I have new respect for subway muscians, who, while often annoying and loud, at least can hold a tune (especially those mariachi guys, they're my guilty pleasure!). Granted this kid wasn't looking for cash, just a major amount of attention, but please, not at 9 AM on a crowded 6 train.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Lap of Luxury
9:22 AM (approx), Houston and Thompson St, West Village.
Lexus SUV NYC Yellow Cab.
So now you can literally ride in luxury in a Yellow Cab in NYC? I'm intrigued.....and totally want to ride in one!
On an unrelated note, Bridget Rockstar finished the NYC Marathon yesterday!!!!!! She's my hero!!!!!!!
Lexus SUV NYC Yellow Cab.
So now you can literally ride in luxury in a Yellow Cab in NYC? I'm intrigued.....and totally want to ride in one!
On an unrelated note, Bridget Rockstar finished the NYC Marathon yesterday!!!!!! She's my hero!!!!!!!
Friday, November 03, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Crazier than a shithouse rat, Part 3
How in THE HELL does shit not stick to this man?
Even I'm starting to think maybe there's something to this Scientology mumbo-jumbo....
Even I'm starting to think maybe there's something to this Scientology mumbo-jumbo....
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
From Sea to Shining Sea (until they tear a hole in an oil tanker)
Let's just discuss one of the most under-reported story from the last 2 weeks or so. The fact the Exxon Mobile, in a quarter where gas prices were the highest they've ever been, earned near-record profits of $8.4 billion.
There's a problem here. But I'm sure there's absolutely no WAY that the oil lobby is putting dimes in the GOPs pockets. Why, that would seem unethical, no?
There's a problem here. But I'm sure there's absolutely no WAY that the oil lobby is putting dimes in the GOPs pockets. Why, that would seem unethical, no?
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sad end to a grand era
Game shows are over as we know it. Bob Barker is retiring from "The Price Is Right" in June, at the ripe young age of 83.
I used to watch this show with my grandpa - he loved it. He'd work on his Rubik's Cube while watching. It was always our bonding time. I still watch it today if I'm home during the day.
I am truly sad.
I used to watch this show with my grandpa - he loved it. He'd work on his Rubik's Cube while watching. It was always our bonding time. I still watch it today if I'm home during the day.
I am truly sad.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Shake Your Money Maker
This is quite possibly the most amazing thing ever:
http://www.dancesisterdance.com/myvid/index.php?v=c893e48c39e90
Make your own here!
http://www.dancesisterdance.com/myvid/index.php?v=c893e48c39e90
Make your own here!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Who knew?!
Fact of the Day: (from reference.com)
Lincoln Logs were invented by John Lloyd Wright, the son of famous American architect Frank Lloyd Wright. The inspiration for Lincoln Logs came in 1916 when 24-year-old John took a trip to Tokyo, Japan, where Frank Lloyd Wright was building the Imperial Hotel. John watched workers build the earthquake-proof structure using the revolutionary technique of interlocking beams. When John returned to America, he created Lincoln Logs, which were named for President Abraham Lincoln and originally made of redwood.
Lincoln Logs were invented by John Lloyd Wright, the son of famous American architect Frank Lloyd Wright. The inspiration for Lincoln Logs came in 1916 when 24-year-old John took a trip to Tokyo, Japan, where Frank Lloyd Wright was building the Imperial Hotel. John watched workers build the earthquake-proof structure using the revolutionary technique of interlocking beams. When John returned to America, he created Lincoln Logs, which were named for President Abraham Lincoln and originally made of redwood.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Karma's a bitch, ain't it?
Former Enron CEO Jeffrey Skilling has been sentenced to 24 years in prison for his role in one of the biggest corporate scandals in U.S. history, CNN confirms.
It's a shame he couldn't suffer as much as the people's lives he's ruined, but I'll say that's a bit of retribution.
It's a shame he couldn't suffer as much as the people's lives he's ruined, but I'll say that's a bit of retribution.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Mind-boggling
You wanna hear something fascinating? Of course you do, why else do you read this blog?!
The Peter Cooper Village housing complex here in New York City was just sold to a private management company for $5.4 BILLION dollars (no, this is not Austin Powers). It's claimed to be the largest real estate sale in U.S. history.
Let's just put that into perspective. On this day in 1867, a mere 139 years ago, the U.S. took formal possession of Alaska from Russia. It had cost $7.2 million.
So, not taking into effect inflation (which, somehow, I still think might be less), we bought an ENTIRE GIGANTIC COUNTRY for $800 million LESS than an 80-acre apartment complex in the East Village in Manhattan, where only one subway goes.
The Peter Cooper Village housing complex here in New York City was just sold to a private management company for $5.4 BILLION dollars (no, this is not Austin Powers). It's claimed to be the largest real estate sale in U.S. history.
Let's just put that into perspective. On this day in 1867, a mere 139 years ago, the U.S. took formal possession of Alaska from Russia. It had cost $7.2 million.
So, not taking into effect inflation (which, somehow, I still think might be less), we bought an ENTIRE GIGANTIC COUNTRY for $800 million LESS than an 80-acre apartment complex in the East Village in Manhattan, where only one subway goes.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Crazier than a shithouse rat, Part 2
Huh. We all knew Mike Tyson was a total nutjob, but this brings him to a whole new level of crazy.
