this gothamist post alerted many new yorkers that frank gehry unveiled (no pun intended. you'll see in a sec) his new fucklantic yards plan.
...Gehry named the tallest building the "Miss Brooklyn" after a bride he saw while walking in Brooklyn, saying "She's a bride with her flowing bridal veil--I really overdid it. If you had seen the bride you would--I fell in love with her."
go fuck yourself, frank. and ha! she's already married to someone else.
get a load of this bullshit, though:
We're trying to understand what is Brooklyn, what is the body language of Brooklyn and trying to emulate it without copying it. Copying it would trivialize it.
the body language of brooklyn? first of all someone should revoke your ability to use the english language. you're a twat. second, i'll tell you what the body language of brooklyn is, it's short, and squat, and beefy, and a little sweaty, and ready to beat the EVERLOVING SHIT OUT OF YOU. then he said some rubbish about how people should've protested henry ford. well, hindsight is 20/20, motherfucker. if we'd known then that a nazi sympathizer would essentially be responsible for a goddamn crack addiction to oil, not to mention covering 10% (?) of the nation in roads and parking lots and, oh, global warming, and hell, traffic in general, maybe we would have protested the son of a bitch. but luckily for us, we know you're a twat now, so we can protest you now! i will shove brooklyn's body language up your shiny surfaced ass! i hate you!
12 May 2006
and forward this if any of your friends might be interested
you know how we all (or maybe just people i know) send out those emails: "hey, we're moving, want our stuff?" "i'm getting rid of [thing], who wants it?" "i have an extra ticket to [gig/play] anyone want it?"
where's this one?
"hey, i accidentally got knocked up last month and i'm not so into abortions, so do you or anyone you know want this kid i'm gonna have? you have about 6 months to make the decsion, b/c i want to make sure it has a place to go when it comes out. i just can't have it hanging around the house. i don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but i do have a pretty good idea who the father is, so you've got that. it should be in good running condition, as we're going to the doctor's appointments when they tell us to and i'm pretty healthy. i'm willing to quit smoking and drinking for the duration of the pregnancy if you'll just promise to take it off my uterus after i do the birthing and whatnot. so, i don't know, $5? let me know!"
where's this one?
"hey, i accidentally got knocked up last month and i'm not so into abortions, so do you or anyone you know want this kid i'm gonna have? you have about 6 months to make the decsion, b/c i want to make sure it has a place to go when it comes out. i just can't have it hanging around the house. i don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but i do have a pretty good idea who the father is, so you've got that. it should be in good running condition, as we're going to the doctor's appointments when they tell us to and i'm pretty healthy. i'm willing to quit smoking and drinking for the duration of the pregnancy if you'll just promise to take it off my uterus after i do the birthing and whatnot. so, i don't know, $5? let me know!"
um, hel-fucking-lo!?!?!
glaxosmithklein seem to think that maybe their little pill that's supposed to make you not so depressed might increase suicide attempts in "some young adults" (read: those prone to suicde (most) and already on the drug).
The studies of children and adolescents found mainly evidence of suicidal thinking and agitation. There were no completed suicides reported.
(cause you can't say "successful suicides")
hey, alanis, THIS is ironic.
SIDE EFFECTS: stomach aches, headaches, dry mouth, dizziness, feeling of utter hopelessness.
benefit of the doubt time (because here at bor we look at all sides of the story):
"It's not clear that the drug caused the behavior," she said.
it might just be that all the people they tested were alreadydepressed suicidal.
The studies of children and adolescents found mainly evidence of suicidal thinking and agitation. There were no completed suicides reported.
(cause you can't say "successful suicides")
hey, alanis, THIS is ironic.
SIDE EFFECTS: stomach aches, headaches, dry mouth, dizziness, feeling of utter hopelessness.
benefit of the doubt time (because here at bor we look at all sides of the story):
"It's not clear that the drug caused the behavior," she said.
it might just be that all the people they tested were already
11 May 2006
go internet, go!
this video is of a comedian doing the history of dance, starting with elvis. it's 6 minutes long, and it's fantastic. esp since the dude is actually a really good dancer. props to the inclusion of one of the best dance moves ever, "the sprinkler" and for his interpretation of "tubthumping"
(via boingboing)
see also: the torn mime
boingboing is the latest site to link to the brian eno/david byrne rmiy option. they've given us the freedom to sample, mix and generally fuck with thewhole two songs off the record.
(via boingboing)
see also: the torn mime
boingboing is the latest site to link to the brian eno/david byrne rmiy option. they've given us the freedom to sample, mix and generally fuck with the
the last picture show
i used to live pretty close to the movie theatre on flatbush at 7th ave. it always had kinda shitty movies about a month after their original release date, but i wanted to see something there nonetheless. one day, though, it closed without warning and i added yet one more thing to the list of "things that i just won't ever get to do", like see radiohead play 'let down' live (which it seems they might be doing on this tour, but i couldn't get tickets *sigh*).
anyhoo, curbed says that it's reopened as an american apparel. i can't say i'm sad that an aa is in the 'hood, although it's not much, if at all, closer than the new one on smith street, but i really did want to see a movie in that theatre... :(
anyway, if i make it to broxy's birthday party at soda tonight, perhaps i will be able to give it a once-over.
(rh link via Stereogum)
anyhoo, curbed says that it's reopened as an american apparel. i can't say i'm sad that an aa is in the 'hood, although it's not much, if at all, closer than the new one on smith street, but i really did want to see a movie in that theatre... :(
anyway, if i make it to broxy's birthday party at soda tonight, perhaps i will be able to give it a once-over.
(rh link via Stereogum)
the perfect fruit
i've always said, you don't eat a mango, you make out with it. and clearly indians agree:
How to eat a mango, presented in a three-part mime. She first holds out a cupped hand, in which sits the imaginary glistening orange oval of a whole peeled mango; she then deftly flicks her hand at the wrist to propel the phantom mango against her mouth, which gets busy sucking the flesh down to the seed; finally, outrageously, she deploys the full length of her tongue to lick her arm, elbow to wrist, to recapture an inevitable trickle of invisible mango juice.
it also seems that george II likes mangoes enough to trade them for nuclear technology. i'm not so sure i'm into this one. but mangoes are fucking good.
The Indian wing of DHL even offers a courier service specifically for mangoes, although the United States has long been absent from its list of destinations because of its ban on Indian mangoes. But the ban should soon be lifted as part of a deal struck by President Bush on his March visit to the country, which will also give India easier access to nuclear technology.
How to eat a mango, presented in a three-part mime. She first holds out a cupped hand, in which sits the imaginary glistening orange oval of a whole peeled mango; she then deftly flicks her hand at the wrist to propel the phantom mango against her mouth, which gets busy sucking the flesh down to the seed; finally, outrageously, she deploys the full length of her tongue to lick her arm, elbow to wrist, to recapture an inevitable trickle of invisible mango juice.
it also seems that george II likes mangoes enough to trade them for nuclear technology. i'm not so sure i'm into this one. but mangoes are fucking good.
The Indian wing of DHL even offers a courier service specifically for mangoes, although the United States has long been absent from its list of destinations because of its ban on Indian mangoes. But the ban should soon be lifted as part of a deal struck by President Bush on his March visit to the country, which will also give India easier access to nuclear technology.
10 May 2006
i am the bonb!!!
i sent my mom this flower thingy for mother's day. and because i'm cheap, i had it delivered today for and extra $10 off. mom likes to get the cards and the gifts and whatnot, so i try my best to remember important occasions. usually i forget. but this time i came through, and i was rewarded with this im only moments ago:
moms: I got my Mother's Day Gift. Thanks. I love it... You are the bonb!!!!Love ya!
moms: I got my Mother's Day Gift. Thanks. I love it... You are the bonb!!!!Love ya!
the meeting: episode three
today we instituted the new 2pm meeting time. this is not as good as the 3 pm meeting time, but there is nothing i can do about it.
as i told you last week, we were all about cinnabon for this week'sbribe snack. there is a cinnabon at the citigroup center on lexington. randy randy and i walked over to pick up some warm, delicious, gooey, nice-smelling, finger-adhesing, fantastic cinnabons. for those of you familiar with citicenter, there are big signs telling you what's inside all along the outside of the buidling.
"barnes & noble!", "houston's", "city sports", "cinnabon!", they proclaim joyously, beconing one and all to enter, have his or her bag scanned, and take part in the consumer mardi gras that lies within!
so in we went, randy randy and i both drooling over dirty thoughts about icing. i asked the security guard where the cinnabon was and he cooly said to me, "that's so over". "what?" i said. "but there's a giant sign on the outside of the building trumpeting its existence in here". "that's been gone for YEARS," said he, smiling, "here's STARwich, it used to be right here. scan your bag and come inside, you'll like it in here". "hm," said i and looked at randy randy. "what the hell are we gonna do now?" "there's dunkin' donuts," sr. security offered helpfully. little did he know i'd got munchins for the last meeting and i was NOT the kind of person who shows up with the same snack twice in a row. plus, i really wanted a fucking cinnamon roll.
we left the citicenter and i redirected us to au bon ex-pain-sive (sorry), where we got a cinnamon roll and a apple danish (not so great, but satisfying).
we did, despite only being three today, get something real accomplished at this meeting. perhaps they were a good idea after all!
as i told you last week, we were all about cinnabon for this week's
"barnes & noble!", "houston's", "city sports", "cinnabon!", they proclaim joyously, beconing one and all to enter, have his or her bag scanned, and take part in the consumer mardi gras that lies within!
so in we went, randy randy and i both drooling over dirty thoughts about icing. i asked the security guard where the cinnabon was and he cooly said to me, "that's so over". "what?" i said. "but there's a giant sign on the outside of the building trumpeting its existence in here". "that's been gone for YEARS," said he, smiling, "here's STARwich, it used to be right here. scan your bag and come inside, you'll like it in here". "hm," said i and looked at randy randy. "what the hell are we gonna do now?" "there's dunkin' donuts," sr. security offered helpfully. little did he know i'd got munchins for the last meeting and i was NOT the kind of person who shows up with the same snack twice in a row. plus, i really wanted a fucking cinnamon roll.
we left the citicenter and i redirected us to au bon ex-pain-sive (sorry), where we got a cinnamon roll and a apple danish (not so great, but satisfying).
we did, despite only being three today, get something real accomplished at this meeting. perhaps they were a good idea after all!
