Wednesday, April 28, 2010

DEAR SWEET BAKERY FELLOW.

Thank you for the extra free cookie. You are the definition of sweetness.


Sanchez first took me to this bakery in my hood last summer right before we went to the movies to see, well, 500 Days of Summer. He tried to tell me that they had the best chocolate chip cookies and I was like, "Boyeee, you crazy. You ever tasted the yummification of Momo Milk Bar's cookie extravaganza, yo?"

And he was like, "Yes. I invented Momo. Shut up. Eat this cookie."

So, I did. And, he was right, as he always is. I will never learn. If you like things that are really sweet, this cookie is not for you. I know that may sound silly because cookies are categorized as "sweets" but it isn't a sweet cookie. Okay?! Can you hang?!

It is the right blend of chewy and crisp, the right blend of bitterness and afternoon delight, and, if you're lucky, the guy behind the counter will give you two for the price of one.

And that, my friend, makes for one damn fine cookie.

I'VE GOT A BRAND NEW PAIR OF ROLLERSKATES, YOU'VE GOT A BRAND NEW KNEE.

When asked about her performance in Sex and The City 2, Liza revealed:

“It was so much fun! It’s a wonderful number. We had a blast..It’s rock and roll. Everything is moving! And I just got a whole new knee, so I can promise you everything is moving!"


Sunday, April 25, 2010

SUNDAY SHUFFLE.

It is rain, rain, raining here and I (for once) am glad. I was supposed to be in the studio recording all day, but that fell through because of scheduling, so instead I found myself sleeping in until 10:00am (unheard of) and staying in my pajamas until my 4:00pm trip to the gym.

Even though I was in my jammies, I got A LOT done. I cleaned out my closet, cleaned under my bed, packed away my winter clothes, filled an entire bag with things to give away and mopped, all to the soundtrack of 3 episodes of This American Life and this new wonderful album (I love her). Even though it is exhausting, it feels so good to shed a few figurative pounds and only hold on to what I really need.

Best diet ever: giving away clothes and re-organizing your closet.

Then I dropped off 30lbs. of laundry to my man, Andy, who knows that I don't like fabric softener. Andy rules.

After a day of cleaning, gymming, and running errands, it was time for Supper Club with Wrenndolyn where I made a pretty banging pad thai. I highly recommend this recipe.

Whew.

And that was only Sunday! I haven't even told you about the bottomless mimosa brunch, or the park, or my sister's school's play, or the b*tch fight that happened in front of my apartment Saturday night.

Those stories will have to wait until later this week.

In the meantime, you can watch this:


while I go climb into bed with a book and pass out.


Wednesday, April 21, 2010

WHY DON'T THEY MAKE THINGS LIKE THIS ANYMORE?

This short paper animation cartoon from 1953 was recently rediscovered in the archives of the Library of Congress. I am in love with it. Why don't they make things like this anymore? Instead, kids are watching Miley Cyrus with her butt cheeks hanging out of her jean shorts while she runs around nodding her head like yeah.


Monday, April 19, 2010

A MEMO FROM MY FRIEND.

"Reach for the stars and most likely you'll miss by billions of light years, but at least you'll be soaring through space."

- Josebee

Friday, April 16, 2010

IT'S A SIGN.

Um, check out item number 2. This was on the front page of Yahoo today.

My tweaks are almost totally gone! We're at about a 1.5 today!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

TWEAKER PEEPER.

My left eye has been twitching off and on since Saturday.

*That's right. A picture of the Hoff came up when I image searched "Eye Twitch," so I'm running with it.

I woke up Saturday morning and, as I was lounging there in my sleepy haze, I realized that my left eye was being weird.



*This is what came up when I image searched "Left Eye." Thank God. I still miss her.

I thought perhaps it would go away, so I tried to ignore it and not think about it. The only problem is that it is rather difficult to brush off the freakish, involuntary movements of something that is on your FACE and helps you SEE. I went to Wrenndolyn's delicious brunch in Brooklyn and had to explain to a few new friends that I was not, in fact, a tweaker. They all were very nice and said they didn't even notice (liars). I used the low feelings I was experiencing about my tweaker peeper as an excuse to eat more of Wrenndolyn's homemade french toast thingamabobohmygod and donuts from the best place ever.

The tweaky peepy continued on through Saturday night, eased up a slight amount on Sunday, but was then back on Monday and has been a flutter throughout this week. Yesterday I emailed my mother the following:

"MY LEFT EYE IS STILL KIND OF TWITCHING...THIS HAS BEEN SINCE SATURDAY. AM I DYING?"