Fighting women? Well, let's just hope if any female takes him up on it, they kick the shit out of him, scumbag misogynist wifebeater.
So do you think he believes in Title IX, or just wants some publicity in order to get a new reality show, "Fight that Bitch"?
Fighting women? Well, let's just hope if any female takes him up on it, they kick the shit out of him, scumbag misogynist wifebeater.
So do you think he believes in Title IX, or just wants some publicity in order to get a new reality show, "Fight that Bitch"?
Monday, October 16, 2006
Show some love for the D (and get your mind out the gutter)
This simply can't go without being mentioned:
The Detroit Tigers are going to their first World Series in 22 years!
A nailbiter until the very end, they won the game with a 3-run homer, sweeping the A's in the series. It was the way a baseball game should be won.
I want to see a Mets-Tigers series - perennial underdogs making good on the season. I'm a Mets fan until they face off against the Tigers. Then, it's ROWR!
The Detroit Tigers are going to their first World Series in 22 years!
A nailbiter until the very end, they won the game with a 3-run homer, sweeping the A's in the series. It was the way a baseball game should be won.
I want to see a Mets-Tigers series - perennial underdogs making good on the season. I'm a Mets fan until they face off against the Tigers. Then, it's ROWR!
Friday, October 13, 2006
Go Tigers! Go Blue!
Another fantastic sports weekend! Tigers play in Detroit this weekend. Let's hope the freak cold snap scares those Californians all the way back to the left coast.
Who's with me on a Tigers-Mets World Series? Bring it on!
And #4 Michigan at unranked Penn State Saturday night. Joe Paterno still kickin it. Right now, they're 3-0 in the Big Ten (#1 seed), 6-0 Season. I want an undefeated Michigan to meet an undefeated OSU on Nov. 23 and show those Thugeyes where it's at. Hail to the Victors!
Who's with me on a Tigers-Mets World Series? Bring it on!
And #4 Michigan at unranked Penn State Saturday night. Joe Paterno still kickin it. Right now, they're 3-0 in the Big Ten (#1 seed), 6-0 Season. I want an undefeated Michigan to meet an undefeated OSU on Nov. 23 and show those Thugeyes where it's at. Hail to the Victors!
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
The Tourist Trap of Texas
I am sold on this place. Scuba diving in the desert?!
Now, just how difficult is it to get to far west Texas?
Now, just how difficult is it to get to far west Texas?
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Crazier than a shithouse rat
Well, as if the original flight and story she made up wasn't enough to convince us she was little less than sane, Runaway Bride Jennifer Wilbanks is now suing her ex-fiance for $500,000.
Thanks god he finally dumped her ass. Better off without her. Is is bad that I have no sympathy for this woman and think she absolutely deserves nothing from him. He became a laughing stock - all for the glory of love. She's just apeshit.
Thanks god he finally dumped her ass. Better off without her. Is is bad that I have no sympathy for this woman and think she absolutely deserves nothing from him. He became a laughing stock - all for the glory of love. She's just apeshit.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Prize-Winning Indeed
Check out the balls on this Ram - it won a prize at the Ohio State Fair. Must be for his sperm count.
Friday, October 06, 2006
Conundrum for Michiganders
Actually, this is possibly the biggest conundrum in sports history (well, my sports history at least). And the Red Wings are playing at 7:30, althugh that won't really be televised out here in NY, where there are basically 4 local teams (Rangers, Islanders, Devils, and even Flyers).
Not to mention that my boyfriend is a monstrous Notre Dame fan, which poses its own problem, playing at 2:30. Stupid daylight savings time, Indiana.
Looks like another delicious fall Saturday stuck on the couch watching sports. I mean, what's better?!
And before you tell me I spelled Michiganders wrong, you're wrong.
Not to mention that my boyfriend is a monstrous Notre Dame fan, which poses its own problem, playing at 2:30. Stupid daylight savings time, Indiana.
Looks like another delicious fall Saturday stuck on the couch watching sports. I mean, what's better?!
And before you tell me I spelled Michiganders wrong, you're wrong.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Pot or Kettle?
Isn't this statement from our pathetic president kind of like the pot calling the kettle black?
At least we (meaning dems) don't have a Representative on the committee for exploited children writing lewd emails and texts to undeage and impressionable pages on Capitol Hill. Nor do we have Jack Ambramhoff, lobbyist and lawbreaker extraordinaire. Nor do we have religious leaders confusing the voters into thinking that church and state actually, rightfully belong together. And don't even get me started on how Rumsfeld has zero business in the Pentagon.
Canada beckons....although their bacon isn't quite the same.
At least we (meaning dems) don't have a Representative on the committee for exploited children writing lewd emails and texts to undeage and impressionable pages on Capitol Hill. Nor do we have Jack Ambramhoff, lobbyist and lawbreaker extraordinaire. Nor do we have religious leaders confusing the voters into thinking that church and state actually, rightfully belong together. And don't even get me started on how Rumsfeld has zero business in the Pentagon.
Canada beckons....although their bacon isn't quite the same.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
My new love
My current obsession, on the fantastic recommendation of my friend Lisa, is the TV show Veronica Mars. I'm currently halfway through Season 1 and am utterly hooked. Lisa told me to give it until at least the third episode, but I was enthralled after about 10 mins.
