July 23, 2006
July 20, 2006
Best sighting ever on the Williamsburg Bridge...Malcolm Gladwell was up there this afternoon! I know, I know! I was thrilled. It took everything in me not to say something totally dorky to him. But I couldn't think of anything anyway...I went to a book signing he did for the Blink at BEA one year and all I got out when it was my turn was a high-pitched, "Hi!"
Ok, so here's the deal...I have not been posting a lot recently cos I've been working on a big project...real big...another human being big...Yes, I am pregnant. And, cross my fingers, hopefully everything will go smoothly with this one. I'm excited and anxious and crazy and above all I have been really, really sick this time around.
I'm also at that uncomfortable stage where I've put on weight but I don't quite look pregnant yet. I look like I drink way too much beer and I've consumed a few too many hoagies.
So anyway, this magazine interviewed me last week for a piece they were doing on the book industry. Sounds somewhat cool right? And then once we wrapped the interview, the writer was like, "Ok, when should I send the photographer over to take your photo?"
I had no
idea there was going to be PHOTO running with the piece.
So I told them I would send them one instead, thinking I could find at
least one suitable photo at home. But no, no such pictures exist of me
acting even quasi-normal. In every picture we have I am drinking or smoking
or throwing fake gang signs and making dumb faces.
We decided that Jim would just take a quick shot of me that night, but when I went to put on some work-stylie clothes (basically a shirt & jacket) I found out that NONE of my business clothes fit.
I could not fucking button anything! SoI ended up sitting there stuffed into the biggest shirt I could find...the one that used to be in the back of the closet that was loose & unflattering...now totally pinned up on the inside so it didn't look like it was coming apart. On the bottom I wore sweatpants and told Jim to make sure he didn't shot me below the waist.
And then I just start crying because it is all so awful. So we have to take a fifteen minute break for me to collect myself....and then we got a picture. I look lumpy in it. Not fun.
I am a superfast walker. I walk fast all the time, and I walk everywhere. I am like the biggest walker I know. And the thing is its not even like a have the natural build to be a fast walker. I am built more like a Corgi. All torso, no legs. And I am not especially athletic. This is a talent I have developed over years. So it kills me...just kills me to get stuck behind the slow pokes of the world who I both pity and scorn.
Ok guys, I am turning into that slow poke...that clueless tourist... that asshole meandering down the sidewalk with the golfing umbrella open. My new physical condition has been slowing me down and that is pissing me off as well. I gotta a lot of complaints nowadays, people.
On to news about other people - Anthony Bourdain, author of Kitchen Confidential and executive chef at Les Halles (which is my favorite worktime lunch spot) was shooting his televsion show No Reservations in Lebannon, and I guess he and his crew are trapped there now.
Editor's notes to Sweet Child O' Mine.
The water taxi has now officially launched from Williamsburg to Wall Street. Supposedly this is the death of hipster Williamsburg. I'm not a hipster, nor am I a suit that works on Wall Street. But y'know a boat ride with hot chocolate sounds like a dream compared to the morning L train commute...am I alone in this feeling?
Oh, and the L is NOT the only way to the city from this edge of Brooklyn. There is always the Jamz. That the much less popular JM-Z line. Someone said that to me one morning - "There is always the Jamz" - when we were all stuck and couldn't fit on an L train and it tends to run through my head every morning since.
Speaking of Williamsburg, do you watch Entourage? Here's a little clip of Adrian Grenier from the show waiting for a car in the hood. And I totally want to say something smarmy about the guy, but he sounds like a nice person. And I love the street shot after they ask him whether Williamsburg is like Hollywood.
Jesus god - Its the Cadbury Creme Egg Bar!
July 5, 2006
So didya have fun on the 4th of July? There was a break in the recent monsoon-like weather that allowed us to actually see fireworks. I didn't take any photos cos my fireworks pictures are always so uninspired and sad. We do have a good viewing vantage in our part of Brooklyn though - we are on the East river across from the Empire State Building. So the fireworks look like this, and this, and this, and this. Its like you were there!
So there is a graffiti exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum. I'm psyched to go, even if it didn't get the best reviews. NY magazine but together this nifty graf timeline to kick the event off.
In sadder news, Sleater Kinney is no more.
In good rock news, Axl Rose bites a security guard. How Tyson of him.
Have I ever spoken of my obsession with what is commonly referred to as "Madonna Claws"? Well, I am horrified by the whole idea of ones hands being more aged than ones face. A number of years ago, I turned Jenny O on to my obsession so that she could also worry about the ravages of times on her paws. I kinda calmed down on the whole subject in recent times...until I started doing business with this woman. A woman with the face (and supposed age) of a 40-something. But with the raggedy-ass hands of an eighty year old....shudder....
Anyhoo, this is all leading back to Madonna claws.
San Loco comes to Wburg and life is that much better.
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