The buttery savory tin the oven.
The homemade stuffing is awaitin'.
The taters are a' peelin'.
The guests are a' comin.'
ENJOY!
11.26.2009
11.17.2009
Disappointed in Life
Nothing is sadder than biting into the turkey sandwich you so skillfully requested at the deli downstairs and realizing that the peppermill turkey you had only seconds earlier drooled over...has turned.
And that you have to eat said sandwich without meat. Thank god muenster can carry itself.
And that you have to eat said sandwich without meat. Thank god muenster can carry itself.
11.05.2009
Weekly Vacation-Staycations
My job is a weekly exertion in travel, if not an exertion in the hope for humanity's soul, its a regular tour of the outer bouroughs, the Islands, and diversity at its most base meaning/s.
If I'm not in my Brooklyn Heights/Downtown Brooklyn office, the Supreme Courts in Manhattan or the Bronx or Brooklyn or Staten Island...there's always trips to one, or sometimes three, of Rikers Island's luxurious jailhouses, the infamous Bed-Stuy, the Westchester office in da Bronx, and tomorrow's stretch...Sheepshead Bay.
Which, for the lay-folk, is roundabouts Coney Island.
It's far, yo. Like, out-of-my-usual-commute far.
And I have to be there at 8:00 a.m.-ish.
I'm not complaining. I just get to tour NYC in ways I never, ever imagined I would. Seeing B.D. Wong on the L train or a filming of of "Raising the Bar" suddenly becomes all the more...unrealistic.
You wanna know what the average criminal justice system employee is doing on a regular workday in The City...he, or she, is on a train for the better part of an hour, or the Staten Island Ferry, the Rikers Island Q100 (formerly the Q101R), or in line for a $5 footlong.
You get to make new friends along the way, I'm sure you've heard my [(horror and) success] stories.
If I'm not in my Brooklyn Heights/Downtown Brooklyn office, the Supreme Courts in Manhattan or the Bronx or Brooklyn or Staten Island...there's always trips to one, or sometimes three, of Rikers Island's luxurious jailhouses, the infamous Bed-Stuy, the Westchester office in da Bronx, and tomorrow's stretch...Sheepshead Bay.
Which, for the lay-folk, is roundabouts Coney Island.
It's far, yo. Like, out-of-my-usual-commute far.
And I have to be there at 8:00 a.m.-ish.
I'm not complaining. I just get to tour NYC in ways I never, ever imagined I would. Seeing B.D. Wong on the L train or a filming of of "Raising the Bar" suddenly becomes all the more...unrealistic.
You wanna know what the average criminal justice system employee is doing on a regular workday in The City...he, or she, is on a train for the better part of an hour, or the Staten Island Ferry, the Rikers Island Q100 (formerly the Q101R), or in line for a $5 footlong.
You get to make new friends along the way, I'm sure you've heard my [(horror and) success] stories.
11.04.2009
A quickie
Over the past two weeks, lots has happened. Namely Halloween. But anyway, that's not the point.
The point is that last Friday, I spent the better part of my day in Manhattan. Walking, eating, drinking, sight-seeing, hanging-out, shopping, running errands with friends that break cameras, and the requisite people-watching.
When I first got to Union Square, and everytime that I do in general, I am reinvigorated and charged to move to Manhattan...someday.
The lights, the people, the action, the sounds, the traffic, the buildings...it has a very unique and magical element.
A magical element that soon exudes any motivation to become a Manhattanite with the realization that no, no I won't.
Brooklyn be where the heart be. It's quieter and convenient in its own way. I don't really want to make new friends because I like the ones I already have and don't have to travel at length to see.
My bodega man knows me. My pizza men take care of me. My bartenders give me free drinks. My landlord is actually a nice man. Buses are actually pretty convenient. I'm almost smack-dab in the middle of the city and only 10 minutes to Grand Central.
I say these things to remind myself that I don't want an overlooking loft in lower Manhatty with all the amenenities. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the elevator making life easier and more expensive, and the world as my backyard.
That would all mean having to start all fucking over again. And I'm getting too old to do that.
I'm cranky.
The point is that last Friday, I spent the better part of my day in Manhattan. Walking, eating, drinking, sight-seeing, hanging-out, shopping, running errands with friends that break cameras, and the requisite people-watching.
When I first got to Union Square, and everytime that I do in general, I am reinvigorated and charged to move to Manhattan...someday.
The lights, the people, the action, the sounds, the traffic, the buildings...it has a very unique and magical element.
A magical element that soon exudes any motivation to become a Manhattanite with the realization that no, no I won't.
Brooklyn be where the heart be. It's quieter and convenient in its own way. I don't really want to make new friends because I like the ones I already have and don't have to travel at length to see.
My bodega man knows me. My pizza men take care of me. My bartenders give me free drinks. My landlord is actually a nice man. Buses are actually pretty convenient. I'm almost smack-dab in the middle of the city and only 10 minutes to Grand Central.
I say these things to remind myself that I don't want an overlooking loft in lower Manhatty with all the amenenities. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the elevator making life easier and more expensive, and the world as my backyard.
That would all mean having to start all fucking over again. And I'm getting too old to do that.
I'm cranky.
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