It's like a cooler, hipper version of Nancy Drew, another obsession I had as a kid. I think I read about 100 of the "new" Nancy Drew books between ages 10 and 13.
It's just a well-written, funny, smart, brilliantly woven show about a teenager who happens to be a detective on the sly. But it's got the rich-suburb setting that we all love in our teen dramas these days (see "The OC," "Laguna Beach," etc. But come, on, we know it all started with "90210").
Anyway, highly recommended if you like anything remotely intriguing and sassy, without having to be all Law and Order or CSI gruesome - a little more fun than that.
It's like a cooler, hipper version of Nancy Drew, another obsession I had as a kid. I think I read about 100 of the "new" Nancy Drew books between ages 10 and 13.
It's just a well-written, funny, smart, brilliantly woven show about a teenager who happens to be a detective on the sly. But it's got the rich-suburb setting that we all love in our teen dramas these days (see "The OC," "Laguna Beach," etc. But come, on, we know it all started with "90210").
Anyway, highly recommended if you like anything remotely intriguing and sassy, without having to be all Law and Order or CSI gruesome - a little more fun than that.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Fabu-bet!
I opened a new mascara this morning, since my old L'Oreal Voluminous got the funk smell, and needed to be tossed. So I went back to a tube I had previously purchased, Revlon's Fabulash. You know, with Halle Berry in that lame commercial?
Regardless of the lameness of the commercial, I'm astounded once again at how much I love this mascara. It does everything I want it to without clumping, and looking natural, but better. It lengthens, and lushes, which is what I want my mascara to do. And at $7 a tube (or so), it can't be beat.
I love expensive mascaras. Lancome has THE BEST. But I, unlike many people, actually toss mine after the allotted three or so months (or funky smell). So I stick to drugstore brands instead of tossing $20 with the tube.
If you're looking for a good cheapie tube, go Fabulash. Try to ignore the commercial.
And wedding pics and more to come on Seattle in my next post...
Regardless of the lameness of the commercial, I'm astounded once again at how much I love this mascara. It does everything I want it to without clumping, and looking natural, but better. It lengthens, and lushes, which is what I want my mascara to do. And at $7 a tube (or so), it can't be beat.
I love expensive mascaras. Lancome has THE BEST. But I, unlike many people, actually toss mine after the allotted three or so months (or funky smell). So I stick to drugstore brands instead of tossing $20 with the tube.
If you're looking for a good cheapie tube, go Fabulash. Try to ignore the commercial.
And wedding pics and more to come on Seattle in my next post...
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Some entertaining TSA reading
On the eve of my cross-country flight to Seattle for Becky's wedding, I was checking out the TSA website for allowable items. I actually flew to Detroit the day the plot unfurled in London, so am no stranger to now having to check my bags because I'm a girl, and I need girly shit like lipgloss, mascara, hair gels, lotion, and etc.
Some of the stuff on this list is pretty hilarious for the sheer reason it got its own separate billing. But as I always say, there are specifics because someone has attempted before. Why else are there directions on shampoo bottles?
Read the full list here.
My favorite - swords and sabers can be checked, but not carried on. Huh.
And note that Transformers get their own distinction - product placement at its finest. I wonder how much their manufacturer paid to have them on that list?
Some of the stuff on this list is pretty hilarious for the sheer reason it got its own separate billing. But as I always say, there are specifics because someone has attempted before. Why else are there directions on shampoo bottles?
Read the full list here.
My favorite - swords and sabers can be checked, but not carried on. Huh.
And note that Transformers get their own distinction - product placement at its finest. I wonder how much their manufacturer paid to have them on that list?
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Bacony McBaconson
Imagine my joy and surprise when this email popped into my inbox yesterday:Ham it Up
BY RIMA SUQI
One of New York's greatest food advantages is the presence of skilled, trained-by-apprenticeship butchers in every neighborhood. Here, and starting on page 62, we show some of their handiwork, along with their preferred cooking methods. Pictured, bacon made from Schaller & Weber's hickory-smoked pork. Head cutter Conrad Krische advises ordering it cut thick—a quarter of an inch—and cooking it in a frying pan over medium heat, which achieves a crispy edge and a tender, chewy center. It's the use of hickory pork, rather than apple pork, that gives its bacon the edge. "The best piece will taste smoky and salty, not sweet," he says. One pound of smoked slab bacon, $6.99; 1654 Second Ave., nr. 86th St.; 212-879-3047).
New York Mag promoting the love of Bacon (it's so good, it gets capitalization!). Magnificent!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Remember
Even five years later, the morning of September 11 is still pretty vivid, especially since I am working in the same office building that I was that morning. Today is similar to then - a beautiful fall day, although a little cloudier, and little cooler.
I remarked a short time ago to my dad that I can't believe that everything that morning transpired in about 2 hours. It was probably the longest two hours, and the longest day, of my life.
As I become increasingly bitter and hostile to New York and what it has become to me, I think back in remembrance of a time when it was the best place to be, and to a time, when, even after we'd been attacked and the island was in shambles, I could imagine being nowhere else. Therefore, I will always consider myself a New Yorker, even though I didn't grow up here, and won't grow old here.
Never forget.