Word
how come when i copy something that's 12 pt. courier new in one document and paste it into another document that's 12pt. courier new, it somehow converts to 10pt. courier new? ms word operates outside the rules of logic!
ok, another thing outside the rules of logic is the seriously sweet offerings on aol music this week. not only is the new snow patrol on offer (meh) but you can also hear the new (and last) grandaddy (which you will immediatly want to purchase), the stills, elf power and black heart procession. seriously, i never, ever, EVER thought i'd be listening to bhp on fucking aol. weird. check 'em out!
ok, another thing outside the rules of logic is the seriously sweet offerings on aol music this week. not only is the new snow patrol on offer (meh) but you can also hear the new (and last) grandaddy (which you will immediatly want to purchase), the stills, elf power and black heart procession. seriously, i never, ever, EVER thought i'd be listening to bhp on fucking aol. weird. check 'em out!
09 May 2006
go figure
i just randomly took this test to find out what city i should live in and i was surprisingly surprised when it told me london. fuck. why did i leave? of course, it was like five questions...
| You Belong in London |
 A little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock. A unique woman like you needs a city that offers everything. No wonder you and London will get along so well. |
it's a gas gas gas
clearly i don't drive frequently, but a lot of people out there do, and you should know how to maximise your gas mileage.
turns out you should use that cruise control and you should not let you car idle very long (drive thrus, i'm looking at you!)
(via lifehacker)
also, someone i know did his own little test...
turns out you should use that cruise control and you should not let you car idle very long (drive thrus, i'm looking at you!)
(via lifehacker)
also, someone i know did his own little test...
08 May 2006
guess what? i had an interview today
unfortunately, i sort of, how you say, "forgot all about it" this morning when i was gettting dressed. i'll say i do look fairly presentable, oxford and black trousers, but had i remembered the hair would have been slightly more shevled and i might have opted for earrings, maybe some mascara...
it went OK, but that moment on the subway this morning when i remembered...not my favorite way to start the day.
it went OK, but that moment on the subway this morning when i remembered...not my favorite way to start the day.
we interrupt this post
i've been ever-so-slowly writing a riveting post about what i did friday night, but this news is simply too important to wait:
people in the lunchroom are outraged that the NYTimes stopped its television booklet in the weekend paper.
i noticed the note this morning that said something to the effect of: 'we're not wasting money making you a free tv guide anymore. we'll print your daily tv listings in the daily paper, but if you need to sit down and circle stuff to watch, you're SOL here'. of course, this had little if any bearing on me as i was just wondering a couple weeks ago why they still print one -- you can look shit up on the internet. from work.
why waste valuable time at home doing something when you can do it on the job?
people in the lunchroom are outraged that the NYTimes stopped its television booklet in the weekend paper.
i noticed the note this morning that said something to the effect of: 'we're not wasting money making you a free tv guide anymore. we'll print your daily tv listings in the daily paper, but if you need to sit down and circle stuff to watch, you're SOL here'. of course, this had little if any bearing on me as i was just wondering a couple weeks ago why they still print one -- you can look shit up on the internet. from work.
why waste valuable time at home doing something when you can do it on the job?
the books love bocce too!
it's been quite a number of years since i actively celebrated cinco de mayo. growing up in atlanta it was a pretty big deal. frankie's at the prado would have a huge party in the parking lot that was notoriously lenient on underage drinkers, although this never held much appeal to me. the point is, in atlanta, everyone does mexican food on cinco de mayo and that's just that.
this year i reinstituted this tradition by meeting up with xx and the teacher contingency at paquitos in the east village. it was crowded and the bar was so backed up some people waited upwards of 45 minutes for margaritas (somehow my own, a delicious mango margarita, arrived within 15, joyful!). we heard the table behind us bitching about waiting 1.5 hours for their food, which probably sucked for them. xx and i both got some sort of diet taco (it was the cheapest thing on the menu) but as far as i could tell the only thing diet about it was the lack of cheese. guacamole, for instance, OK for diet taco. sour cream? check. rice? sure! but cheese? you get out of here cheese. it came on a whole wheat tortilla, so i guess that makes it diet, too.
we went over and met the jensenator and meyers at 122 and we l-trained to wburg.
here's where i tell you i'm not very smart. i've been to galapagos about seven times. i've walked all around williamsburg three or four times. never did i realize that northsix is like right next to galapagos.
anyway, i like northsix ok, but i won't be running back. it's hot and it's in williamsburg. and pbrs are $4.
the opener was a violinist with some electro-backup. not bad, but nothing i'd ever think of listening to again. he did have some really cool footage of the subway crossing the brooklyn bridge back in the day. i had no idea it even used to do that...
anyway, the books were, yet again, very enjoyable. there was a very long involved story about someone spilling salsa on his brand new jeans and someone else getting cassette tapes thrown at his "hairdo". i was also pleased to see shots of bocce and shots of ducks from under the water (again affirming my reincarnation plans) as part of the visuals.
speaking of bocce, i spent this entire weekend at floyd. ok, not really. but saturday xx and i watched the ky derby there with coach d'ball and bonnaroo. they were selling $5 bets where you pick a piece of paper out of a cup and that tells you who you've bet on. i like this better than actually betting. i still lost. (damn you, keyed entry.)
after 1 ben & jerry's 'mango & more' smoothie (which, btw, tasted suspiciously like strawberry and banana), which i'd had the bartender doctor with a shot of rum; and three buckets of some of the nastiest beer ever (piels? schmitz? we were fighting over the pbr and miller hi life), bonnaroo took one sip and said "tastes like college", i took one sip and said "tastes like yesterday"; xx and i took on bonnaroo and coach dodgeball in a friendly bocce match. we lost, but barely.
i had nothing left and we bussed it home at about 930.
which means floyd and i spent a full 14 hours apart. the maj, xx and i returned sunday morning for the first round of bocce finals. the schwartz, coach dball and bonnaroo were there for a rousing victory. as coach dball said, "it was as if the other team didn't show up at all". but a win is a win. and we live to bocce another day.
the rest of the day was spent wandering around smith/court street. despite my saying to xx "let's remember to not go to the Yacht club after bocce", bonnaroo, coach dball, xx and i swung by at 1 only to find it wasn't open yet. luckily, we stumbled upon a street fair which easily killed 50 minutes, at which point we returned to the gyc and hung out there for the bulk of the afternoon.
this year i reinstituted this tradition by meeting up with xx and the teacher contingency at paquitos in the east village. it was crowded and the bar was so backed up some people waited upwards of 45 minutes for margaritas (somehow my own, a delicious mango margarita, arrived within 15, joyful!). we heard the table behind us bitching about waiting 1.5 hours for their food, which probably sucked for them. xx and i both got some sort of diet taco (it was the cheapest thing on the menu) but as far as i could tell the only thing diet about it was the lack of cheese. guacamole, for instance, OK for diet taco. sour cream? check. rice? sure! but cheese? you get out of here cheese. it came on a whole wheat tortilla, so i guess that makes it diet, too.
we went over and met the jensenator and meyers at 122 and we l-trained to wburg.
here's where i tell you i'm not very smart. i've been to galapagos about seven times. i've walked all around williamsburg three or four times. never did i realize that northsix is like right next to galapagos.
anyway, i like northsix ok, but i won't be running back. it's hot and it's in williamsburg. and pbrs are $4.
the opener was a violinist with some electro-backup. not bad, but nothing i'd ever think of listening to again. he did have some really cool footage of the subway crossing the brooklyn bridge back in the day. i had no idea it even used to do that...anyway, the books were, yet again, very enjoyable. there was a very long involved story about someone spilling salsa on his brand new jeans and someone else getting cassette tapes thrown at his "hairdo". i was also pleased to see shots of bocce and shots of ducks from under the water (again affirming my reincarnation plans) as part of the visuals.
speaking of bocce, i spent this entire weekend at floyd. ok, not really. but saturday xx and i watched the ky derby there with coach d'ball and bonnaroo. they were selling $5 bets where you pick a piece of paper out of a cup and that tells you who you've bet on. i like this better than actually betting. i still lost. (damn you, keyed entry.)
after 1 ben & jerry's 'mango & more' smoothie (which, btw, tasted suspiciously like strawberry and banana), which i'd had the bartender doctor with a shot of rum; and three buckets of some of the nastiest beer ever (piels? schmitz? we were fighting over the pbr and miller hi life), bonnaroo took one sip and said "tastes like college", i took one sip and said "tastes like yesterday"; xx and i took on bonnaroo and coach dodgeball in a friendly bocce match. we lost, but barely.
i had nothing left and we bussed it home at about 930.
which means floyd and i spent a full 14 hours apart. the maj, xx and i returned sunday morning for the first round of bocce finals. the schwartz, coach dball and bonnaroo were there for a rousing victory. as coach dball said, "it was as if the other team didn't show up at all". but a win is a win. and we live to bocce another day.
the rest of the day was spent wandering around smith/court street. despite my saying to xx "let's remember to not go to the Yacht club after bocce", bonnaroo, coach dball, xx and i swung by at 1 only to find it wasn't open yet. luckily, we stumbled upon a street fair which easily killed 50 minutes, at which point we returned to the gyc and hung out there for the bulk of the afternoon.
jensenator got the dodgeball -- now that i think more about it, the d'ball's sort of like that giant batman light that says "I'm drinking, come join me!" xx and i remet up with the maj at his place for a bbq.
xx and i had managed to convince a caterer to sell us one of his decorative bottles of mae ploy, and we decided to try it with everything. verdict: mae ploy can be put on hot dogs, veggie dogs, potato salad, upstairs lady curry and meat rolls.
jensenator set to work grilling up some steaks, but i held off since they had been partially open for over a week and were looking a little gray... i hope he survived.
finally: awesome west wing, crappy grey's anatomy.
tell me, why can't every day be sunday?
05 May 2006
tom, tom, tom, why do you hurt me so?
lucy just myspaced me and since i responded immediately and found her still online i clicked the "chat" option and was granted the following chilling message:
The IM is busted. It's not working. It is going to take a few weeks to fix. I will post an announcement when its fixed. -Tom
it's fixed, tom IT'S. WHY?! you got it right in the second sentence!
