Monday, January 31, 2005
The bar I was thinking of was called SoHa for South of Harlem (ha ha.) and it had this sign on the door. No doo-rags or stretchy head covering things allowed. This was a classy joint, as you can imagine. (Of course, they didn't really say stretchy head covering things, they said the word that those items are called by, and that's where I learned that word in fact, but I've unlearned it in the 2 years since I last saw the sign. Someone help me here?)
And yet, the classy people did not dominate this sad establishment. We would often go there for happy hour, when it was not crowded, so didn't observe too many other customers. But our best buddy Nick, who was looking for love in all the wrongest of wrong places would go for the late shift, and the stories he came back with. At first, he noticed that they would sometimes permit smoking, even though that's not allowed anymore in NYC. Then trips to the bathroom would be punctuated with fun offers of crack for sale. Then some woman came up to him at the bar and offered some services and tried to put her face in his lap. Hmm. Nick can you take a hint this is not where L-O-V-E will find you??? I think that was his last visit there. And eventually they had to shut down because of bankruptcy I think.
But the bar lives again, in the form of Mona, I just discovered. It doesn't sound like there are a lot of du-ragged customers there, although there are probably a lot of people who look like this lame white guy. Except not nearly as good looking as that if they are University boys.
But at least I can go home soon and eat something yummy. Like leftovers! Actually I'm not hating the leftovers that much. I knew this woman who was about to marry a guy who didn't do dishes and wouldn't eat leftovers. Better get a maid... They probably did though, since they were already well-off and getting weller off all the time. After they got married and they were building a house she told me she was going to put the baby's room on the opposite end of the floor from hers so that "they wouldn't hear the baby crying". But she probably got a nanny too, so I guess that makes sense.
Friday, January 28, 2005
I'm stuck at work temporarily, but hopefully Isaac will come and get me soon so that we can gorge ourselves on something good. Like leftovers...ugh.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
69. I like the smell of rubbing alcohol.
70. I have no trouble buying lipstick, just wearing it.
71. I don't mind doing dishes.
72. I am squeamish about eating crustaceans.
73. I like noodles.
74. I watched a lot of the Electric Company with my dad right when he came home from work.
75. I listen to books on tape.
76. I was a Girl Scout.
77. I wish I could dance.
78. No, really DANCE.
79. Think Fame.
80. I got teary-eyed from fear during the Incredibles during one of the parts where the kids were being chased. eee.
81. My eyes are hazel, but I think it's vain to say that and what if someone contradicted me so I always say brown.
82. I share a cellphone with Isaac, and we have no land line.
83. I ate a lot of bologna sandwiches as a kid.
84. My hair grows slowly.
85. I like living relatively near my parents and siblings.
86. I was born 3 days late.
87. Once I threw up inside the Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York.
88. Oops, I lied when I said I went to Europe twice because I forgot the honeymoon in Madeira and Lisbon and that makes it thrice.
89. I can't draw to save my life.
90. In shop class I learned how to solder and made a tin box.
91. I don't really miss driving at all.
92. I get carsick sometimes, but not to the point of throwing up since I was like 10.
93. Once I gave a talk about emesis (puking) and anti-emetic drugs.
94. I really dislike kale.
95. I used to really like running through the sprinkler.
96. Actually I'm not very opinionated.
97. I broke my foot last June, but didn't know it was broken for 3 weeks.
98. In high school I worked as an aide in a physical therapy office, and sometimes had to put electrodes on people's butts.
99. I try to be organized, but I usually fail.
100. I am so happy to be done with this silly list.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Things about my brother.
1. I'm pretty sure his first "word" was hot dog.
2. He plays the guitar really well.
3. He likes to drive too fast.
4. He did "The Zone" for a while.
5. He didn't complain when I got him this weird shirt for a Christmas present.
6. He's all grown up. Sob.
"Two weeks later, Susan called from her cellphone to say that the antidote was working. While shopping, she said, she spontaneously had an orgasm that had lasted on and off for nearly two hours. She was more delighted than alarmed, but I was stunned. I have had my share of therapeutic surprises, but this was hard to believe."
Do you think they'll manage to work this into a commercial?
Sunday, January 23, 2005
But last night we went over to our friends' place, and Isaac proudly let the cat out of the bag that I have my own blog. Not like Isaac even reads this - otherwise you would think he might do some commenting or something. So of course my friend asked, so are you going to blog about this, about my risotto. And the answer last night was maybe, and now I'm thinking, yes, yes I will.