I remarked a short time ago to my dad that I can't believe that everything that morning transpired in about 2 hours. It was probably the longest two hours, and the longest day, of my life.
As I become increasingly bitter and hostile to New York and what it has become to me, I think back in remembrance of a time when it was the best place to be, and to a time, when, even after we'd been attacked and the island was in shambles, I could imagine being nowhere else. Therefore, I will always consider myself a New Yorker, even though I didn't grow up here, and won't grow old here.
Never forget.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Frivolous Lawsuits
Yet another reason I hate Oprah, and why the book industry is fucked (from Publishers Lunch):
Frey Settlement Deal is Close
Following a rumor report from Radar recently, the NYT also says that Random House and James Frey are close to settling class action suits brought over the merchandising of A MILLION LITTLE PIECES as nonfiction. While Random House's standard policy has always allowed for refunds to consumers who buy directly from their site, and via booksellers with purchase receipt, the settlement as reported by "a person familiar with the negotiations" would be much simpler (and more generous) for consumers. They would simply need to submit a selected page or piece of packaging from the book or audio packaging to qualify, along with a standardized "sworn statement that they would not have bought the book if they knew that certain facts had been embroidered or changed." By this account, Frey and Random House's liability would be capped at a maximum of $2.35 million, including paying all the lawyers, cash refunds, and some kind of charitable donation. (You'll remember that Frey has insisted that, even before his lies were exposed, he was already donating 15 percent of his earnings to treatment centers, though the donations have never been documented.) Frey's lawyer Derek Meyer tells the NYT, "We worked with Random House on whether to resolve these lawsuits and the desire to move on became a powerful incentive to resolve what are otherwise very weak cases." In this case, "move n" could be a synonym for "get paid," since Random House has withheld Frey's big seven-figure Oprah windfall royalty check pending disposition of the lawsuits.
So where does one draw the line? Lawsuits like this show the ignorance of the vast majority of Americans, and are part of the reason why everything is so expensive. Anytime Sony gets hit with a class action lawsuit, and everyone who bought a defunct Discman gets their 40 cents in settlement, then the cost of Discmans go up. Is it really worth the 40 cents?
Frey Settlement Deal is Close
Following a rumor report from Radar recently, the NYT also says that Random House and James Frey are close to settling class action suits brought over the merchandising of A MILLION LITTLE PIECES as nonfiction. While Random House's standard policy has always allowed for refunds to consumers who buy directly from their site, and via booksellers with purchase receipt, the settlement as reported by "a person familiar with the negotiations" would be much simpler (and more generous) for consumers. They would simply need to submit a selected page or piece of packaging from the book or audio packaging to qualify, along with a standardized "sworn statement that they would not have bought the book if they knew that certain facts had been embroidered or changed." By this account, Frey and Random House's liability would be capped at a maximum of $2.35 million, including paying all the lawyers, cash refunds, and some kind of charitable donation. (You'll remember that Frey has insisted that, even before his lies were exposed, he was already donating 15 percent of his earnings to treatment centers, though the donations have never been documented.) Frey's lawyer Derek Meyer tells the NYT, "We worked with Random House on whether to resolve these lawsuits and the desire to move on became a powerful incentive to resolve what are otherwise very weak cases." In this case, "move n" could be a synonym for "get paid," since Random House has withheld Frey's big seven-figure Oprah windfall royalty check pending disposition of the lawsuits.
So where does one draw the line? Lawsuits like this show the ignorance of the vast majority of Americans, and are part of the reason why everything is so expensive. Anytime Sony gets hit with a class action lawsuit, and everyone who bought a defunct Discman gets their 40 cents in settlement, then the cost of Discmans go up. Is it really worth the 40 cents?
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
Snug as a bug in a rug
Wow, I just might have to purchase this. Again, as most of my favorite things are classified, the simplicity is the brilliance in this. And you look boss wearing it.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
More bathroom antics
Does the week before Labor Day bring out the worst in people? Well, our bathroom at work is generally disgusting and filled with a few weirdos who make it unbearable for the rest of us normal folks, so probably not, but just saw the latest freak!
So as I was washing my hands, I saw the sink next to me FILLED with suds (and the culprit, who I dislike on account of her overt oddness and bitchy demeanor, was leaving, so I know now who she is!). Seriously, how OCD are you that you need to fill an entire sink with suds? It's such a damn waste, on so many levels.
The freaks in this city are like pigeons, rats, and cockroaches - they will be the only survivors in a nuclear winter, because the cannot be human.
So as I was washing my hands, I saw the sink next to me FILLED with suds (and the culprit, who I dislike on account of her overt oddness and bitchy demeanor, was leaving, so I know now who she is!). Seriously, how OCD are you that you need to fill an entire sink with suds? It's such a damn waste, on so many levels.
The freaks in this city are like pigeons, rats, and cockroaches - they will be the only survivors in a nuclear winter, because the cannot be human.
CNN outdoes itself
Gotta love this headline on CNN this morning:
Police: Throbbing artery gave polygamist away
At least it was just his artery that was throbbing...although he is a sex freak and most likely a pedophile. So perhaps I'm wrong in my thinking...
Police: Throbbing artery gave polygamist away
At least it was just his artery that was throbbing...although he is a sex freak and most likely a pedophile. So perhaps I'm wrong in my thinking...