The IM is busted. It's not working. It is going to take a few weeks to fix. I will post an announcement when its fixed. -Tom
it's fixed, tom IT'S. WHY?! you got it right in the second sentence!
i've been hangin' 'round this barroom, i can wait
after a quick drink with snoop majjy maj at the delancey, lucy met up with me and we headed over to bowery ballroom for Hem (ms) and Josh Ritter (ms). obviously we are thrilled to return to bowery ballroom. (which i will miss once again because of that brilliant relocation of the upcoming national show to, you guessed it, webster fucking hall.)
so i've been a little obsessed with the hem song "dance with me, now darling" (you kinda have to jiggle the handle on this link, but it does work) since old west river put it on the super fantastic birthday 'porch music' mix, and i've been listenting to "rabbit songs" and "eveningland" quite a bit lately. dance with me is for sure one of the shining stars of eveningland, and rabbit songs isn't quite as likeable for me, so i wasn't really certain what kind of show to expect from these guys, but they did nothing but impress.
sally's voice is strong, clear and vulnerable, and the 7 other cats onstage created such an overwhelmingly full sound it was like a wind blowing at you. a pleasant, refreshing wind. or maybe that was the aircon. they did not play "dance with me" which made me sad, but they did cover "rainy night in georgia" which is a surefire way to win me back. they are far better live then their albums would ever let you imagine. long live alt-country (how come no-one calls it 'alt-cunt"?)
josh ritter, on the other hand, was not what i was hoping for. "girl in the war" is a plucky, upbeat (at least tunewise) little ditty that makes it fun to walk down the street. i knew he'd open with it, but i didn't know he was gonna turn it into a dirge. whatever. he lost me at "peter said to paul". lucy and i paid vague attention for about 5 more songs, first upstairs where we couldn't see, then on the stairs until we got kicked off and finally downstairs where we couldn't see. we left before he finished his set. still, i am a big fan of The Animal Years.
west river is going to tonight's show, so if he gets 'dance with me' i get to beat him up.
i am headed, once again and for the first time, to see the books at northsix.
so i've been a little obsessed with the hem song "dance with me, now darling" (you kinda have to jiggle the handle on this link, but it does work) since old west river put it on the super fantastic birthday 'porch music' mix, and i've been listenting to "rabbit songs" and "eveningland" quite a bit lately. dance with me is for sure one of the shining stars of eveningland, and rabbit songs isn't quite as likeable for me, so i wasn't really certain what kind of show to expect from these guys, but they did nothing but impress.
sally's voice is strong, clear and vulnerable, and the 7 other cats onstage created such an overwhelmingly full sound it was like a wind blowing at you. a pleasant, refreshing wind. or maybe that was the aircon. they did not play "dance with me" which made me sad, but they did cover "rainy night in georgia" which is a surefire way to win me back. they are far better live then their albums would ever let you imagine. long live alt-country (how come no-one calls it 'alt-cunt"?)
josh ritter, on the other hand, was not what i was hoping for. "girl in the war" is a plucky, upbeat (at least tunewise) little ditty that makes it fun to walk down the street. i knew he'd open with it, but i didn't know he was gonna turn it into a dirge. whatever. he lost me at "peter said to paul". lucy and i paid vague attention for about 5 more songs, first upstairs where we couldn't see, then on the stairs until we got kicked off and finally downstairs where we couldn't see. we left before he finished his set. still, i am a big fan of The Animal Years.
west river is going to tonight's show, so if he gets 'dance with me' i get to beat him up.
i am headed, once again and for the first time, to see the books at northsix.
the real tragedy here is there's no daily show tonight
Patrick Kennedy. daddy must be so proud.
Representative Patrick J. Kennedy crashed his car into a traffic barrier on Capitol Hill in the early morning hours on Thursday. He said he was apparently disoriented because he had been taking Ambien, the sleeping pill, and another medication.
when did vodka get categorized as "medication"? j/k!! haha
Representative Patrick J. Kennedy crashed his car into a traffic barrier on Capitol Hill in the early morning hours on Thursday. He said he was apparently disoriented because he had been taking Ambien, the sleeping pill, and another medication.
when did vodka get categorized as "medication"? j/k!! haha
04 May 2006
cherry blossoms, fried clams, apple turnovers
sunday guillaume and i'd decided to get a zip car and drive to city island. saturday guillaume called and told me the exciting news that we had a convertible mini! hooray!
xx and i were really not feeling into the gym sunday morning, so instead we walked over to the brooklyn botanic garden for the cherry blossom festival. in a word: crowded. we were there at like 1130 and there were people everywhere. the whole blossoms thing was really
nice...petals floating on the wind and such, but the crowds destroyed any sense of tranquility the bbg originally set out to create.
xx and i immediately set out for the food tent, because as we all know, this is the most important thing about festivals, street fairs, etc. we joyously noted the presence of beer, and sorrowfully realized that we both had to leave to get to other stuff and would therefore not have time to indulge. then we wondered why so few people were drinking beer. after all, it was in the high 60s, sunny, and there was beer available. it wasn't until, oh, monday or tuesday night that i realized perhaps the reason people weren't drinking massive quanitities of beer was that it was, in fact, 1130 in the morning. whatever.
guillaume picked me up and we raced up the bqe to the bronx. city island is supposed to be this quaint little fishing village in the middle of the bronx, so it wasn't much of a surprise when it turned out to be a quaint little fishing village in the middle of the bronx. i saw a place called the "black whale" that looked good for brunch, but the smell of fried everything wafting out of sammy's fish box erased all thoughts of eating anywhere else. sammy's is a lot like the places in coney island, specifically it's like nathan's, but with mostly seafood. they have tons of seafood--clams, oysters, fish, lobster, crab, etc., prepared in various ways. plus corn on the cob, coleslaw, fries (not v. good) and lots of fruity drinks that looked like fun (non-alcoholic). oh, and beer. yeah.
guillaume and i split an order of fantastically fried clams, which we ate outside in the outdoor dinning room. picnic benches and lots of other people. they have wires above the whole thing which guillaume decided was for keeping away birds. especially since there were gazillions of seagulls all around, but they never came into the dining area. i think he was right.
after that, we hopped back in the mini and drove around some of the island. it's pretty small, and full of dead ends, so although it's a pain in the ass to get to without a car, it's probably more fun to explore on foot, but what do i know. it's pretty damn fun from a convertible mini, too. the houses are old. it sorta looks like a super crowded version of martha's vineyard...
we were almost out of the island when we both spotted the bakery: sugar & spice...home of the BEST apple turnover i've ever had. if you're one of those people who knows that americans are apparently incapable of making a croissant the right way, it's worth your time & effort to get to this place. they do it right. i'm pretty sure there was a pound of butter in there. the filling was very clearly homemade, too, but not too undercooked as can be the case. oh, god. delish!
so, get yourself a zipcar, or a friend's car, or take the subway/bus combination to city island. here's a list of restaurants.
after that, we buzzed around orchard beach, which is seriously unnerving. guillaume and i kept saying to each other, "we're in the bronx, dude". cause you wouldn't know to look at it. we went on a mini hike and saw lots of dudes (and some dudettes) fishing.
all in all, it was sort of an idiotically springy day. especially since i followed it all up at jensenator's bbq.
xx and i were really not feeling into the gym sunday morning, so instead we walked over to the brooklyn botanic garden for the cherry blossom festival. in a word: crowded. we were there at like 1130 and there were people everywhere. the whole blossoms thing was really
nice...petals floating on the wind and such, but the crowds destroyed any sense of tranquility the bbg originally set out to create.xx and i immediately set out for the food tent, because as we all know, this is the most important thing about festivals, street fairs, etc. we joyously noted the presence of beer, and sorrowfully realized that we both had to leave to get to other stuff and would therefore not have time to indulge. then we wondered why so few people were drinking beer. after all, it was in the high 60s, sunny, and there was beer available. it wasn't until, oh, monday or tuesday night that i realized perhaps the reason people weren't drinking massive quanitities of beer was that it was, in fact, 1130 in the morning. whatever.
guillaume picked me up and we raced up the bqe to the bronx. city island is supposed to be this quaint little fishing village in the middle of the bronx, so it wasn't much of a surprise when it turned out to be a quaint little fishing village in the middle of the bronx. i saw a place called the "black whale" that looked good for brunch, but the smell of fried everything wafting out of sammy's fish box erased all thoughts of eating anywhere else. sammy's is a lot like the places in coney island, specifically it's like nathan's, but with mostly seafood. they have tons of seafood--clams, oysters, fish, lobster, crab, etc., prepared in various ways. plus corn on the cob, coleslaw, fries (not v. good) and lots of fruity drinks that looked like fun (non-alcoholic). oh, and beer. yeah.
guillaume and i split an order of fantastically fried clams, which we ate outside in the outdoor dinning room. picnic benches and lots of other people. they have wires above the whole thing which guillaume decided was for keeping away birds. especially since there were gazillions of seagulls all around, but they never came into the dining area. i think he was right.after that, we hopped back in the mini and drove around some of the island. it's pretty small, and full of dead ends, so although it's a pain in the ass to get to without a car, it's probably more fun to explore on foot, but what do i know. it's pretty damn fun from a convertible mini, too. the houses are old. it sorta looks like a super crowded version of martha's vineyard...
we were almost out of the island when we both spotted the bakery: sugar & spice...home of the BEST apple turnover i've ever had. if you're one of those people who knows that americans are apparently incapable of making a croissant the right way, it's worth your time & effort to get to this place. they do it right. i'm pretty sure there was a pound of butter in there. the filling was very clearly homemade, too, but not too undercooked as can be the case. oh, god. delish!
so, get yourself a zipcar, or a friend's car, or take the subway/bus combination to city island. here's a list of restaurants.
after that, we buzzed around orchard beach, which is seriously unnerving. guillaume and i kept saying to each other, "we're in the bronx, dude". cause you wouldn't know to look at it. we went on a mini hike and saw lots of dudes (and some dudettes) fishing.
all in all, it was sort of an idiotically springy day. especially since i followed it all up at jensenator's bbq.
all your summer songs
fresh off the lily from yesterday, jerry's got a real nice mix of tunes. you can hear most of them (out of order but all at once) here.
the standout here is surely the stills' "oh shoplifter". lester gave me "retour a vega" a while ago and i love love loved it, but nothing else i heard of theirs really piqued my interest. until now. for those of you in the 79degree city of new york, this is just the song to get you riled up for your afternoon cocktails. i know i'm running downtown to hit a roofdeck come 530---or maybe 515...
also, check out the sam champion mp3s on jerry or hype machine. these guys loooooved pavement. oh, lord. any song with a chorus of "and i'm too broke to go and get drunk" has won me over. that jerry really knows what he's doing.
the standout here is surely the stills' "oh shoplifter". lester gave me "retour a vega" a while ago and i love love loved it, but nothing else i heard of theirs really piqued my interest. until now. for those of you in the 79degree city of new york, this is just the song to get you riled up for your afternoon cocktails. i know i'm running downtown to hit a roofdeck come 530---or maybe 515...
also, check out the sam champion mp3s on jerry or hype machine. these guys loooooved pavement. oh, lord. any song with a chorus of "and i'm too broke to go and get drunk" has won me over. that jerry really knows what he's doing.
