January 2011
32 posts
ill (not the good kind)
Wait, I have to mention something about how incredibly sick I was about two weeks ago.
At 1pm on Thursday (January 9), my world was right: the day was half over, and my plan after work was to get a haircut, pick some some of my favorite Thai food (Spice/Sea Thai in the East Village, which I hadn’t had since moving out of the LES a few weeks back), and then head back to my empty Brooklyn...
success at work
Last week, Snooki’s book hit the New York Times Best-Seller list.
Yesterday, I saw that my book got a one star review (and a simple “not funny” comment) from someone who gave a four star review to Jodie Sweetin’s book (Jodie Sweetin is Stephanie Tanner, in case you don’t know).
Next week, I imagine the slutty coat check girl my local strip club will suddenly show up at my office and make a...
“Love drains from you, it takes with it much of your blood sugar and water...”
– This is Lorrie Moore, just KILLING IT. I’ve forgotten how much I love her stuff, and have loaded the ol’ Amazon cart with plenty more where that came from.
brunch and “bar crawl” recap
It would be hard to describe our weekend brunch and bar crawl as a “success,” but it certainly had its moments. Some highlights:
Incredible fucking dip (if I could choose a place to die, it would be in a tub filled with the onion dip).
Incredible fucking cupcakes (the salted caramel made me pee a little bit, but only it wasn’t pee but clear and more sticky and kinda smelled like bleach and felt...
in defense of bay ridge
This weekend, my lady and I are having a housewarming brunch and bar crawl in our new(-ish) apartment in our new(-ish) neighborhood, Bay Ridge (Brooklyn). The push-back about attending an event in Bay Ridge from both our groups of friends has been enormous; “Where is Bay Ridge, anyway? Isn’t that, like, near Delaware?”
In part, I don’t blame them. When I lived in Manhattan, I viewed Brooklyn...
titles
By the way, I’m going to start using some titles, at least occasionally. Just so you know.
(Oh, wait - no one’s reading this! I’m pretty much talking to myself! Love it.)
snooze
Each day this week I’ve woken up way before my alarm goes off. I’m not sure what time exactly, but in each case, it’s been dark out, so we’re talking several hours before my 8am wake up.
And I’ll lie there, tossing and turning, kinda falling back asleep but not really, and cursing myself, knowing that I’m tired and a huge fan of sleep, but, well, no dice.
And...
“Prosecutors said this week that “a significant number” of young women had...”
– I can’t tell you how much I fucking love this guy. Just keep going on with your bad self, Silvio.
Also, from an earlier article about this saga, I learned that the age of consent in Italy is 14 (!!!). Do you see what happens, Larry? Do you see what happens when you read the paper of...
After work, I got a haircut in the East Village, then decided to order my favorite Thai (Spice, formerly Sea) to bring back and consume in Brooklyn, then decided to have a beer at my old watering hole, Dempsey’s, while the food was being prepared.
Now I’m on beer four, the Thai food (which I left the bar to quickly pick up) is getting cold, and live Irish music is starting up.
Uh...
Mad props today to all the women in the work cafeteria who went ahead and got the bacon and corn chowder (and there were a few of them).
Even on a cold, slushy day, it takes a special kind of woman to get a bacon-packed chowder. Can’t say I’m not turned on by that, either.
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(One of) Six Songs
Just now, for the first time...
I went to the Apple Store over lunch to pick up a new iPod Classic (because my old one is dead and I have some long flights – Vegas, Amsterdam – coming up), when a guy in his mid-twenties approached me while I was walking around the store and asked, “Are you Jason Mulgrew?”
Now, this doesn’t happen a lot. But over the course of my “illustrious” “career,” it definitely has happened more than it...
Ray Lewis has the best post-murder career of all-time, right? I hope his PR people have won multiple awards for their work. Kudos to them.
Two nights ago, my lady and I ate at a place called Embers, which is a steakhouse in our ‘hood, Bay Ridge (that’s in Brooklyn) (the uncool/unhip part). I have two buddies who grew up in Bay Ridge, and they both agreed that this was the best steakhouse in the neighborhood.
Well.
Before we continue, you should know that I am a steak expert. Actually, I should clarify that: I am an expert...
I just put bacon on a cream cheese bagel.
There’s no turning back now.
“Caroline was from New Orleans, a beautiful girl with thick auburn hair who...”
– This is Thomas McGuane, just KILLING IT.
And this is me, reading and posting at 6:14am, because I can’t get back to sleep. Thursday, you already suck.
“Yeah, I don’t know of a lot of teams that win playoff games when they can’t...”
– My buddy Bryan, when I told him over email that I think our beloved Eagles might be bounced out of the playoffs this weekend by the Pack. Go Birds!
Note: I just have used “goddamned” as opposed to “goddamn” in the post below. I much prefer the former, as it sounds more old school and angry, perhaps because it can be used only as an adjective (“you goddamned scoundrel!”) as opposed to an adjective and an exclamation (e.g., one would never say, “Goddamned! That is some hot chili!”).
New...
“This [Chiefs-Raiders] game features a top-10 fantasy QB (Matt Cassel), two of...”
– Thank you, Bill Simmons. Even though I am very, very serious about fantasy sports, for years I’ve been unable to even read fantasy football analysis - even while pooping at work (which should really tell you something) - just by virtue of the fact that it’s the fantasy equivalent of...
Yesterday, I spent the day drinking a liter and a half of cherry Passover wine (cost: $8) out of wine pouch while dressed in a costume, wearing face paint and dancing to a brass and drum band (I also peed outside approximately nine times). Today, I’m sitting on the couch reading over 80+ pages of documents researching different international arbitration cases.
Honestly, I’m pretty much exactly...
