July 29, 2008

We are cultured.

Amy and I went to see some art.*

*Note the photographer in red, and the shirtless hobo outside the glass doors of the Greek and Roman sculpture wing.

July 28, 2008

God, I love the internets.

My hours of pointless link-jumping has led to my first ever idea for a book! (As an editor--don't be foolish; I've had utterly millions of ideas for books to write.)

I'd like to keep the cat firmly in the bag. More TK on that front.

In other news, starred AND featured review of State by State. !!!!!

I'd like to think I share a little morsel of that triumph, but mostly I'm just so happy that it turned out awesome. (Like there was completely any doubt.)

Last night Alyssa and I had a very date-esque dinner at Perry St. (which she called me in a tizzy over because she couldn't find it at first): nectarine and goat cheese salad, steamed red snapper on a bed of potato purée (too mind-blowing to simply be 'mashed'), and the grande finale, chocolate pudding topped with sweet cream and candied violets. So gold star I can't even get over it. They tasted like chocolate-covered rice krispies with just the faintest hint of something floral in there. I want a huge bowl for breakfast every morning.

Travel - Thao and the Get Down Stay Down

July 20, 2008

Siren Fest: Notes

hot as balls

two grossly hip girls, one in heart-shaped sunglasses, brought their toy pups in their oversized miu miu purses and held them like babies throughout the islands set

i couldn't stop staring

a man with freckles asked to take my picture because he's doing a series of photos of my kind of sunglasses; i happily obliged

second-hand high

ran into aaron sperling and brian beer, which, along with a separate subway conversation, is why i'm listening to finch right now, ha

couldn't see a damned thing. marc stood behind me, narrating. "oh! there's four horns on stage now!"

seeing the rides stirred up my love for teacups, or scramblers, or whatever they call the spinning ride

broken social scene was broken, but very social: heat stroked drummer, voiceless lead singer, and yet utterly dancey and canadian and gold star

feist wasn't there, either

i felt old, and uncool (temp, demeanor) 

i perked up when there were sliders and sweet potato fries and a large fountain soda

stay with me - finch

July 4, 2008

Yesterday, while everyone was at lunch,

I took pictures out the windows.

And belatedly, Amherst/Astoria sunsets.

Happy Independence Day, all!