Brian is one of my favorite people on earth, and made a really good risotto which I even found the recipe for online. It's from the Union Square Cafe Cookbook. Or possibly this one, although I don't recognize either cover. It was especially nice of him to feed us and let us drink up all his wine (in a blizzard, people, a BLIZZARD where you do not want to be out of wine (ok the minnesotans don't have to pretend to be impressed)) because we just kind of dropped by, being in the neighborhood. We were all supposed to go to a party, but got deterred by all the snow. My Alaskan husband was very disappointed in all of us. And Brian's roommate Will burned me a copy of the beautiful Arcade Fire CD which I have been listening to all morning. Such nice guys.
Yield: 4 to 6 servings
|Olive oil||1/4 cup|
|Radicchio leaves, stemmed and quartered||4 cups|
|Kosher salt as needed|
|Freshly ground black pepper as needed|
|Sweet fennel sausage, casing removed||8 oz.|
|Shallot, minced||2 tsp.|
|Garlic, minced||1 tsp.|
|Arborio rice||1 3/4 cup|
|Red wine||3 cups|
|Chicken stock, simmering||4 to 5 cups|
|Parmigiano-Reggiano, grated||1/3 cup|
|Fresh parsley, chopped||2 Tbsp.|
1. Heat 2 Tbsp. olive oil in saucepan and sauté radicchio until wilted. Season with salt and pepper; set aside.
2. Add remaining oil and sauté, breaking up pieces. Set sausage aside, leaving some oil in sauté pan, and sauté shallot and garlic. Add rice and 1 tsp. salt sauté until coated with oil. Add wine 3/4 cup at a time and cook until absorbed.
3. Add simmering stock 1/2 cup at a time, allowing liquid to absorb each time. With the final ladle of stock, add radicchio and sausage.
4. Swirl in butter and half of cheese. Spoon into bowls and finish with cheese and parsley.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
34. I have never owned or worn a bikini.
35. In the summers when I was a kid I would sometimes take my book and read in the hot car in the driveway.
36. I can make a good cup of chai tea and I think that those places selling the stuff from a powdery mix should just stop it.
37. I used to read a lot of gay mysteries.
38. Last night I dreamed I had gotten in to physical therapy school and they flew me to Israel for some reason.
39. I'm allergic to almonds and I think chickpeas, and maybe other tree nuts too.
40. I used to have anxious dreams that I was pregnant or had a baby and was always forgetting where I had left the infant.
41. I love steak, and beef wellington in particular.
42. I hate clothes-shopping, but my mom and sisters claim I am much improved in stamina over previous years.
43. I got from my dad a susceptibility to gadgets.
44. I have trouble throwing stuff away.
45. I have a hard time getting up in the morning.
46. My favorite dessert used to be cheesecake, but now I'm not sure what it is.
47. The last time I threw up was Jan 17, 2004.
48. I don't have very good gay-detecting abilities.
49. Changing or cleaning a litterbox makes me gag.
50. I kind of look forward to doing our taxes.
51. The biggest issues in the last election for me were gay marriage rights and not wanting my tax dollars to support torture.
52. I'm fascinated by some phobias - like emetophobia, fear of throwing up.
53. I've never been dumped.
54. I'm still friends with the first guy I fell in love with.
55. I've lived in NYC for 6.5 years, in 3 apartments.
56. I haven't driven a car regularly for more than 10 years.
57. I hate talking to strangers.
58. I hate talking on the phone.
59. I like nice guys.
60. I don't take criticism all that well.
61. I never went through a "boys are icky" stage.
62. I never went through a teenage rebellion stage.
63. I have worn glasses since I was 6 and contacts since I was 13.
64. In 5th grade, I got caught helping someone on a science test and my seat got moved to a carrel on the side wall for the rest of the semester.
65. I take #59 partly back, I did have crushes on "bad boys" from elementary school to HS.
66. But it doesn't matter since none of them noticed I was alive!
67. I'm finding this cathartic.
Friday, January 21, 2005
I don't think 100 is possible right now, so maybe I'll try for 30-some.
1. I was born in Annapolis, Maryland, March 18, 1977.
2. I have 2 sisters and a brother, all younger.
3. I got married November 1, 2003.
4. My favorite tv show used to be Punky Brewster.
5. When I was 9 or 10 I was obsessed with Orioles baseball, but not watching the games, just looking at the box scores the next day.