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
A Devil Grows in Kettering
Check out the sweet tomato my dad picked in our yard last week. Clearly, we're channeling Satan via soil. Or perhaps it's attack of the killer tomatoes?
My dad says it's a "devil of a tomato."
But perhaps it's a unicorn, if you want to take the shiny happy road. But seeing as it was grown in Ohio, it has that evil GOP-red-state-taint on it, so I'm going with devil.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Chronicles of Snasty, Vol. 1
At my chica Erica's request, and on her tip, I've decided to write about the further disgusting freaks that frequent the 5th Fl. bathroom at my hub of employment, 375 Hudson St.
Erica just let me know that someone was clipping their toenails in the bathroom. I guess I should at least be happy that they were in a closed stall doing this (Erica heard the clips and saw the stance, hence how she knew) , since I've seen people do this on the subway in the open, no qualms at all.
However, SHE WAS CLIPPING HER TOENAILS IN A WORKPLACE BATHROOM! I tend to think there are bylaws in my company that do not allow this. And Erica verified that one leg was up ON the toilet seat for the proper clippage. This is distrubing on many levels, because now I might end up sitting on her snasty foot. And lord hopes she got some funk on her foot, if she's tacky enough to clip the toes over the toilet.
It is completely unacceptable anywhere aside from over a wastebasket in your home or bathroom (Erica concurs).
Bring on your snasty workplace bathroom stories!
Erica just let me know that someone was clipping their toenails in the bathroom. I guess I should at least be happy that they were in a closed stall doing this (Erica heard the clips and saw the stance, hence how she knew) , since I've seen people do this on the subway in the open, no qualms at all.
However, SHE WAS CLIPPING HER TOENAILS IN A WORKPLACE BATHROOM! I tend to think there are bylaws in my company that do not allow this. And Erica verified that one leg was up ON the toilet seat for the proper clippage. This is distrubing on many levels, because now I might end up sitting on her snasty foot. And lord hopes she got some funk on her foot, if she's tacky enough to clip the toes over the toilet.
It is completely unacceptable anywhere aside from over a wastebasket in your home or bathroom (Erica concurs).
Bring on your snasty workplace bathroom stories!
Chronicles of Snasty, Vol. 1
At my chica Erica's request, and on her tip, I've decided to write about the further disgusting freaks that frequent the 5th Fl. bathroom at my hub of employment, 375 Hudson St.
Erica just let me know that someone was clipping their toenails in the bathroom. I guess I should at least be happy that they were in a closed stall doing this (Erica heard the clips and saw the stance, hence how she knew) , since I've seen people do this on the subway in the open, no qualms at all.
However, SHE WAS CLIPPING HER TOENAILS IN A WORKPLACE BATHROOM! I tend to think there are bylaws in my company that do not allow this. And Erica verified that one leg was up ON the toilet seat for the proper clippage. This is distrubing on many levels, because now I might end up sitting on her snasty foot. And lord hopes she got some funk on her foot, if she's tacky enough to clip the toes over the toilet.
It is completely unacceptable anywhere aside from over a wastebasket in your home or bathroom (Erica concurs).
Bring on your snasty workplace bathroom stories!
Erica just let me know that someone was clipping their toenails in the bathroom. I guess I should at least be happy that they were in a closed stall doing this (Erica heard the clips and saw the stance, hence how she knew) , since I've seen people do this on the subway in the open, no qualms at all.
However, SHE WAS CLIPPING HER TOENAILS IN A WORKPLACE BATHROOM! I tend to think there are bylaws in my company that do not allow this. And Erica verified that one leg was up ON the toilet seat for the proper clippage. This is distrubing on many levels, because now I might end up sitting on her snasty foot. And lord hopes she got some funk on her foot, if she's tacky enough to clip the toes over the toilet.
It is completely unacceptable anywhere aside from over a wastebasket in your home or bathroom (Erica concurs).
Bring on your snasty workplace bathroom stories!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
So many freaks, so little time
Wow, this morning's commute was a freakshow bonanza! On the train, I noticed a guy with a headband. You read correctly - he was wearing one of those thin plastic headbands that I used to have in every color as a little girl. You could even see the teeth tracks in his hair. To his credit, it was an understated brown. He was a normal enough looking guy, dressed well, nice shoes (such a key component for a man), so it was a bit off-putting and confusing.
There was also some woman sharing the elevator with me wearing absolutely the most absurd sunglasses I have ever seen. They were like giant white octagons, and just silly. She looked like Bootsy Collins.
I might need to go out at lunch - is it a full moon or something? Or perhaps it has something to do with the fact that my entire science education has been based on a lie, with the demotion of Pluto. Poor Pluto - didn't it have enough going against it anyway?
There was also some woman sharing the elevator with me wearing absolutely the most absurd sunglasses I have ever seen. They were like giant white octagons, and just silly. She looked like Bootsy Collins.
I might need to go out at lunch - is it a full moon or something? Or perhaps it has something to do with the fact that my entire science education has been based on a lie, with the demotion of Pluto. Poor Pluto - didn't it have enough going against it anyway?
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
The perfect food?