03 May 2006
meeting #2
clocked in at just over 45 minutes.
munchkins were served.
something was actually accomplished!
next week: cinnabon! (it just became clear to me that i'm actually baiting myself to these meetings with food)
i know some of you out there are upset about my lack of artistry of late, but believe it or not, i do have some work to do these days. anyway, stay tuned for the riveting story of last sunday's visits to the cherry blossom festival and city island and monday's adventure at LQ and soda.
for now, via jerry (which was via heartonastick, which was in turn via TMFTML), i bring you lily. i've always been fond of the name lily, but it turns out this one can make the kind of tunes that make you want to drink outside...as if you need any convincing.
cheryl tweedy
knock em out
LDN
LDN, for various reasons, is my favorite. reminds me of everyone spilling out onto the pavements outside of pubs after work. *sigh*
also, stereogum has the mp3 for the zero 7/jose gonzales track "futures" KEXP have been playing this a lot, and i really like it. for more, hype machine zero 7. it seems like jose's been spending a lot of time with them, and it's a great combination.
munchkins were served.
something was actually accomplished!
next week: cinnabon! (it just became clear to me that i'm actually baiting myself to these meetings with food)
i know some of you out there are upset about my lack of artistry of late, but believe it or not, i do have some work to do these days. anyway, stay tuned for the riveting story of last sunday's visits to the cherry blossom festival and city island and monday's adventure at LQ and soda.
for now, via jerry (which was via heartonastick, which was in turn via TMFTML), i bring you lily. i've always been fond of the name lily, but it turns out this one can make the kind of tunes that make you want to drink outside...as if you need any convincing.
cheryl tweedy
knock em out
LDN
LDN, for various reasons, is my favorite. reminds me of everyone spilling out onto the pavements outside of pubs after work. *sigh*
also, stereogum has the mp3 for the zero 7/jose gonzales track "futures" KEXP have been playing this a lot, and i really like it. for more, hype machine zero 7. it seems like jose's been spending a lot of time with them, and it's a great combination.
01 May 2006
how it comes to pass that i, wild cherry sara, hater of all things applebees, end up at an applebees
friday night's plan:
meet xx at mj's on the way home.
eat.
get some drinks.
go to southpaw for John Vanderslice show *swoon*. (here's a video for 'trance manual'. i don't get it.)
take subway to battery park regal cinema for 1159pm showing of "air guitar nation".
friday night:
met xx at mj's
wandered aimlessly through east village wondering if we should grab a drink at lunasa or food at chickpea or just go back to park slope.
arrived park slope.
wandered aimlessly through park slope trying to decide where to eat.
ate.
realized maybe we should get to southpaw cause it's 9.
see 1.5 opening bands (page france, who i really enjoyed, somewhere near band of horses/the long winters/b&s; and some other band that sucked)
left before JV went on stage at 11, because we'd never make it otherwise (originally, doors had been listed, at least in my head, at 7. in reality, however, doors were at 8, meaning that although i forgot i had tickets to JV when i originally decided to go to AGN, when i remembered and decided i could easily make it to both, i was wrong.)
took a cab to le cite because i remembered courtlandt street was closed and could no longer be arsed.
arrived BPC 1045, noted 1130 line-up time (tribeca film festival stylee), noted need/time for beer.
noted severe lack of drinking establishments.
noted existence of applebees neighborhood grill & bar.
noted frustration.
entered applebees.
drank at applebees.
looked around applebees.
wondered what the hell kind of people actually enjoy going to and dining/drinking at applebees.
repeated the phrase "what the fuck are we doing at applebees? why does this place even exist?"
1140: called jonny 5.
jonny 5 was asleep, and clearly not going to make it to the city in time
1143: called the jensenator, who was at work. told him in no uncertain terms to leave now, because i didn't want to miss the movie waiting outside for his ass.
luckily someone agreed to hold jensenator's ticket for him and i went inside. he didn't show up until after the movie started and we didn't see him until after it ended. turned out he was sitting next to anthony rapp.
lamented coming home at 245am and being sober.
zzzzzz.
meet xx at mj's on the way home.
eat.
get some drinks.
go to southpaw for John Vanderslice show *swoon*. (here's a video for 'trance manual'. i don't get it.)
take subway to battery park regal cinema for 1159pm showing of "air guitar nation".
friday night:
met xx at mj's
wandered aimlessly through east village wondering if we should grab a drink at lunasa or food at chickpea or just go back to park slope.
arrived park slope.
wandered aimlessly through park slope trying to decide where to eat.
ate.
realized maybe we should get to southpaw cause it's 9.
see 1.5 opening bands (page france, who i really enjoyed, somewhere near band of horses/the long winters/b&s; and some other band that sucked)
left before JV went on stage at 11, because we'd never make it otherwise (originally, doors had been listed, at least in my head, at 7. in reality, however, doors were at 8, meaning that although i forgot i had tickets to JV when i originally decided to go to AGN, when i remembered and decided i could easily make it to both, i was wrong.)
took a cab to le cite because i remembered courtlandt street was closed and could no longer be arsed.
arrived BPC 1045, noted 1130 line-up time (tribeca film festival stylee), noted need/time for beer.
noted severe lack of drinking establishments.
noted existence of applebees neighborhood grill & bar.
noted frustration.
entered applebees.
drank at applebees.
looked around applebees.
wondered what the hell kind of people actually enjoy going to and dining/drinking at applebees.
repeated the phrase "what the fuck are we doing at applebees? why does this place even exist?"
1140: called jonny 5.
jonny 5 was asleep, and clearly not going to make it to the city in time
1143: called the jensenator, who was at work. told him in no uncertain terms to leave now, because i didn't want to miss the movie waiting outside for his ass.
luckily someone agreed to hold jensenator's ticket for him and i went inside. he didn't show up until after the movie started and we didn't see him until after it ended. turned out he was sitting next to anthony rapp.
lamented coming home at 245am and being sober.
zzzzzz.
a to the motherfucking k, homeboy
wow, haven't thought of that song in a WHILE...
i am proud to announce the birth of a new baby blog: alexandkaren. they like a lot of the same stuff i do: eating, drinking, brooklyn, making fun of stupid things, ice cream. i urge you to visit them.
welcome to the blogosphere, homies!
i am proud to announce the birth of a new baby blog: alexandkaren. they like a lot of the same stuff i do: eating, drinking, brooklyn, making fun of stupid things, ice cream. i urge you to visit them.
welcome to the blogosphere, homies!
28 April 2006
feeble attempt at a movie review in which i say very little of substance
last night the chromosomes and i watched "Happy Endings". it was part of our "super uplifting netflix bonanza", which included "monster" and "hotel rwanda".
xx asked what the movie was about and i told her it's "one of those movies where everyone talks a lot and there's lots of little stories that all come together". at least, that's what i'd assumed from the trailer. i'm not entirely sure what made me put it on the queue, aside from i like movies where people talk a lot and i have a passing acquaintance with jason ritter. turns out that dude from "bring it on" and "the west wing" is in it, along with tom arnold, lisa kudrow and maggie gyllenhaal, who is not a very good singer and has totally weird boobs. sorry, mags.
anyway, it's a pretty serious movie, when you get down to brass tacks. in the beginning it warns you that no-one dies on screen, "this is a comedy, sort of." and that's exactly what it sort of is. the whole movie is the joke, though. i was the only one who stayed up to watch what the hell happened to all these people, but i was pretty amused and satisfied with the clever little bow they tied around everything. it's far too complicated to try to explain, and it wasn't really all that good. it did, however, feature more calexico and black heart procession than probably any other movie out there...and that's worth something.
According to blogger, you can only have one "chromosome", you can't have any "boobs" and you can't live in "calexico".
xx asked what the movie was about and i told her it's "one of those movies where everyone talks a lot and there's lots of little stories that all come together". at least, that's what i'd assumed from the trailer. i'm not entirely sure what made me put it on the queue, aside from i like movies where people talk a lot and i have a passing acquaintance with jason ritter. turns out that dude from "bring it on" and "the west wing" is in it, along with tom arnold, lisa kudrow and maggie gyllenhaal, who is not a very good singer and has totally weird boobs. sorry, mags.
anyway, it's a pretty serious movie, when you get down to brass tacks. in the beginning it warns you that no-one dies on screen, "this is a comedy, sort of." and that's exactly what it sort of is. the whole movie is the joke, though. i was the only one who stayed up to watch what the hell happened to all these people, but i was pretty amused and satisfied with the clever little bow they tied around everything. it's far too complicated to try to explain, and it wasn't really all that good. it did, however, feature more calexico and black heart procession than probably any other movie out there...and that's worth something.
According to blogger, you can only have one "chromosome", you can't have any "boobs" and you can't live in "calexico".
a quick interactive post
1. read this part of the MTA's weekly advisory notice:
G
No trains between 71-Continental Avs and Court Sq
8:30 PM Fri to 5 AM Mon, Apr 28 - May 1 and May 5 - 8
Specifically, this part:
Manhattan-bound trains run express from 71-Continental to Roosevelt Avs
12:01 AM Sun to 5 AM Mon, May 7 - 8
2. click on this link and look at the subway map.
3. explain to me which exactly is a MANHATTAN-BOUND G train...??? and if there are NO trains from 71-continental and court sq, how can those trains run EXPRESS???
???
Safety reminder of the week: Hold On! 75% of customer accidents happen on subway stairs and escalators. and when i walk straight into you because you refuse to move out of my way when i get off the fucking train.
G
No trains between 71-Continental Avs and Court Sq
8:30 PM Fri to 5 AM Mon, Apr 28 - May 1 and May 5 - 8
Specifically, this part:
Manhattan-bound trains run express from 71-Continental to Roosevelt Avs
12:01 AM Sun to 5 AM Mon, May 7 - 8
2. click on this link and look at the subway map.
3. explain to me which exactly is a MANHATTAN-BOUND G train...??? and if there are NO trains from 71-continental and court sq, how can those trains run EXPRESS???
???
Safety reminder of the week: Hold On! 75% of customer accidents happen on subway stairs and escalators. and when i walk straight into you because you refuse to move out of my way when i get off the fucking train.