6. I love watching movies, but within a month I forget plots, endings character names etc.
7. I have never kept a journal for more than a few weeks.
8. My mom didn't like us to watch the Golden Girls because it had too much sex in it, but I saw it almost every week.
9. I never really learned how to wear lipstick.
10. If there were no such thing as calories or heart disease, I would eat Thai Curry Chicken probably every day.
11. I majored in chemistry, but I was considering an English major.
12. I really like ethnic food and cooking, but didn't know how much until graduate school.
13. I really like Krispy Kreme doughnuts, but I eat only four doughnuts a year because I'm afraid of forming a doughnut habit.
14. I've only smoked once, and it was a clove cigarette, and then I puked about 5 minutes later.
15. I gained the freshman 15 in college and then some more when I got to grad school.
16. Then I lost 30 lbs, mostly by exercising and eating less crap.
17. I don't like to work out in front of people, so I own around 50 exercise videos. It's embarrassing.
18. I like to make and drink beer.
19. I lived in NYC during the WTC attacks, but only knew one person (our former department secretary) who didn't make it out.
20. I have been to Europe twice, living in Paris for one month and Sevilla for one month, and short trips to Strasbourg, Baden Baden and Paris again.
21. I can understand and speak Spanish okay.
22. I like to sing, but rarely do it anywhere but church.
23. I have 11.14 GB of music on my computer at work.
24. I'm 1/2 Italian and 1/2 Irish - got the sunburn/skin cancer-prone Irish skin and the too much dark hair tendencies from the Italian side. Best of both worlds...gag.
25. I look much better in black than any other color.
26. I have quite a few gray hairs already, and I've given up on pulling them out, but I'll probably start dying it soon.
27. I was an editor for the art and literary magazine at college.
28. The guy I went to the prom with once asked me why I didn't shave my toes, and I STILL went with him to the prom.
29. I am always checking out other women's boobs when walking down the street.
30. The first concert I ever saw was the Pointer Sisters.
31. The next was the Violent Femmes.
32. I never skipped class because I was a prissy-pants goody-goody.
33. I remember the first crush I had on a boy in the first grade, his name was James and he lived with his grandma.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Anyway, the only thing I've made from the cookbook so far is Alcoholic Hot Chocolate (you might notice a pattern with what Isaac and I like to fix ourselves). But I just like to look at the pictures, of nice food, and nice Nigella.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Isaac thinks Topher is ugly, and that Scarlett + Topher was a real beauty and the beast pairing. What? I think he's 100% adorable. I might even watch that Tad Hamilton movie and I'm definitely going to see P.S. I already love Laura Linney so how bad could that be.
I did see some good movies recently, that I actually paid $11 to see, which means they should theoretically be infinitely better than the free library movies. They were pretty darn good:
Sideways - I came out of the theater thinking that this movie would be my pick for best picture. I haven't seen anything to change my mind. The performance by Paul Giamatti was amazing. I didn't want to see this movie originally because I kept hearing about his character being a loser, and not likeable. He did some not likeable things, and maybe if I had just read stage directions saying what he did I would not have liked him, but the character was so much a real person to me with flaws, but a core of goodness and a conscience. The performance was matched by the thoughtfulness of the cinematography. A.O. Scott of the NYTimes was the only one of the three reviewers not to put it on his top 10 list, and then he wrote an article calling it the most overrated movie of the year. Bite me, A.O.!
Monday, January 17, 2005
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
All right Itunes, whatever.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Jim, were you reduced to modeling underoos? I guess that creative writing stuff didn't work out after all.
I totally missed this - the coming of adult underoos. This guy looks so happy to be wearing them too.
Does anyone know if they are still selling these? Or did our generation finally decide to grow up just a little bit. Don't mind me, I'm just bitter because I never had any funderwear of my own...I remember being jealous of my cousins at the time.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Back from a lovely time away from work, where we visited my family for Christmas and Isaac's family for New Year's. The Isaac family reunion happened in Arizona, which is sort of centrally located between Alaska and New York. There's a brother and an uncle in Phoenix and Tuscon respectively, so we spent time in those two places. And took a day trip to a crappy border town in Mexico - Nogales, where we bought cheap booze at the duty-free, and I bargained for a nativity set. That was painful. One of the many stall workers called me Barbie, and asked me if I wanted to buy a whip for my boyfriend. Hmmm.