Be very scared.
And in Coney Island you can get all of your Pan-America del Sur food needs met under one roof:
photos from my lovely phone/camera
August 7, 2009
Restaurant Signs I
Somewhere in Jersey they are serving up "old english" style pizza.
Be very scared.
And in Coney Island you can get all of your Pan-America del Sur food needs met under one roof:
Be very scared.
And in Coney Island you can get all of your Pan-America del Sur food needs met under one roof:
August 6, 2009
August
The day that he left NYC I walked home slowly in the late afternoon sun and was hit with a strong feeling that the neighborhood wasn't the same one I had left behind on my way to work. In fact, morning seemed a lifetime ago and my neighborhood, our neighborhood, seemed to have lost something. Just as I had lost the rosy, romantic daydreams I once enjoyed strolling it's streets.
I spent a few weeks in this haze and then suddenly I no longer walked up the subway stairs and imagined him waiting for me on the stoop. I no longer looked out my bedroom window expecting to see him crossing the street. No longer did I anticipate his arrival and the door buzzer that would send a thrill through my body. He was gone, and the summer stretched before me.
About a month after he left there was a rather dramatic sign of the distance that was growing between us. The never ending rain in June caused the dramatic collapse of the building that housed Vespers, our favorite local bar. The bar where I realized late one night that I had forgotten my keys and would have to sleep over at his apartment. One of the oldest tricks in the book. We spent the next 12 hours in his one room, almost windowless flat. Time stood still. 12 hours of conversation, the two of us fully clothed and wrapped tightly around each other in his single bed. 12 hours that seemed to seal our friendship and determine the path we found ourselves traveling on.
But can one night really determine the course of a relationship? Can one personal really change the landscape of a neighborhood? Can one building really hold so much weight? The answer is yes (and no, in the case of the building). He was really gone, and like the building, he left nothing but debris and a fine dusting floating down from the sky. And the opportunity to rebuild.
I have found my way through this strange, rainy summer and while I have looked forward to August-and his return-it is suddenly here and I don't feel ready. As much as I have tried to push the thoughts of him away, he has remained at the back of my mind. His voice, with its funny pacific northwest inflections, his quirky way of looking at his world, his sweet chuckle. He has been back for a day now and, while I haven't seen him, I like knowing that we are once again sharing the same city. Tomorrow I will welcome him back to my neighborhood. Our first stop, checking out what remains of Vespers.
I spent a few weeks in this haze and then suddenly I no longer walked up the subway stairs and imagined him waiting for me on the stoop. I no longer looked out my bedroom window expecting to see him crossing the street. No longer did I anticipate his arrival and the door buzzer that would send a thrill through my body. He was gone, and the summer stretched before me.
About a month after he left there was a rather dramatic sign of the distance that was growing between us. The never ending rain in June caused the dramatic collapse of the building that housed Vespers, our favorite local bar. The bar where I realized late one night that I had forgotten my keys and would have to sleep over at his apartment. One of the oldest tricks in the book. We spent the next 12 hours in his one room, almost windowless flat. Time stood still. 12 hours of conversation, the two of us fully clothed and wrapped tightly around each other in his single bed. 12 hours that seemed to seal our friendship and determine the path we found ourselves traveling on.
But can one night really determine the course of a relationship? Can one personal really change the landscape of a neighborhood? Can one building really hold so much weight? The answer is yes (and no, in the case of the building). He was really gone, and like the building, he left nothing but debris and a fine dusting floating down from the sky. And the opportunity to rebuild.
I have found my way through this strange, rainy summer and while I have looked forward to August-and his return-it is suddenly here and I don't feel ready. As much as I have tried to push the thoughts of him away, he has remained at the back of my mind. His voice, with its funny pacific northwest inflections, his quirky way of looking at his world, his sweet chuckle. He has been back for a day now and, while I haven't seen him, I like knowing that we are once again sharing the same city. Tomorrow I will welcome him back to my neighborhood. Our first stop, checking out what remains of Vespers.
August 4, 2009
Things That Make Me Terribly Happy
1. Roadside Diners.
2. Sending postcards.
3. Going to the airport.
4. Freshly painted toes.
5. Reading while taking a bubble bath.
6. The sound of my lovelies laughter.
7. Collecting random pretty things.
8. Coffee with just the right amount of cream and sugar.
9. A day spent cooking in the kitchen and meals shared with friends.
10. Strangers who smile.
photo by Denise Andrade www.bohophotography.blogspot.com
3. Going to the airport.
4. Freshly painted toes.
5. Reading while taking a bubble bath.
6. The sound of my lovelies laughter.
7. Collecting random pretty things.
8. Coffee with just the right amount of cream and sugar.
9. A day spent cooking in the kitchen and meals shared with friends.
10. Strangers who smile.
photo by Denise Andrade www.bohophotography.blogspot.com
July 31, 2009
July 30, 2009
Found!
my apologies for the crappy photographs, they were taken using my phone!
