Food Envy
May 22, 2010
When I win the lottery I’m bringing my sister to lunch at Les Crayeres. I’ve been reading David Lebovitz’s food blog (ex-pat pastry chef living in Paris) for a few months and this last entry struck a chord. I think I whimpered as I read about his meal.
My sister gave me a kitchy journal for my 21st birthday and I turned it into my cookbook. Where it started with basic recipes for pancakes and ceasar dressing, it grew up into sauces, cooking methods, timing. Some recent efforts using only fresh ingredients, lovingly put together in my kitchen for Nate and I. He’s an excellent taster.
Signed up for ShoeFabulous that promised me:
- You get a celebrity stylist + personal shopper in one!
- Every month, you’ll be emailed 6 amazing pairs of shoes to choose from that were handpicked for you by our celebrity stylists and if none of those pairs are what you had in mind, we’ll email you 6 new selections based on what you’re looking for.
- You only buy what you want! Every month, you can pick just one or as many shoes as you please. Each ShoeFab pair is only $39.95, shipping is free and returns/exchanges are a cinch.
- We’ll never pressure you to purchase, simply choose the Skip This Month option between the 1st and 5th of the month and you will not be charged for a pair of shoes that month.
My welcome email said:
Our stylists will start reviewing your Shoe Personality quiz answers immediately and within 48 – 72 hours you’ll receive an email inviting you to visit your very own boutique filled with fabulous shoe selections that were handpicked to fit your incredible sense of style. Get ready to be fabulous!
Since then, nothing. Crickets. I knew $40 for new shoes once a month was too good to be true. Contacted my ‘stylist’ today to see what’s up.
And We’re Back
May 1, 2010
Pecha Kucha New York
February 18, 2010
Pecha Kucha – 20 images to be accompanied by storytelling lasting up to 20 seconds per image. It’s a presentation theory I learned about while living in Santa Barbara, saw for the first time in Atlanta and have been waiting to attend in New York. At last (and for a good reason), Pecha Kucha night is here in the lower East side this Saturday. With a $20 donation going straight to rebuilding in Haiti, it’s a good cause and surely a good evening.
Santa Barbara
February 10, 2010
Six days of friends, music, Mexican food, central coast wines.
Home in New York now with 18 inches of snow expected over the next 24 hours. Happy to be here.
Daily Commute
February 2, 2010
Every work day starts with a brisk walk to my subway stop in Harlem followed by a long trip underground to Union Square.
This morning an old man on a bicycle accompanied me down the sidewalk at the start of my commute. Taped to his handlebars, was a boom box playing an orchestral arrangement of Somewhere Over the Rainbow at top volume. Life has a soundtrack indeed.
Night Court
January 9, 2010
I grew up watching a half hour sitcom called Night Court (remember Bull)? Last night, in a cold medicine haze we had to get out of the house and so we went. Imagine late night court proceedings with the People, the Defense and the accused…at 11pm. It looked like an episode of Jersey Shore for the most part with the first court room we visited addressing driving under the influence charges. One kid’s dad was in the audience. I said a little thank you to myself for having chosen the path I did when I was kid.
In the second court room across the hall (room 130) there were more serious offenses like a man accused of stabbing a woman while she was running away from him. The defense lawyer for the accused used his current girlfriend who was in the audience with her two children as a character reference to try and get the guy excused from the proceedings for the night. It looked like it might fly until the People read off the restraining order his girlfriend currently had out on him. He was escorted to whatever goes on behind the door near the judge.
We agreed that it felt voyeuristic and we experienced some guilt for watching these proceedings that were affecting real lives. But part of me wanted to see where my tax dollars are going and the other part of me walked out feeling like the problems I have are not so big and at least cannot be held against me in a court of law or are recorded in some roster of ‘how well have you been living life?’.
In closing, a recent photo of Owen. I check in with Adi daily. I bet you can’t stop yourself from smiling looking at him.
Beetz in the City
January 3, 2010
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| Christmas in Colorado |
After spending Christmas in Colorado with Nate’s family, snow shoeing, eating, eating and eating we came home to New York to find sub-zero temperatures and my friend Sarah who I hadn’t seen for three years. She and her man Jassim arrived in New York for a visit over New Year’s Eve. Seeing her, it was like no time at all had passed.
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| New Year’s Eve NYC 2009 – Click for all pics |
Dinner at Almond then dancing to Los Lobos at City Winery. Can’t wait to see what 2010 brings. Whatever comes, I know it’s going to be good. And never, ever boring.
Hello Winter
December 6, 2009
After Saturday brunch at Schiller’s with a lovely new friend Ashleigh, I was trying to find a subway stop that would lead me to the 1, 2, 3 line. I think I was in the Flatiron District (could have been in Chelsea, or the upper Village…sigh) when it started to snow for the first time this year. Getting lost is in my DNA. I’ve made peace with it. If I say go right, do yourself a favor and go left.
Fat flakes coming down, ear buds in, listening to the Black Keys – it was a sweet moment I had by myself in the city.
Wind Warning 2009
November 29, 2009
On the windiest day of the year so far, we thought it would be a good time to go walk the elevated park in the West Village – The High Line.
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| From atop the elevated High Line Park, New York |
After freezing our…well, we stopped for coffee and pushed our way through the wind in Chelsea to check out some galleries. This is an excellent way to spend an afternoon for free in Manhattan. I’ve only seen a handful of the show spaces and will be back.
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| From Chelsea galleries |