I just snacked on some Honey Nut Cheerios. Here in Manhattan, a box of cereal will run you $4-6. I'm not kidding. So I only purchase cereal when it's on sale. A little tip, CVS and Rite Aid, yes drugstores, always have the best sales. I can snag 2 boxes for the price of one when they go on sale, with great frequency.
But I digress.
Back to the Cheerios. I think they could possibly be the perfect food. I'll eat HNC for meals, and a snack. Their flavor is just perfection. Occasionally I've digressed to Target brand, and there's something just a little off. I get to the point that I crave them. One love.
Quiz: What's the name of the HNC bee? I can't remember for the life of me. And I'm too lazy to google.
But I digress.
Back to the Cheerios. I think they could possibly be the perfect food. I'll eat HNC for meals, and a snack. Their flavor is just perfection. Occasionally I've digressed to Target brand, and there's something just a little off. I get to the point that I crave them. One love.
Quiz: What's the name of the HNC bee? I can't remember for the life of me. And I'm too lazy to google.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Twisty Delight
I love pretzels. LOVE THEM. Like, I could eat them every day, and often do. I've been a pretzel fan since elementary or junior high school, always bringing them in my lunch. In high school, they were my lunch. I just finished a bag of Rold Gold Tiny Twists as an afternoon snack. I have to say that Rold Gold Thins are my favorite, and I will often leave work to walk to the deli on the corner, just to buy the 99 cent bag of Thins. The salt is perfect, the pretzel crisp and crunchy. Just perfect. Substitues will not do. I'm a pretzel snob.
So to my delight this weekend, my boyfriend and I tried a new restaurant in my nighborhood, Wicker Park. Very delish, and am looking forward to going back. When they brought out the bread basket, I was delighted - they had this soft pretzel log in there! And to top it off, mustard butter, with whole mustard seeds! I was obsessed.
I want to try the Rold Gold Thins with homemade mustard butter now. Can you even imagine???? Although, the beauty of pretzels, is the simplicity - I love 'em alone, probably even more. I dare say they are the perfect snack.
So to my delight this weekend, my boyfriend and I tried a new restaurant in my nighborhood, Wicker Park. Very delish, and am looking forward to going back. When they brought out the bread basket, I was delighted - they had this soft pretzel log in there! And to top it off, mustard butter, with whole mustard seeds! I was obsessed.
I want to try the Rold Gold Thins with homemade mustard butter now. Can you even imagine???? Although, the beauty of pretzels, is the simplicity - I love 'em alone, probably even more. I dare say they are the perfect snack.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Iced Coffee Done Right
I read a great piece in the NY Times yesterday about iced coffee, the drink you see in every New Yorker's fist from Memorial Day until Labor Day, that's just catching on in the rest of the country. And I'm not talking about a 600 calorie pseudo-milkshake from Starbucks. I'm talking cold coffee. On ice, and how you take it. The simplicity is the beauty, and while I still prefer hot coffee most days, I do enjoy the occasional iced coffee as an afternoon pick-me-up, or on the weekends. It's easier to drink and carry than a hot cup.
Even though I just discovered the joy of ice coffee only 3 years ago, after being a resister, I have to say what the writer said in this article is true: that NY iced coffee is generally a weak, watery concoction barely able to claim itself as iced coffee. The key, she says, it to brew it double strength, with coffee ice cubes. And it must be done at home. This woman is my new guru.
I am a one cup-drinker in the mornings, at home. I have a pod coffee maker that I love, but can't seem to find the pods anymore. So I've moved on to making coffee in my French Press the evening before and chilling it for a nice ice in the morning. It works well, and I like the consistency (little thicker, but not syrupy) than what I'd buy at say Dunkin' Donuts or my local cart vendor. But I made the coffee ice cubes yesterday. And it was that much better. Like, WOW.
Take heed - homemade iced coffee is the best you can get. Especially when you make the coffee cubes.
Even though I just discovered the joy of ice coffee only 3 years ago, after being a resister, I have to say what the writer said in this article is true: that NY iced coffee is generally a weak, watery concoction barely able to claim itself as iced coffee. The key, she says, it to brew it double strength, with coffee ice cubes. And it must be done at home. This woman is my new guru.
I am a one cup-drinker in the mornings, at home. I have a pod coffee maker that I love, but can't seem to find the pods anymore. So I've moved on to making coffee in my French Press the evening before and chilling it for a nice ice in the morning. It works well, and I like the consistency (little thicker, but not syrupy) than what I'd buy at say Dunkin' Donuts or my local cart vendor. But I made the coffee ice cubes yesterday. And it was that much better. Like, WOW.
Take heed - homemade iced coffee is the best you can get. Especially when you make the coffee cubes.
The pedosmile is the giveaway
So the latest photos of the dude who killed JonBenet - so creepy. I mean, these types of people are really just so obvious.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Recipe for Disaster
Ok, a while back, I blogged about some lame Rachael Ray recipe (at the very top there). But this new one from Ellie Krieger really takes the cake. So is she the braniac who came up with this?
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Air Guitar is the New Black
If you know what's good for you, you'll come to discover all the joy that is AIR GUITAR tomorrow, Aug. 9.