July 29, 2009
All Mixed Up
Today felt like the apocalypse here in NYC. Late this afternoon the skies turned a dramatic shade of yellow and then went pitch black and then the entire sky opened up and those of us lucky enough to be outside were suddenly ankle deep in water. It didn't rain down, it rained sideways but you were too busy covering your ears from the deafening thunder to really notice the way your clothes were suddenly sticking to your body.
So, the brightspot of the day? Wednesday's are CSA pickup days and Laena always comes back with cool vegetables and fruits and fresh eggs that almost make you want to adopt a chicken. Chickens like fire-escape abodes right? I love the CSA and don't let myself read their weekly emails because I love being surprised and forced to cook with whatever arrives from the farm. Really though, the whole point of this post was to mention that last night was about 90 degrees and tonight was a nice, rain chilled 75. Last night we made pizza (and did I mention that it was 90 degrees out? it was about 900 in our apartment). You can read more about that here. Tonight I used the leftover pork and sauteed some fresh summer corn, green chilies and mushrooms (thank you CSA) for some perfect summer tacos. All of this crazy weather is obviously starting to affect my brain. Signing off from the PNW (actually I hear it's over 100 in Seattle today). I'm off to google urban chicken farming.
So, the brightspot of the day? Wednesday's are CSA pickup days and Laena always comes back with cool vegetables and fruits and fresh eggs that almost make you want to adopt a chicken. Chickens like fire-escape abodes right? I love the CSA and don't let myself read their weekly emails because I love being surprised and forced to cook with whatever arrives from the farm. Really though, the whole point of this post was to mention that last night was about 90 degrees and tonight was a nice, rain chilled 75. Last night we made pizza (and did I mention that it was 90 degrees out? it was about 900 in our apartment). You can read more about that here. Tonight I used the leftover pork and sauteed some fresh summer corn, green chilies and mushrooms (thank you CSA) for some perfect summer tacos. All of this crazy weather is obviously starting to affect my brain. Signing off from the PNW (actually I hear it's over 100 in Seattle today). I'm off to google urban chicken farming.
CSA tacos--TJ's pulled pork, sauteed summer corn, chilies and mushrooms, fresh avocado and tomatoes and yogurt (a great sour cream substitute)
July 25, 2009
Thinking
About summer. And seasons. And trying to soak it all in.
Lately my life has been busy and rewarding and full on so many levels that it leaves me stressed out about fitting everything (especially some summer fun) in. There has only been one trip to the beach so far this year and I just realized that I haven't seen Steph, my closest CA friend since April. April! Life is just rushing by, August is rapidly approaching and I'm having trouble getting it all done.
It seems that when I fall behind at one project it permeates over to other areas of my life and I begin to feel unproductive and unable to accomplish even the simplest task. Lately I have had the luxury of being able to use a car in NYC, whether I am behind the wheel or being driven. This has been an amazing, eye opening experience. What was once an hour trip on the subway to pick up canning jars is suddenly a half hour (complete with a trunk and very little sweat). This has spoiled me--one of the joys (joys?) of living in the city is that you can be completely self sufficient without a car, I must not loose sight of this.
Yes, I am going to start looking at my life as busy and full and, most of the time, a complete blast. I'm going to spend the rest of the summer relishing the small moments in an attempt to get through all of the many demands and projects. A day without rain (ha, maybe that's what feels wrong--the "summer" temperatures are completely off). But you can still find the perfect peach. Or enjoy the breeze in the park--which are all green and lush. You can glimpse an occasional firefly-even here in the city. Or one can spend an evening watching the neighbors from the front stoop, campari and soda in hand. Now that's summer.
Lately my life has been busy and rewarding and full on so many levels that it leaves me stressed out about fitting everything (especially some summer fun) in. There has only been one trip to the beach so far this year and I just realized that I haven't seen Steph, my closest CA friend since April. April! Life is just rushing by, August is rapidly approaching and I'm having trouble getting it all done.
It seems that when I fall behind at one project it permeates over to other areas of my life and I begin to feel unproductive and unable to accomplish even the simplest task. Lately I have had the luxury of being able to use a car in NYC, whether I am behind the wheel or being driven. This has been an amazing, eye opening experience. What was once an hour trip on the subway to pick up canning jars is suddenly a half hour (complete with a trunk and very little sweat). This has spoiled me--one of the joys (joys?) of living in the city is that you can be completely self sufficient without a car, I must not loose sight of this.
Yes, I am going to start looking at my life as busy and full and, most of the time, a complete blast. I'm going to spend the rest of the summer relishing the small moments in an attempt to get through all of the many demands and projects. A day without rain (ha, maybe that's what feels wrong--the "summer" temperatures are completely off). But you can still find the perfect peach. Or enjoy the breeze in the park--which are all green and lush. You can glimpse an occasional firefly-even here in the city. Or one can spend an evening watching the neighbors from the front stoop, campari and soda in hand. Now that's summer.
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