27 April 2006
tim canterbury. canterbury tales. chaucer. shakespeare
somewhere out there is the craziest person in the whole wide world.
i'm not saying it's definitely this guy, but...
he is blogging as Geoffrey Chaucer. check out the one where his sone taketh overe.
hahah, blogge.
i'm not saying it's definitely this guy, but...
he is blogging as Geoffrey Chaucer. check out the one where his sone taketh overe.
hahah, blogge.
prolonging the agony
ok, so it's totally not earth day anymore. and i totally missed earth day whenever it was. (where were you, google homepage?)
here's an oudated post from endgadget telling you how to dipspose of various electronics. ok, phones and computers...still, it's nice to know that you don't have to just leave them on the street hoping someone in your 'hood will want your crapped out box.
maybe if we all do this the earth will survive a few minutes longer...
here's an oudated post from endgadget telling you how to dipspose of various electronics. ok, phones and computers...still, it's nice to know that you don't have to just leave them on the street hoping someone in your 'hood will want your crapped out box.
maybe if we all do this the earth will survive a few minutes longer...
26 April 2006
meeting in the aisle
the maj is always running off to meetings when i call her and bitch all day long. this makes me jealous. my job requires no meetings. yesterday i sent out this email:
I've long been saying we need more meetings here in the Legal department, so now here we go.
Henceforth, every Wednesday we shall gather together in the small back conference room for a brief chat about the status list. This will ensure that it is kept up to date. This will also be a good time to discuss who is covering what and for whom. .... It will also be a good time to build our friendly bonds.
I'll see what I can do about some refreshments.
First meeting will be tomorrow, April 26 at 3pm. (Please let me know if that doesn't work for you)
and today we had that meeting. i brought a cupcake (there were only three of us), part of which ended up smeared all over the inside of my bag due to poorly constructed cupcake transportation methods. and i brought a list of things to discuss and ideas to make life better for the legal peeps.
i've long imagined meetings to be similiar to college seminar classes: i sit in the back and think rude and obnoxious thoughts and barely pay attention to what's actually going on, coming up with idiotic suggestions on the fly if someone should happen to notice that i am, in fact, in the room and might need to participate now and again.
this time, though, it turned out that i was sort of in charge of the meeting. which felt weird since my boss was there, and i was sort of telling him what to do. awk-ward! plus, i really didn't come very prepared.
conclusion: meetings suck.
I've long been saying we need more meetings here in the Legal department, so now here we go.
Henceforth, every Wednesday we shall gather together in the small back conference room for a brief chat about the status list. This will ensure that it is kept up to date. This will also be a good time to discuss who is covering what and for whom. .... It will also be a good time to build our friendly bonds.
I'll see what I can do about some refreshments.
First meeting will be tomorrow, April 26 at 3pm. (Please let me know if that doesn't work for you)
and today we had that meeting. i brought a cupcake (there were only three of us), part of which ended up smeared all over the inside of my bag due to poorly constructed cupcake transportation methods. and i brought a list of things to discuss and ideas to make life better for the legal peeps.
i've long imagined meetings to be similiar to college seminar classes: i sit in the back and think rude and obnoxious thoughts and barely pay attention to what's actually going on, coming up with idiotic suggestions on the fly if someone should happen to notice that i am, in fact, in the room and might need to participate now and again.
this time, though, it turned out that i was sort of in charge of the meeting. which felt weird since my boss was there, and i was sort of telling him what to do. awk-ward! plus, i really didn't come very prepared.
conclusion: meetings suck.
williamsburgh borders building
so those of you who would give a damn probably already know that they're turning the soon-to-be-formerly-the-tallest-building-in-brooklyn into residences, but it seems (according to g'mist) borders bookstore will be moving into the ground floor. where the bank is. so there will no longer be a bank there. in the williamsburgh savings bank building. cool.
this is a good time to complain about all those buildings going up on fourth avenue that now block my view (from the gym, at least) of the empire state and chrysler buildings. thanks, guys! pick two of the nicest things i can see from the gym (thankfully distracting me from the sweaty dude in front of me or that super thin girl over there) and, i don't know, build some fucking ugly ass buildings blocking my view of them. you're the best! when's that nets stuff happening? i'm so ready for that!
further, what the hell is coming in on the corner of 5th and 14th? it looks like a bloody hotel or something. and who decided to paint it that weird yellow color? i still wanna go in there and see what the apts are all about. and something tells me that retail space is already affianced to a chain store. frankly, i'd rather have dee & dee back. it sure as shit ain't gonna be another bar, which is really the only useful thing they could put there.
and speaking of chain stores, the former salvation army, which is currently a giant hole surrounded by plywood and ads for someone's new album, is rumored to eventually become a gap kids. at which point i will move out of new york. it's all been downhill since my local hardware store closed and re-opened as the world's shittiest bagel retailer. god, those things are awful.
this is a good time to complain about all those buildings going up on fourth avenue that now block my view (from the gym, at least) of the empire state and chrysler buildings. thanks, guys! pick two of the nicest things i can see from the gym (thankfully distracting me from the sweaty dude in front of me or that super thin girl over there) and, i don't know, build some fucking ugly ass buildings blocking my view of them. you're the best! when's that nets stuff happening? i'm so ready for that!
further, what the hell is coming in on the corner of 5th and 14th? it looks like a bloody hotel or something. and who decided to paint it that weird yellow color? i still wanna go in there and see what the apts are all about. and something tells me that retail space is already affianced to a chain store. frankly, i'd rather have dee & dee back. it sure as shit ain't gonna be another bar, which is really the only useful thing they could put there.
and speaking of chain stores, the former salvation army, which is currently a giant hole surrounded by plywood and ads for someone's new album, is rumored to eventually become a gap kids. at which point i will move out of new york. it's all been downhill since my local hardware store closed and re-opened as the world's shittiest bagel retailer. god, those things are awful.
25 April 2006
this is not fucking cute
bookmark this page right now.
you know what's great about the internet? it's totally out of control. OK, mostly out of control. anything and everything is anywhere and everywhere. i can write this stupid blog and you can read it. you can also download porn.
and no one stops us. we have various search engines to help us find where we want to go, or wikipedia and dictionary.com to find out what happened on our birthdays and whether or not i spelled "inclement" right.
grassroots homepages have virtually no disadvantage over corporate websites. sure, they may not look as nice or be as easy to navigate, but if they've got the information you're after, it doesn't matter.
Congress is pushing a law that would abandon the Internet's First Amendment -- a principle called "Network neutrality" that prevents companies like AT&T, Verizon and Comcast from deciding which Web sites work best for you -- based on what site pays them the most. Your local library shouldn’t have to outbid Barnes & Noble for the right to have its Web site open quickly on your computer.
Net Neutrality allows everyone to compete on a level playing field and is the reason that the Internet is a force for economic innovation, civic participation and free speech. If the public doesn't speak up now, Congress will cave to a multi-million dollar lobbying campaign by telephone and cable companies that want to decide what you do, where you go, and what you watch online.
This isn’t just speculation -- we've already seen what happens elsewhere when the Internet's gatekeepers get too much control. Last year, Canada's version of AT&T -- Telus -- blocked their Internet customers from visiting a Web site sympathetic to workers with whom Telus was negotiating. And Shaw, a major Canadian cable company, charges an extra $10 a month to subscribers who dare to use a competing Internet telephone service.
(via boingboing)
you know what's great about the internet? it's totally out of control. OK, mostly out of control. anything and everything is anywhere and everywhere. i can write this stupid blog and you can read it. you can also download porn.
and no one stops us. we have various search engines to help us find where we want to go, or wikipedia and dictionary.com to find out what happened on our birthdays and whether or not i spelled "inclement" right.
grassroots homepages have virtually no disadvantage over corporate websites. sure, they may not look as nice or be as easy to navigate, but if they've got the information you're after, it doesn't matter.
Congress is pushing a law that would abandon the Internet's First Amendment -- a principle called "Network neutrality" that prevents companies like AT&T, Verizon and Comcast from deciding which Web sites work best for you -- based on what site pays them the most. Your local library shouldn’t have to outbid Barnes & Noble for the right to have its Web site open quickly on your computer.
Net Neutrality allows everyone to compete on a level playing field and is the reason that the Internet is a force for economic innovation, civic participation and free speech. If the public doesn't speak up now, Congress will cave to a multi-million dollar lobbying campaign by telephone and cable companies that want to decide what you do, where you go, and what you watch online.
This isn’t just speculation -- we've already seen what happens elsewhere when the Internet's gatekeepers get too much control. Last year, Canada's version of AT&T -- Telus -- blocked their Internet customers from visiting a Web site sympathetic to workers with whom Telus was negotiating. And Shaw, a major Canadian cable company, charges an extra $10 a month to subscribers who dare to use a competing Internet telephone service.
(via boingboing)
spring proclamation
i was just talking with one of the lawyers here at the jobby job and i told him that we should really all go home as it's such a nice day. he told me to draft an all staff email for such an occasion, and living in my own little world as i do, i did it.
to: All Staff
Re: Spring/Summer hours
Due to the prevalence of lovely springtime days, we will be instituting new hours for the fairer seasons.
Any day during which the temperature is between 70 and 80 degrees farenheit shall be optional. For everyone's convenience, please do not arrive at the office before 11am or leave after 4pm. We do not want those who chose to stay home altogether to feel guilty.
The dress code is off. Pjs, shorts, flip flops, excessively short skirts and tank tops are absolutely fine. Feel free to skip through the office with no shoes on.
Worktime naps should be taken between the hours of 11am and 12noon and 2 and 4pm. Pillows are available in the conference room.
If you are listening to music at your desk, please make sure it is pretty. No one wants a depressing song in the spring.
Lunchtime will be extended for at least 30 minutes. We will provide petty cash for those of you who did not bring your lunch.
Please keep your internet surfing limited to emailing and reading blogs. We do not want to ruin the lovliness with thoughts of war, murder, the mta or any other displeasing topics.
Remember to spend time chatting on im and gchat. You need to make plans for all your gorgeous afternoons.
There will be bonuses given to those who continually leave the office and go straight to bars to enjoy alcoholism out of doors.
Should the weather be inclement, (i.e., rain, thunder, hail, wind, general gloominess) please stay home and sleep. Cranky workers are poor workers. You need your rest and no one likes getting up when it's yucky out.
If you choose to come in to the office, please be advised that we will be showing "the west wing" in the main conference room in the morning, followed by a rotation of "family guy", "america's funniest home videos" and "america's next top model" in the afternoons. Beer and marijuana will be provided.