See for yourself:
http://www.readpenguin.com/ToAirInviteAnime.html
See for yourself:
http://www.readpenguin.com/ToAirInviteAnime.html
Monday, August 07, 2006
Wildlife in the Hudson
It's not everyday you see a manatee swimming in the Hudson River. I think you might have a better chance of seeing a body (not that I'd want to, but I bet it's true). Hope he stays safe and gets out OK. And let's hope he doesn't taint the rest of his buddies in Florida with the Hudson stank, courtesy of the most heavily trafficked waterway in the U.S.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Mother Nature is One Cranky Biyatch
Isn't kind of interesting to think that at this time last year, we'd had no days over 100 degrees, yet had already had like 12 hurricanes.
Now, we've had 3 days over 100, and only 3 hurricanes. Even though the heat sucks, it's less damaging, so I'll take that over a hurricane, but still. Is Father Time having trouble getting it up? Is that why Mother Nature is such a hateful bitch this year?
Now, we've had 3 days over 100, and only 3 hurricanes. Even though the heat sucks, it's less damaging, so I'll take that over a hurricane, but still. Is Father Time having trouble getting it up? Is that why Mother Nature is such a hateful bitch this year?
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Dessert of the Gods
I just had one of the best desserts of my life - Banoffee at The Spotted Pig in the West Village here in NY.
Crumbly shortbread cookie-like crust, layered with bananas and caramel, topped with pillowy whipped cream and chocolate shavings. Seriously....I will dream about this.
I think the only other thing that beats this is the Nutella Chocolate Cake at Deborah, also in the West Village.
I suppose I am so jealous of Funbag's blog that I am trying to channel her with my food longings here.
Crumbly shortbread cookie-like crust, layered with bananas and caramel, topped with pillowy whipped cream and chocolate shavings. Seriously....I will dream about this.
I think the only other thing that beats this is the Nutella Chocolate Cake at Deborah, also in the West Village.
I suppose I am so jealous of Funbag's blog that I am trying to channel her with my food longings here.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Happy 25th, MTV!
MTV has reached their Quarterlife Crisis! Congrats!
Ah, remember the days when videos were actually MTV's innovative thing....with Downtown Julie Brown, and Remote Control, and Yo! MTV Raps.
Well, you have to give them credit for the empire and brand they've built from such humble beginnings. Raise a glass - I want my MTV!
Ah, remember the days when videos were actually MTV's innovative thing....with Downtown Julie Brown, and Remote Control, and Yo! MTV Raps.
Well, you have to give them credit for the empire and brand they've built from such humble beginnings. Raise a glass - I want my MTV!
Friday, July 21, 2006
Walk the Sunshine
While listening to Johnny Cash this morning on my iPod, "Walk the Line" happened to stick in my head all morning, even after I had stopped listening. No problem, it's a great song, an American classic if you will. However, as the song kept replaying in the noggin, it was meshed with another classic tune, "You are My Sunshine."
The two are quite similar. While Johnny Cash is clearly a brilliant American musical master, and "Walk the Line" a fantastic classic song, it closely resembles "You are My Sunshine" in it's simplicity. I'm just sayin....
The two are quite similar. While Johnny Cash is clearly a brilliant American musical master, and "Walk the Line" a fantastic classic song, it closely resembles "You are My Sunshine" in it's simplicity. I'm just sayin....
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Bacon for president!
I stumbled across this website www.readexpress.com for actual work, and i saw on the home page that it linked to this blog.
Kismet, indeed!
Kismet, indeed!
Monday, July 17, 2006
Since I'm a reader and all...
It's been requested of me to start writing about good books. Me and books go together like peanut butter and jelly, hence my career in publishing. I am always in the middle of at least two, possibly more (generally, a hardcover for home and a paperback for the train). I also am always giving suggestions, but I think because I just give so darn many, people forget. And let's face it, it often goes in one ear and out the other unless it's in writing.
So, now begins a new feature where I will discuss good books. I'll start with one I just finished, because it's been far too long since I finished a really good one. I'll go back and discuss some of my old favorites as well, but right now I'd like to discuss Heat by Bill Buford.
I was lucky enough to snag a copy of this book at the New Yorker Magazine's Spring Books Party at Housing Works here in Manhattan. I therefore got the book for half-price, and the proceeds went to a good cause (Housing Works).
Heat was the book I was excited to crack on my beyond-wonderful vacation in Northern Michigan, because I remembered reading a profile in the New Yorker Mag, years ago, about Mario Batali, and found it fascinating. The best part of this profile was that the writer, Buford (the former fiction editor at the mag) had apprenticed in Batali's famous kitchen at Babbo (his famous restaurant) and it just stuck in my head.
I was thrilled to find Buford had written a book about his extensive time interning (or externing in culinary lingo) in Batali's kitchen (hitting every station, from lowly prep to pasta and grill). But not only was I rewarded with an interesting behind-the-scenes narrative of what goes on in a three-star kitchen, but also the insight into Batali, such a fascinating guy with an interesting background, and a culinary master and innovator.
Buford also went to Italy (a country I adore and would kill to spend any extensive amount of time in) to learn the ancient art of pasta making, and butchery from a Dante-quoting infamous butcher in Tuscany.
If you are an avid Food Network watcher as I am, or just enjoy reading about food because you can learn so damn much, you should pick up this book. I learned a lot, and felt myself lusting after Buford's ability to spend so much time in Italy over the course of this book, but also for deconstructing the myth of a mythic man and his kitchen.