My sister told me to look it up online, which I had resisted doing because whenever you look anything up online it tells you that you are going to die in like, 42.5 hours and that your brain is going to explode.

I try to avoid doing that.

My mother responded with,
"If so, you will be the first and in medical journals worldwide. How would you like me to state cause of death in your obit?

If you live for the next few minutes, please read..."
She then posted a link to the Mayo Clinic website that explains how and why tweaker peepers occur. Minus a few, I have been suffering from pretty much all of the symptoms. So, we can relax because I am not dying and my brain is not going to explode (at least, for now). Today I didn't let myself have any coffee, I went to bed last night at 9:30pm (even though I got up at 6:30am) and I am going to hit the hay early again tonight.

On a level of 1-10 (10 being the worst) my Tweaks are at about a 4 today, which is a lot lower from Saturday's all-time high of an 11.5. I thought my eyelid was going to snap off.

Let's get this baby down to a zero by Saturday!

TWEAK OUT!


Wednesday, April 14, 2010

MY VIRTUAL THINGS.


Here are some more things I would like to have for this summer. I am enjoying this little game I've got going on.


Or do I get the orange one??!?!?!





Monday, April 12, 2010

WILL THE TENDY GET TRENDY?

I am very intrigued by this whole idea of turning one of the worst neighborhoods in San Francisco into a tourist attraction. Are there really people from out of town who would want to go hang out in a SRO? I don't think it is fair comparison to the Tenement Museum here in New York...I am still mulling this whole notion over in my mind. I kind of like that the Tenderloin is a sh*tbox, and I mean that in the most loving way possible, but maybe that is because I have never had to live there and I can take it and then leave it? Maybe I am just like a tourist who goes there and judges it and has the freedom to walk away? I don't know! I don't know! I'm just laying it all out on the blog, here! All I care about is that they keep that building with the chairs sticking out of the window!

JUST READ THE ARTICLE AND TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES.



Also, popcorn is very difficult to eat at your desk without flinging some of it accidentally all over the floor or at your computer.

Just FYI for your Monday.

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE THIS GUY.

And, he's 23.

BEHOLD:

Friday, April 9, 2010

IT WAS GLORIOUS.

I forgot to post a picture of the cake that our friend, The Human Golden Retriever, made for our Easter dinner!


It was spectacular and was the perfect end to a perfect meal.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SISTER!

Today is my sister's Birthday!


Looking good!

She is one exceptional human being and I can't even begin to tell you all how much I love her and how happy I am that she was born.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

I REALLY LIKE THIS.

I also love the song, which is available for free download here.


The PEN Story from PENStory on Vimeo.

Friday, April 2, 2010

ALSO: BE HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU'VE GOT.

THAT'S HEAVEN.

I'm feeling pretty darn good today after a 7:30am run in Central Park, complete with a jaunt around the reservoir (could that thing be any prettier?). The sun has come out, the temperature is up, I'm in a dress, and I just had a cup of coffee.

The whole city seems to have a little extra bit of pep due to the long awaited arrival of nice weather, and everyone is chatting and being nice, and smiling. I was sitting on the subway reading as 3 gentlemen boarded the train, mid-conversation. One sat down next to me and I caught the following:

"You know?! Right?! That is my idea of heaven. I don't want to be sitting around on clouds all day, floating there with everything all fluffy. It's like your best memory - your best moments - all combined. That's heaven. Like, your best time of your life right there. For me, it would be the memory of sitting with you guys in that studio. That is when I'm the happiest, so that would be my heaven."

I loved this idea: that heaven is a place where you can relive your happiest moment, the time when you felt the best about LIFE, over and over again. And I loved the simple sweetness of him telling his friends that they made him so happy; that he would want to be able to be with them - be able to retain and relive how good he felt with them - eternally in some capacity.

He then turned and started staring at me and said, "Whoa. I am sorry. It has just been so long since I've seen a woman and her legs because of this damn winter that I don't know what to do with myself!"

*I would like to remind everyone that my dress falls to my knees. I am not rocking something absurd, here.*

I laughed, told him that it was okay, and that I liked his idea of heaven.

"Yeah?! Yeah?! Wouldn't that be great? To just be able to have the best time ever? That is what heaven is!"

I agreed, exited the train, and walked out of the tunnel back into the sun.

Thursday, April 1, 2010