Further, please do not mess about with the subway anymore. Hired cars will be provided. Or, if you prefer, we can rent you a sweet convertible. Parking will be provided.
Should you have any questions or requests about this new policy, please email us.
The bosses.
to: All Staff
Re: Spring/Summer hours
Due to the prevalence of lovely springtime days, we will be instituting new hours for the fairer seasons.
Any day during which the temperature is between 70 and 80 degrees farenheit shall be optional. For everyone's convenience, please do not arrive at the office before 11am or leave after 4pm. We do not want those who chose to stay home altogether to feel guilty.
The dress code is off. Pjs, shorts, flip flops, excessively short skirts and tank tops are absolutely fine. Feel free to skip through the office with no shoes on.
Worktime naps should be taken between the hours of 11am and 12noon and 2 and 4pm. Pillows are available in the conference room.
If you are listening to music at your desk, please make sure it is pretty. No one wants a depressing song in the spring.
Lunchtime will be extended for at least 30 minutes. We will provide petty cash for those of you who did not bring your lunch.
Please keep your internet surfing limited to emailing and reading blogs. We do not want to ruin the lovliness with thoughts of war, murder, the mta or any other displeasing topics.
Remember to spend time chatting on im and gchat. You need to make plans for all your gorgeous afternoons.
There will be bonuses given to those who continually leave the office and go straight to bars to enjoy alcoholism out of doors.
Should the weather be inclement, (i.e., rain, thunder, hail, wind, general gloominess) please stay home and sleep. Cranky workers are poor workers. You need your rest and no one likes getting up when it's yucky out.
If you choose to come in to the office, please be advised that we will be showing "the west wing" in the main conference room in the morning, followed by a rotation of "family guy", "america's funniest home videos" and "america's next top model" in the afternoons. Beer and marijuana will be provided.
Further, please do not mess about with the subway anymore. Hired cars will be provided. Or, if you prefer, we can rent you a sweet convertible. Parking will be provided.
Should you have any questions or requests about this new policy, please email us.
The bosses.
24 April 2006
bonnarooooooooooo
remember how fucking nice it was last thursday? thanks to bonnaroo's birthday party, i got to spend it hanging out on the roofdeck of the delancey sipping frosty, albeit overpriced, beers.
xx met me at the office and we walked downtown, where we hijacked jensenator from work and met up with shwags for some nicky's sarnies. cheap and cheerful, highly recommended.
coach dodgeball brought many many many many cupcakes from a bakery near the magician.
it was yet another night where i thought "i'll head home kind of early" but when xx had to leave to go meet a friend who was in town, i stayed. and when everyone decided to head to the backroom later, i went with them.
the backroom is pretty fun. they don't let you just walk right into the back backroom. they stop you. and three bouncer guys emerge from nowhere to make sure you comply when the waitress gets all up in your shit and says "no one's allowed back there".
this joint serves its cocktails in teacups and i heard rumor that the beers came in paper bags. my beer -- by the by, $6 for a goddamn bud light is pretty fucking ballsy -- did not come in a paper bag. this presented a conundrum: would i rather have the fairly cheesy novelty of drinking a beer from a paper bag in a bar instead of on the subway? or have the sound knowledge that this bar is not being excessively wasteful in serving all its beers in paper bags? then i thought "shut the fuck up and enjoy your massively overpriced bud light".
xx met me at the office and we walked downtown, where we hijacked jensenator from work and met up with shwags for some nicky's sarnies. cheap and cheerful, highly recommended.
coach dodgeball brought many many many many cupcakes from a bakery near the magician.
it was yet another night where i thought "i'll head home kind of early" but when xx had to leave to go meet a friend who was in town, i stayed. and when everyone decided to head to the backroom later, i went with them.
the backroom is pretty fun. they don't let you just walk right into the back backroom. they stop you. and three bouncer guys emerge from nowhere to make sure you comply when the waitress gets all up in your shit and says "no one's allowed back there".
this joint serves its cocktails in teacups and i heard rumor that the beers came in paper bags. my beer -- by the by, $6 for a goddamn bud light is pretty fucking ballsy -- did not come in a paper bag. this presented a conundrum: would i rather have the fairly cheesy novelty of drinking a beer from a paper bag in a bar instead of on the subway? or have the sound knowledge that this bar is not being excessively wasteful in serving all its beers in paper bags? then i thought "shut the fuck up and enjoy your massively overpriced bud light".
since [manlio's] been gone
the only good thing about people leaving (unless, of course, you don't really like them much in the first place) is when they have outrageous going-away parties.
we feted manlio twice, once at the aforementioned croxely ales/ace bar/sing sing night of 10,000 drinks and once again saturday, at loreley.
maj and i went to BAM's "Importance of Being Earnest" earlier in the night, so we were a little later than i'd planned. and i mainly wanted to be on time for my djing debut.
bonnaroo and i spun an hour of brit pop, dance pop, a song that was decidedly not "don't stop till you get enough" and some "weird stuff", including "they must be giants" ('new york city'--just to remind him what he'll be missing). it was hysterically nervewracking.
k-fed was up next, follwed by coach dodgeball and dens, and then it kind of turned into a free-for-all. there was dancing the likes of which have not been seen since k-fed's birthday. again i found myself thinking, i'm tired, i'm thirsty, i'm sweaty, i'm hot, i am out of breath--I LOVE THIS SONG!!! ahh, dancing.
there was a great deal of beer spilt, especially during my bhangra action when someone put on that panjabi mc song. not the thing to do with a full beer. at one point, i ended up with a strategically placed slosh of beer on my right tit, so it looked like i was lactating. which led me to say to xx the next day, "how awesome would it be if you could produce beer instead of milk?"
excellent dancing was had by everyone and no tears were shed. i sort of pretended it wasn't really a going away party. but now i am sad. and he's not even gone yet!
the acme of the evening, for better or worse, was an altogether bizarre reaction to kelly clarkston's "since U (god i hate when people do that) been gone". this is a dirty pleasure reserved mainly for the gym, but on the dancefloor it became apparent i was not the only one who knew over 50% of the lyrics. i've had the damn thing stuck in my head ever since.
the whole bag of rocks family wish you the best of luck, manlio. and you're always welcome back here in nyc.
we feted manlio twice, once at the aforementioned croxely ales/ace bar/sing sing night of 10,000 drinks and once again saturday, at loreley.
maj and i went to BAM's "Importance of Being Earnest" earlier in the night, so we were a little later than i'd planned. and i mainly wanted to be on time for my djing debut.
bonnaroo and i spun an hour of brit pop, dance pop, a song that was decidedly not "don't stop till you get enough" and some "weird stuff", including "they must be giants" ('new york city'--just to remind him what he'll be missing). it was hysterically nervewracking.
k-fed was up next, follwed by coach dodgeball and dens, and then it kind of turned into a free-for-all. there was dancing the likes of which have not been seen since k-fed's birthday. again i found myself thinking, i'm tired, i'm thirsty, i'm sweaty, i'm hot, i am out of breath--I LOVE THIS SONG!!! ahh, dancing.
there was a great deal of beer spilt, especially during my bhangra action when someone put on that panjabi mc song. not the thing to do with a full beer. at one point, i ended up with a strategically placed slosh of beer on my right tit, so it looked like i was lactating. which led me to say to xx the next day, "how awesome would it be if you could produce beer instead of milk?"
excellent dancing was had by everyone and no tears were shed. i sort of pretended it wasn't really a going away party. but now i am sad. and he's not even gone yet!
the acme of the evening, for better or worse, was an altogether bizarre reaction to kelly clarkston's "since U (god i hate when people do that) been gone". this is a dirty pleasure reserved mainly for the gym, but on the dancefloor it became apparent i was not the only one who knew over 50% of the lyrics. i've had the damn thing stuck in my head ever since.
the whole bag of rocks family wish you the best of luck, manlio. and you're always welcome back here in nyc.
19 April 2006
if he didn't, he'd be dead
west river and i had some subway sandwiches for lunch. mainly because i had to go to the post office and send my passport off to be lost in the abyss of beaurocrats in the indian consulate and some asshole threw away my lunch that was in the fridge at work.
we were discussing how quizno's came out of nowhere and hijacked the mediocre sandwich market and how now subway toasts their sarnies and how lame that is. and then i remembered rathergood. joel veitch is this fucked up englishman who makes weird videos with--i don't even know--photos and stop-animation and stuff. anyway, there was this little video with these horribly freakish creatures singing about how they love the moon and quizno's took it and made them love the subs. ("they have a pepper bar")
so i was just there again, and there is a ton of new stuff since the last time i was there. check it out.
we were discussing how quizno's came out of nowhere and hijacked the mediocre sandwich market and how now subway toasts their sarnies and how lame that is. and then i remembered rathergood. joel veitch is this fucked up englishman who makes weird videos with--i don't even know--photos and stop-animation and stuff. anyway, there was this little video with these horribly freakish creatures singing about how they love the moon and quizno's took it and made them love the subs. ("they have a pepper bar")
so i was just there again, and there is a ton of new stuff since the last time i was there. check it out.
future bloggers of america
check out what some dopey kids did with oreos.
ok, i'll tell you to make sure you click the link. they made sculptures out of them. (boingboing)
also, lester dug this up at my request.
matt pond pa's cover of "in the aeroplane over the sea". dig it on a spring day...
ok, i'll tell you to make sure you click the link. they made sculptures out of them. (boingboing)
also, lester dug this up at my request.
matt pond pa's cover of "in the aeroplane over the sea". dig it on a spring day...