The next food book on my plate is The Ominvore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan, but I need a little palate cleanse, excuse the pun. I'm going to read The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards first, which is shaping up to be this year's Kite Runner or The Secret Life of Bees.
Enjoy!
So, now begins a new feature where I will discuss good books. I'll start with one I just finished, because it's been far too long since I finished a really good one. I'll go back and discuss some of my old favorites as well, but right now I'd like to discuss Heat by Bill Buford.
I was lucky enough to snag a copy of this book at the New Yorker Magazine's Spring Books Party at Housing Works here in Manhattan. I therefore got the book for half-price, and the proceeds went to a good cause (Housing Works).
Heat was the book I was excited to crack on my beyond-wonderful vacation in Northern Michigan, because I remembered reading a profile in the New Yorker Mag, years ago, about Mario Batali, and found it fascinating. The best part of this profile was that the writer, Buford (the former fiction editor at the mag) had apprenticed in Batali's famous kitchen at Babbo (his famous restaurant) and it just stuck in my head.
I was thrilled to find Buford had written a book about his extensive time interning (or externing in culinary lingo) in Batali's kitchen (hitting every station, from lowly prep to pasta and grill). But not only was I rewarded with an interesting behind-the-scenes narrative of what goes on in a three-star kitchen, but also the insight into Batali, such a fascinating guy with an interesting background, and a culinary master and innovator.
Buford also went to Italy (a country I adore and would kill to spend any extensive amount of time in) to learn the ancient art of pasta making, and butchery from a Dante-quoting infamous butcher in Tuscany.
If you are an avid Food Network watcher as I am, or just enjoy reading about food because you can learn so damn much, you should pick up this book. I learned a lot, and felt myself lusting after Buford's ability to spend so much time in Italy over the course of this book, but also for deconstructing the myth of a mythic man and his kitchen.
The next food book on my plate is The Ominvore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan, but I need a little palate cleanse, excuse the pun. I'm going to read The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards first, which is shaping up to be this year's Kite Runner or The Secret Life of Bees.
Enjoy!
Bring on the triple digits
Oh dear, it's going to be 100 degrees tomorrow. Do you know what happened the last time it was 100 in NYC? The blackout of 2004. Thus insued one of the most enjoyable nights of my life in New York, drinking in the middle of 47th st., hot, sweaty, and so like the other millions of hot stranded New Yorkers that day. To see Billy Joel's "Miami 2017" come to life (" I see the lights go out on Broadway") for a non-scary (ie: 9/11-type reason) was unlike anything I could ever experience again, in the best way possible.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Cool gadget if you don't have access to a campfire
Granted it's still early (and hot and humid again today, although coupled with a decent breeze, unlike the soupy air yesterday) but I'm still wrapping my head around this super-cool gadget. It is totally awesome or totally irrelevant? Must let the coffee sink in and rethink in an hour.
Who needs fire, or even the mess of a microwave, when you can stick a marshmallow in the tines and roast away!
Who needs fire, or even the mess of a microwave, when you can stick a marshmallow in the tines and roast away!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Ken Lay, Good Christian
Whoever the reverand is who did the ceremony, you'd think God would have already struck him down for comparing Ken Lay to Jesus. What an insult to Jesus!
Wowza
This hot, sticky, hazy morning, just as I got off the train at Bleecker St., my usual stop, an interesting sight took my mind off my mile-long walk to my office, in which I would sweat profusely, thanks to the 90% humidity and 80 degree weather.
At the corner of Houston and Broadway, the major intersection of Soho, on a nasty, dirty corner was a man cleaning up around the trashcan that he had just emptied. This was a city worker and not the purpose of my observation, but a key note to it: he was cleaning up the spillage from this nasty overflowing garbage can in the heart of one of the busiest intersections in Manhattan.
Not 2 feet away from him was this dude: He was wearing yellow rubber wading pants (wtf?), and was shirtless and shoeless. He looked blissful to be standing watching the cleaning guy sweep nasty bits of crud and lord knows what into his sweepy can, with liquid dribbling everywhere (coffee, water, juice, bodily fluids, etc.), a mere 2 feet from his bare soles.
No wonder I had a nightmare the other night about being barefoot with my feet encased in crud. I would have to take acid to the soles of my feet to ever feel clean enough after standing on that corner barefoot.
So my question: What do you think he was on?
At the corner of Houston and Broadway, the major intersection of Soho, on a nasty, dirty corner was a man cleaning up around the trashcan that he had just emptied. This was a city worker and not the purpose of my observation, but a key note to it: he was cleaning up the spillage from this nasty overflowing garbage can in the heart of one of the busiest intersections in Manhattan.
Not 2 feet away from him was this dude: He was wearing yellow rubber wading pants (wtf?), and was shirtless and shoeless. He looked blissful to be standing watching the cleaning guy sweep nasty bits of crud and lord knows what into his sweepy can, with liquid dribbling everywhere (coffee, water, juice, bodily fluids, etc.), a mere 2 feet from his bare soles.
No wonder I had a nightmare the other night about being barefoot with my feet encased in crud. I would have to take acid to the soles of my feet to ever feel clean enough after standing on that corner barefoot.
So my question: What do you think he was on?
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