June 24, 2008
Do you have a kid? Do you watch Jon and Kate Plus 8? You should. Every parent I know does. The Gosselins have eight kids. EIGHT. The show gives me hope that this one little guy of ours can't take us down, there's more of us than him. The show has also given me nightmares where I go to have another kid (in the singular form) and instead I am just packed full of triplets. Oy vey! I would not be able to pull that one off.
Oh speaking of kids - we got to visit Claudia & Phil in the hospital today and see little baby Jack who just entered the world. They're in for it. Don't tell them I said that.
Yuppie is the insult du jour. It really is the eighties all over again
And speaking of the eighties...I saw The Cure at Radio City Music Hall the other night. Oh yeah, was it ever the eighties, The Cure, the dancing, the craziness, the hijinks. I don't know that I am liberty to reveal the entirety of the night. I will just say it was very old school NY and may or may not have ended with a mugging. The only thing that made it clear that we were indeed in the '08 was the fact that some of the silliness was taped and up on youtube by the next day. FUNNY!
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Has everyone seen the schedule for McCarren Pool this summer? Movies are free, and although I think I have seen everything they are screening, I am seriously tempted by 28 Days Later and Desperately Seeking Susan. You down?
June 18, 2008
I forgot to post this earlier. Satan Hates You, a new horror flick being shot in the hood, wants to hate you in person...if you happen to be in Greenpoint. The production takes place on Sunday, June 22 they will be doing a “Halloween Party” shoot. Costumes are encouraged. Then on Friday, June 27 the bar scenes will be shot at Coco 66. SATAN WANTS YOU! And in return he will give you beer and a screen credit. .Click here for details.
June 16, 2008
Nana and Dev and I made our way over to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens last Friday. Oh, the horror that is the B43 bus. Whatever you do, don't get on that bus. But the gardens...ahhh, the gardens. Just lovely.
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So Nana came from Boston to visit for Daddy's day weekend. We hung around the house a lot, plagued by crazy torrential downpours and sudden hurricane-like winds. We got out for brunch. We made it to the Renegade Craft Fair in the park... besides for the trip to the flower garden, that was it.
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Jesus Christ, it is about time that someone, anyone, starts taking on the healthcare industry. The AMA? Ok, not what I would call an activist group, but at least they claim to want to make health insurers accountable for something. Anything. Sometimes I just sit around and make myself psycho over the state of affairs in this country. Healthcare, daycare, inflation, decrepit social services, beauracratic bullshit, of course I could go on and on. Give me a few drinks and I will. I'm all "viva la revolucion!" when I've had four or five. Seven or eight, I'm just slurring and trying to order a pizza. So catch me at the beginning of an evening and I'll give you an earful.
Mexican in Greenpoint. Oh, Pio Pio Riko is on that list and they are not Mexican, they are Peruvian. And one of the best kept secrets in the neighborhood. Of course, I keep telling everyone about them (I even spent 10 minutes with my cab driver going over their menu) so inevitably they will start charging lotsa money and take forever to deliver... but for now they are cheap cheap cheap and FAST. And believe me, I am one impatient bitch. So that says a lot. Oh, and Pio Pio Riko is so much fun to say!
Look at him! Such a soulful little guy.
I wanted a girl and I got a boy, and how. I remember how I cried at my sonnagram when they showed me Devlin's penis. They were not tears of joy. But now, wow, do I love my son. So funny how all parents say lame things like that and that they are all true.
June 13, 2008
Dev likes his daddy's glasses.
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June 10, 2008
I met A. over at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art...yeah, I went to LA and went to a museum and a book fair. Ironic, no? The elevators at the museum are cool. So is the permanent lamppost exhibit out front, as demonstrated in these shots:
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The trip was fun but I am more convinced then ever that I would never live in LA. Nice weather? Check. Um...what else is there? The last time I got jealous about lifestyles or even questioned what I am doing in Brooklyn, was when I was visiting a house out in Berkely, CA. A lovely little house, with a backyard and frontyard. A frontyard with trees and hummingbirds for christ sakes! HUMMINGBIRDS. There were no hummingbirds (at least not ones that I saw) in LA.
Anyhoo, A. was a good tour guide and took me out in Silver Lake one night for mexican food. Which actually ended up pretty beat. We decided to have mojitos to start with. Admittedly, it was my second time ever having mojitos and I am not sure what propelled us to make this selection but whatever. They came and I said "These aren't like I remember them...they're more minty?" And then we got our salads...holy mint. Spinach, avacado, shrimp and oh-so-much mint. Washed down by minty rum. We both ended up with aching stomachs that night.
So we met up at this other place later in the week, The Luna Park Restaurant, and had a delicious normal meal...I think tuna and cous cous or something like that. We ate there cos it was close to the el rey theatre we were stopping at next.
Update for Brooklyn locals: At the corner of Eckford & Norman there is a sandwich place called Forest Natural. Jim plays pinball there. They serve delicious sandwiches. I would give it an overwhelming thumbs up but they are just tiny bit slow...you can't be in any kind of rush when you go through those doors. Time stands still in Forest Natural.
Oh, goodness, did I get a chance to show you how cute and funny my kid is?
June 3, 2008
Ok, I'm back from LA. I'm still collecting myself and working off the jet-lag, but in the meantime, let me entertain you with this shot of Alec Baldwin.
Jim found out he was gonna be at the book show I was at and wanted me to go get his autograph. I was super busy at the show and ran by the signing to see what was up. There was Alec in all his six-pack a day bloated glory, signing what seemed to be one-color pamphet excerpts of whatever book he is going to be publishing. What a rip-off. Heads should roll at his publishing company.
Anyway, the line was way to long for me to get in, due to the fact that I was needed at an appointment STAT so I just jumped in the front and snagged this shot of him, then ran off. Am I a good wife or what?
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