18 April 2006
i have less will power than i even thought i had, which wasn't much
it's passover. i'm a jew. it follows that i should be not eating bread, pasta, candy, chips, french fries...anything, really, that doesn't come in a cardboard-like circular or rectangular shape. over the years, i've practiced varying degrees of solemn devotion to the story of god telling pharoh to back the fuck up off the chosen people. sometimes i really don't eat anything that's not K for P. sometimes i'll give myself a day or two off. sometimes i'll go sephardic and eat rice (which opens the world of chinese and indian food) -- or i'll decide "it's flat, i can eat it" in the case of such desirable foods as tortillas, pasta and corn chips (with whipped cream cheese). sometimes (i.e., this year) i do something awesome and cross passover with lent, and give up beer.
beer is made of yeast. yeast is not allowed. (so, incidentally, are scotch, whiskey, bourbon, etc.) so i've been drinking a lot of vodka and wine. it was vodka cranberries that led me from croxley ales to ace bar (where i hit a 100 on the skeeball) and finally to sing sing on thursday night for manlio's "surprise" party. it was wine that then helped me through what i can only imagine were hideous renditions of "don't stop believin'" (accompanied by xx), "sister christian" and "bust a move" (the last two songs, i must admit, were chosen for me). it was wine that convinced me that of course manlio would enjoy having "yellow" wailed at him by myself and k-fed (again, not my song choice).
it was wine that got me through the weekend at Martha's Vineyard with xy, his bro and his bro's gf. (mini recap: brisk beach bocce with people who don't understand that this is not about how far you can throw the pallino, nor should you aim for the surf; a sweet, roaring fire; a story about a 36-second-long vomit caused by broxy attempting the "i bet you can't drink a gallon of milk in an hour" dare which reduced me to tears; lots of clam chowder and two of the most idiotic fast food fuck ups to which i've ever been privy.)
so yesterday, after i had to leave work almost immediately after i got there and attend to some family business in new jersey, i was clearly in dire need of an alcoholic unwinder. broxy had mentioned over the weekend that gyc was up and running for this season and i gathered xx and the maj for a recon mission to find out if this was, in fact, true. a few hours later, after a successful visit to one of god's finer creations, the maj and i were walking down to the subway and i gasped: "oh my god, i drank beer all night!"
that's right. it's not like i got there and thought, "oh, they only have beer here, i should try to get these guys to go somewhere else" or even "well, fuck it, i've been good for like four days, i'll just do it" . no it didn't even cross my mind until i was GONE. my subconcsious clearly had other plans: "gyc is open, all bets are off".
beer is made of yeast. yeast is not allowed. (so, incidentally, are scotch, whiskey, bourbon, etc.) so i've been drinking a lot of vodka and wine. it was vodka cranberries that led me from croxley ales to ace bar (where i hit a 100 on the skeeball) and finally to sing sing on thursday night for manlio's "surprise" party. it was wine that then helped me through what i can only imagine were hideous renditions of "don't stop believin'" (accompanied by xx), "sister christian" and "bust a move" (the last two songs, i must admit, were chosen for me). it was wine that convinced me that of course manlio would enjoy having "yellow" wailed at him by myself and k-fed (again, not my song choice).
it was wine that got me through the weekend at Martha's Vineyard with xy, his bro and his bro's gf. (mini recap: brisk beach bocce with people who don't understand that this is not about how far you can throw the pallino, nor should you aim for the surf; a sweet, roaring fire; a story about a 36-second-long vomit caused by broxy attempting the "i bet you can't drink a gallon of milk in an hour" dare which reduced me to tears; lots of clam chowder and two of the most idiotic fast food fuck ups to which i've ever been privy.)
so yesterday, after i had to leave work almost immediately after i got there and attend to some family business in new jersey, i was clearly in dire need of an alcoholic unwinder. broxy had mentioned over the weekend that gyc was up and running for this season and i gathered xx and the maj for a recon mission to find out if this was, in fact, true. a few hours later, after a successful visit to one of god's finer creations, the maj and i were walking down to the subway and i gasped: "oh my god, i drank beer all night!"
that's right. it's not like i got there and thought, "oh, they only have beer here, i should try to get these guys to go somewhere else" or even "well, fuck it, i've been good for like four days, i'll just do it" . no it didn't even cross my mind until i was GONE. my subconcsious clearly had other plans: "gyc is open, all bets are off".
13 April 2006
come to india! die in various ways
the times today has quite a bit of uplifting news for those of us (wcs and the maj) headed to india this july...
would you like to be shot in the crossfire of maoist guerrillas?
or contract malaria?
would you like to be shot in the crossfire of maoist guerrillas?
or contract malaria?
i guess it's better than hanging out with new hippies.
12 April 2006
spice up the seder with ratner!
if you're like me, a jew, and you're aware that tonight is the first night of passover, you may be wondering where to get a haggadah. i found some at walgreens last year and i know those maxwell house ones your parents used are still floating around somewhere. but if you're still looking, and especially if you live in brooklyn, here is the
VERY BROOKLYN PASSOVER HAGGADAH
Question 1: Why is it that Brownstone Brooklyn consists of unleavened low-rise buildings, but at Atlantic Yards Bruce Ratner wants to build seventeen high-rise buildings?
(via curbed)
VERY BROOKLYN PASSOVER HAGGADAH
Question 1: Why is it that Brownstone Brooklyn consists of unleavened low-rise buildings, but at Atlantic Yards Bruce Ratner wants to build seventeen high-rise buildings?
(via curbed)
i hope it's full of cheese sauce
so while on earth we're trying to convince ourselves we're not actually destroying the planet, NASA's decided the moon can go fuck itself because finding water for "future outposts" is a good reason to CRASH A SPACE PROBE INTO THE MOON ON PURPOSE. they want to make a giganto hole so they can check if there's water in there.
is nasa run by a bunch of six year old boys? isn't there some super nerdy way to figure this out that doesn't involve intentionally slamming something into the fucking moon making explosions that will apparently be visible from earth?
speaking of cheese sauce, i recommend the curly fries with cheesey goo at the melody lanes bowling alley. i also recommend bringing your own ball.
is nasa run by a bunch of six year old boys? isn't there some super nerdy way to figure this out that doesn't involve intentionally slamming something into the fucking moon making explosions that will apparently be visible from earth?
speaking of cheese sauce, i recommend the curly fries with cheesey goo at the melody lanes bowling alley. i also recommend bringing your own ball.
i swear i will stop talking about food soon
first: do not let me near a krispy kreme donut for at least a year.
second: had dinner with aunt and uncle queens last night in, uh, queens. thai food. awesome. it's near the 61-woodside stop on the 7. get off and walk around until you find the big thai place that's not on roosevelt ave. it's great!
third: everyone likes to bake special things at certain times of year. this guy decided to make a cake with cadbury creme eggs instead of real eggs (via boingboing).
second: had dinner with aunt and uncle queens last night in, uh, queens. thai food. awesome. it's near the 61-woodside stop on the 7. get off and walk around until you find the big thai place that's not on roosevelt ave. it's great!
third: everyone likes to bake special things at certain times of year. this guy decided to make a cake with cadbury creme eggs instead of real eggs (via boingboing).
11 April 2006
brimful of asha at carnegie hall
yeah, bitches. remember that song? i love it. a lot of people hate it. but what's even more exciting is that the aforementioned asha played carnegie hall on saturday night and the aforementioned (or not) wild cherry sara was there for all the sari slapping excitement.
the kronos quartet came out first and played some stuff, including a cover of sigur ros's
Flugufrelsarinn, which, clearly, was wicked awesome. i love carnegie hall, except i always sit in the cheap seats and these tend to make me feel a little woozy. they are so freaking high up. i spent a great deal of the intermission wondering how the hell they change some of the lightbulbs before deciding the bulbs must be able to descend and they come all the way down to the floor and people change them that way. anyway, eventually a mad tablaist and bitchin' pipa player made their ways on to the stage and they all jammed. after the intermission asha came out. this woman is 73 years old and she is an ass kickin' singer. her voice is amazing. it was fantastic.
the kronos quartet came out first and played some stuff, including a cover of sigur ros's
Flugufrelsarinn, which, clearly, was wicked awesome. i love carnegie hall, except i always sit in the cheap seats and these tend to make me feel a little woozy. they are so freaking high up. i spent a great deal of the intermission wondering how the hell they change some of the lightbulbs before deciding the bulbs must be able to descend and they come all the way down to the floor and people change them that way. anyway, eventually a mad tablaist and bitchin' pipa player made their ways on to the stage and they all jammed. after the intermission asha came out. this woman is 73 years old and she is an ass kickin' singer. her voice is amazing. it was fantastic.
special food edition -- part 2
the maj and i had dinner at gravy friday night.
guess what?
mushroom goat cheese lasagne.
guess what?
mushroom goat cheese lasagne.
special food edition -- part 1
hey! i'm back at my own desk. what a thrill.
last thursday xx and i went to chestnut for that whole dine-in brooklyn thing. so, um, yeah. fig stuffed pork chop. wow. and then the "mid-course" of gnocchi. i didn't realize they could fry gnocchi. which leads me to ask: why doesn't everyone fry gnocchi? anyway, by the time desert came we were basically half-dead. i told the waitress to bring the cheesecake in a to go box. she did not think this was charming. however, she brought us the chocolate whatchamacalitthingy. i highly recommend you get your fat arse over to chestnut and order this thing. it's totally insane. insanely delicious.
we left the restaurant feeling utterly disgusting. as we hailed a cab to take our bloated stomachs home from carroll gardens to park slope i turned to xx and said: "you know what we've just turned into?"
xx: "what?"
i: "americans"
last thursday xx and i went to chestnut for that whole dine-in brooklyn thing. so, um, yeah. fig stuffed pork chop. wow. and then the "mid-course" of gnocchi. i didn't realize they could fry gnocchi. which leads me to ask: why doesn't everyone fry gnocchi? anyway, by the time desert came we were basically half-dead. i told the waitress to bring the cheesecake in a to go box. she did not think this was charming. however, she brought us the chocolate whatchamacalitthingy. i highly recommend you get your fat arse over to chestnut and order this thing. it's totally insane. insanely delicious.
we left the restaurant feeling utterly disgusting. as we hailed a cab to take our bloated stomachs home from carroll gardens to park slope i turned to xx and said: "you know what we've just turned into?"
xx: "what?"
i: "americans"
07 April 2006
are you lookin' for the mother lode?
no, my child this is not my desire.
then check out corp. cas.'s 10 bottom ebay items. cause you want a mountain dew vending machine.
then check out corp. cas.'s 10 bottom ebay items. cause you want a mountain dew vending machine.
i thought you should all know
they're letting me train someone!!
yep, there's a new guy at the office, and no one redlines like i do, so we've been spending some qt together. i realize you're all jonezin' for my patented brand of cynical deconstruction of the world around me, but you'll just have to wait.
the f isn't stopping at smith/9th, carroll or bergen manhattan-bound during the day sat & sun (till 10pm).
tonight: the mugs @ magnetic field
tomorrow: asha bhosle @ carnegie hall
sunday: bowling!?!
yep, there's a new guy at the office, and no one redlines like i do, so we've been spending some qt together. i realize you're all jonezin' for my patented brand of cynical deconstruction of the world around me, but you'll just have to wait.
the f isn't stopping at smith/9th, carroll or bergen manhattan-bound during the day sat & sun (till 10pm).
tonight: the mugs @ magnetic field
tomorrow: asha bhosle @ carnegie hall
sunday: bowling!?!
03 April 2006
coder barbie?
slashdot ran me into this article about mattel's computers running a linux os
special quote for you:
Still, Mattel says it is confident of the potential of BarbieOS 1.0 to find a niche market of young girls under thirteen who are dissatisfied with current Microsoft offerings and are looking toward maybe asking mom and dad for a full-powered Linux laptop running BarbieOS this Christmas.
cause, you know, there are TONS of thirteen year old girls who've just HAD IT UP TO HERE! with microsoft.
what?
Many of the girls we talked to said that they were tired of constantly patching their Windows systems against the latest Outlook worm, only to find that the patch breaks one of their custom applications or reduces the performance and stability of the operating system," according to usability consultant Randolph Hanes, an interface expert who conducted major portions of the research.
these are thirteen year old girls we're talking about here. GO OUTSIDE! even to the mall. you see? i'm even happy if you'll just go to the MALL now.
He said many girls are also complaining of getting stuck on the Microsoft upgrade treadmill, and expressed little interest in upgrading to the latest versions of Microsoft Windows and the Office productivity suite until they come bundled with a new computer system. The girls cited prohibitively high costs ($400 for Office, $300 for Windows XP) and a lack of interesting features as reasons they were holding off on upgrading.
ok, my head is definitely going to explode.
barbie, leading the charge for young girls to become computer hacking geeks.
Barbie would also be tired of Microsoft's licensing bullshit," he added.
OH HELL YEAH BARBIE.
seriously, you should read this thing.
uuhhhpdate. yeah, note the dateline on this here story. good old april fool's. thank god. i finally noticed that all the stories on slashdot were REALLY FUCKING WEIRD. but i didn't notice the dates on them. whoops!
special quote for you:
Still, Mattel says it is confident of the potential of BarbieOS 1.0 to find a niche market of young girls under thirteen who are dissatisfied with current Microsoft offerings and are looking toward maybe asking mom and dad for a full-powered Linux laptop running BarbieOS this Christmas.
cause, you know, there are TONS of thirteen year old girls who've just HAD IT UP TO HERE! with microsoft.
what?
Many of the girls we talked to said that they were tired of constantly patching their Windows systems against the latest Outlook worm, only to find that the patch breaks one of their custom applications or reduces the performance and stability of the operating system," according to usability consultant Randolph Hanes, an interface expert who conducted major portions of the research.
these are thirteen year old girls we're talking about here. GO OUTSIDE! even to the mall. you see? i'm even happy if you'll just go to the MALL now.
He said many girls are also complaining of getting stuck on the Microsoft upgrade treadmill, and expressed little interest in upgrading to the latest versions of Microsoft Windows and the Office productivity suite until they come bundled with a new computer system. The girls cited prohibitively high costs ($400 for Office, $300 for Windows XP) and a lack of interesting features as reasons they were holding off on upgrading.
ok, my head is definitely going to explode.
barbie, leading the charge for young girls to become computer hacking geeks.
Barbie would also be tired of Microsoft's licensing bullshit," he added.
OH HELL YEAH BARBIE.
seriously, you should read this thing.
uuhhhpdate. yeah, note the dateline on this here story. good old april fool's. thank god. i finally noticed that all the stories on slashdot were REALLY FUCKING WEIRD. but i didn't notice the dates on them. whoops!
it's t shirt weather!!!
i know it's usually all gripe and groan here at bor, but today i bring you a special report: awesome spring weekends are the best ever
friday started off with drinks at the delancey with the lion. we rocked the roofdeck action and i had a cosmo for the first time since i was in college, i think. the roofdeck is really nice, if you haven't been there, i highly recommend checking it out. nice fountainy thing and tropical plants... amazingly not that crowded, either.
we followed that up with some din din at soy...this place is delicious, but don't bring your appetite. the portions are fantastic but much closer to snack size than dinner. appetizers recommended.
i was pretty beat and decided to head home pretty early from a party on rivington. plus xx had shown up with some buddies who'd all been at armstrong's when a lady was hit and killed by a city bus , so they were ready to bail, too.
saturday was a nice lie in...followed by a meander with xx. my earrings were fixed! the trees were in bloom! (pics coming.) it was totally warm! it started raining just as we got to soda! "bars are the new umbrella", xx.
i've been meaning to get to soda for a while, so it really was a perfect surprise that just as we were getting a bit weary and thirsty and the clouds were looking particularly ominous, i looked across the street and saw it. GREAT beer selection, including six point, magic hat circus, guinness, blue moon pale ale (i think), OS cider...and more. i wasn't in a beer mood and the
bartender graciously made me a rum punch, which was fantastic. we sat and watched it rain. then it stopped and we walked home and i made a vat of mushroom risotto and watched space ghost coast to coast.
sunday: the maj and i are kind of weird. we'll do things like get up and meet at 945 am the morning after that whole "spring forward" junk to go to clinton street bakery.
first, though, a tale of wcs...saturday night i set my clocks forward, including my brookstone alarm clock, which i used to think set itself but did not this past "fall back"...i woke up when my alarm went off at 742 (i set it to be sure i didn't miss meeting the maj and was too lazy to change it from my normal wake up time). so 742 on the brookstone clock, 642 on the guinness clock on my wall...of course my brain is functioning at about 15%, so it took me a bit of time to figure out what time it really was. ha. go me.
anyway, after brunch we walked back to brooklyn. then i went to meet bonnaroo at the cobble hill nysc for some pilates. we decide, gym clothes on, in FRONT OF THE PILATES STUDIO, to bag that crap and go to the brooklyn ice cream factory for some ice cream instead.
later on, we met up with coach dodgeball and his high maintenance friend and k-fed and some of his peeps for some petanque (which i learned i could not have been mispronouncing more) at pit stop. drinks, mussels and cheese. when i ordered a water, the french waiter,
who was super nice, asked me a barage of questions:
pit stop: ice or no ice?
i: no ice
pit stop: straw or no straw?
i: uh, no straw
pit stop: lemon or lime?
i: oh, lime would be nice.
a few minutes later a glass of water with ice, a straw and a lemon showed up. now, i don't really care, but why ask all the questions? then every time i saw him he was like "mademoiselle, did you like your water?" i just giggled into my hand. that seemed to work.
sopped up the rest of the day with dinner at little bistro. everything was delicious. go eat there.
blogger spellcheck fumbles:
petanque
risotto
pilates
bistro
friday started off with drinks at the delancey with the lion. we rocked the roofdeck action and i had a cosmo for the first time since i was in college, i think. the roofdeck is really nice, if you haven't been there, i highly recommend checking it out. nice fountainy thing and tropical plants... amazingly not that crowded, either.
we followed that up with some din din at soy...this place is delicious, but don't bring your appetite. the portions are fantastic but much closer to snack size than dinner. appetizers recommended.
i was pretty beat and decided to head home pretty early from a party on rivington. plus xx had shown up with some buddies who'd all been at armstrong's when a lady was hit and killed by a city bus , so they were ready to bail, too.
saturday was a nice lie in...followed by a meander with xx. my earrings were fixed! the trees were in bloom! (pics coming.) it was totally warm! it started raining just as we got to soda! "bars are the new umbrella", xx.
i've been meaning to get to soda for a while, so it really was a perfect surprise that just as we were getting a bit weary and thirsty and the clouds were looking particularly ominous, i looked across the street and saw it. GREAT beer selection, including six point, magic hat circus, guinness, blue moon pale ale (i think), OS cider...and more. i wasn't in a beer mood and the
bartender graciously made me a rum punch, which was fantastic. we sat and watched it rain. then it stopped and we walked home and i made a vat of mushroom risotto and watched space ghost coast to coast.sunday: the maj and i are kind of weird. we'll do things like get up and meet at 945 am the morning after that whole "spring forward" junk to go to clinton street bakery.
first, though, a tale of wcs...saturday night i set my clocks forward, including my brookstone alarm clock, which i used to think set itself but did not this past "fall back"...i woke up when my alarm went off at 742 (i set it to be sure i didn't miss meeting the maj and was too lazy to change it from my normal wake up time). so 742 on the brookstone clock, 642 on the guinness clock on my wall...of course my brain is functioning at about 15%, so it took me a bit of time to figure out what time it really was. ha. go me.
anyway, after brunch we walked back to brooklyn. then i went to meet bonnaroo at the cobble hill nysc for some pilates. we decide, gym clothes on, in FRONT OF THE PILATES STUDIO, to bag that crap and go to the brooklyn ice cream factory for some ice cream instead.later on, we met up with coach dodgeball and his high maintenance friend and k-fed and some of his peeps for some petanque (which i learned i could not have been mispronouncing more) at pit stop. drinks, mussels and cheese. when i ordered a water, the french waiter,
who was super nice, asked me a barage of questions:pit stop: ice or no ice?
i: no ice
pit stop: straw or no straw?
i: uh, no straw
pit stop: lemon or lime?
i: oh, lime would be nice.
a few minutes later a glass of water with ice, a straw and a lemon showed up. now, i don't really care, but why ask all the questions? then every time i saw him he was like "mademoiselle, did you like your water?" i just giggled into my hand. that seemed to work.
sopped up the rest of the day with dinner at little bistro. everything was delicious. go eat there.
blogger spellcheck fumbles:
petanque
risotto
pilates
bistro
it's a small blogosphere, after all
i am totally honored to announce that the venerable brooklyn vegan linked to my post on the books show!!
i also found out from prefix (via bv) that the cover i wasn't sure about was massive attack's "teardrops", which makes that visit to the bathroom extremely poorly timed.
also, thanks to canton for finding the not-so-hard-to-find-as-i-thought books website
www.thebooksmusic.com
(i figured there's no need whatsoever to link to the lyrics for it's a small world, as no doubt you are all cursing me for getting it stuck in your head anyway)
i also found out from prefix (via bv) that the cover i wasn't sure about was massive attack's "teardrops", which makes that visit to the bathroom extremely poorly timed.
also, thanks to canton for finding the not-so-hard-to-find-as-i-thought books website
www.thebooksmusic.com
(i figured there's no need whatsoever to link to the lyrics for it's a small world, as no doubt you are all cursing me for getting it stuck in your head anyway)
vocabulary lesson
dictionary.com's word of the day for yesterday:
defenestrate \dee-FEN-uh-strayt\, transitive verb: To throw out of a window.
i love that there is a word for this...
defenestrate \dee-FEN-uh-strayt\, transitive verb: To throw out of a window.
i love that there is a word for this...
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