Shack-Attack

In August I have Friday afternoons off, so yesterday we decided to take in a movie. We saw GI Joe at the Village East Cinema. In their main theater, which clearly used to be a live theater and was grand with a gorgeous ceiling and drapery, we were two of four people. The screen was HUGE and we sat in the balcony and were dead center on the screen. It was very cool, and the movie was OK for what it was. I really like the Black Eyed Peas' end credits song. I forgot that upbeat music makes my body (or any body probably) want to move. I should keep that in mind for exercising purposes!

So today we woke up with the idea to DO something, but it didn't feel right to just go see another movie. I mean, we live in NYC, surely there's something new to do. Initially we thought about The UN, something we've never explored, but in the end we decided to stick closer to home and visit the Museum of Sex. The main exhibit was a scientific look at animals' mating and procreation, so overall it was pretty interesting. The upstairs was something else though ... but it was educational and eye opening.

After that, we were in the Madison Square Park area and decided to check out The Shake Shack, which was something I've heard about on The Food Network's Unwrapped and elsewhere. Even though we've lived in the city for coming up on two full years, we've never been there. The line is always long (there's even a webcam so you can check the line before you go out and brave it), so they must be doing something right. The prices are also relatively cheap.

This picture is of Shawn and me waiting in line to order. I think all together it was worth the wait (tasty burger and super-thick shake) and a really good late lunch/early supper, given the timing when we were there. (And our wait was less than 30 minutes I'd say.) But the Oklahoman in me still thinks it doesn't come close to the yum that is Braum's...

Before we left I made a video tour of our apartment, which I uploaded to YouTube in private mode. OF COURSE you can only share private videos with other YouTube members ... so I'm searching for a solution (I only want to share the video w/ people I've vetted ... not that it's interesting but it does show our address and all our stuff ... not that it's really worth stealing, but you get the idea) ... I think Vimeo might be the ticket. The video is uploading now but needs to be converted before it's viewable/share-able.

Anyway, I think with this program I can send e-mails to those I know will be interested in seeing the bland apartment video (really it's just a tour of the place ... and the camera shakes enough to think that I've got the palsy or something). The e-mail will include the link and password to access the video. If you don't get an e-mail from me/Vimeo and would like to see the video, shoot me an e-mail and I'll set it up.

Telemarketing

I've complained about this on Twitter, but it's so bad that I decided it deserves a post here.

We got a "land line" phone as part of our cable-internet package. It's cheaper than not having it, and it's nice to have a reliable connection for calls and dialing into hour-plus work conference calls (a cell near my brain for so long isn't really my idea of a good time). So great. Or not.

Shawn and I have given the phone number to exactly THREE (3) people: my mom, his mom and my grandma. None of them have called on this number yet. BUT in the week since it was activated, we've received 27 calls. After the first couple telemarketer calls I just stopped answering everything.

I had forgotten how much I hate the shrill ring ... and the inability to just mute-that-crap if I don't want to bother with it (I did resort to unplugging the phone for a while during a crucial work call on my cell).

One sorta neat thing is that when someone calls and the TV is on, the caller ID shows up in the upper left corner of the TV - just like in the commercial that I hate so much. Not so useful if you know you NEVER want to answer the phone.

(Shawn added our number to the do-not-call list, but it takes a month to take effect)

Beatles Rock Band



I read the New York Times Magazine article (While My Guitar Gently Beeps) about the Beatles Rock Band coming out next month and MAN I think I could really dig that. Seeing this video trailer is pretty amazing too. In the mean time, I think I'll pull out the Beatles tracks and have a little groove session of my own.

Husband

Shawn had me take his picture today - wearing a suit for no real reason. Too handsome!

You can also see a bit of the layout of our apartment (and the mess remaining to be picked up). Soon I'm going to make a little video tour of the apartment (password protected just in case), so look for that somewhat soon.

Tales from NYC Grocery Shopping

I've mentioned here before about having our groceries delivered. That's true for probably 90-95% of our foodstuffs. But every now and then I get an itch to make something, or FreshDirect is out of an ingredient, or I just need to get out of the house and a trip to the grocery store is the ticket.

Tonight was a combination and I went to Gristede's on W 4th - about 2 blocks from the apartment. It's dinky and usually smelly but not so bad. Tonight it was AWFUL. I went to the frozen foods section and it smelled like cat urine. SEVERELY. UGH.

I walked back to the front, put my basket back and left - walking the extra 5 blocks or so to Morton Williams on Bleeker. It's a larger store and cleaner/smells like a grocery store and fresh produce ... NOT pee. So that was good. But of course I had to run into a hippy dippy mom and her two kids. Not that there's anything wrong with being hippy dippy, but I'd rather not have my shins smashed with a tiny grocery cart or see half naked kids wandering around the food. I also would rather not get a lecture on whether I should buy bagels. It was the WEIRDEST thing ... she was lecturing her kids about the preservatives in bagels and gave me the stink eye for picking up a bag of them. For Pete's sake, we're in NYC.

Anyway, after a LONG wait in line I got my 3 items and packed it up to go home. A day in the life I guess.

Shop-zilla

Just home from Ikea. Shawn is putting together a little kitchen cart thing so we'll have a drawer for silverware and a bit more counter space for chopping and what-not. There's even space for my Kitchen Aid mixer on the bottom shelf, so there's that.

Otherwise, GIANT bust. We were going to get more items, but in the U-Haul rental line we were behind the guy who got the last van. Just my luck. But we ended up not having a great shopping experience otherwise b/c most of what I wanted ... well, wasn't.

If we had rented the van I would have gotten a mirror closet door for my Ikea Pax closet thing, but I can get a full length mirror from K-Mart and put it on the bathroom door instead. We also would have stopped at Target if we'd had the van, but the free Ikea water taxi is one way back to Manhattan, the isle of no Targets.

I wanted some curtains. All Ikea had was ... not what I wanted. The curtains we used upstairs aren't long enough for this window - because of how the curtain rod is hung. No big deal, but it's CONSIDERABLY brighter in here than our other apartment. Gah.

I really want a sink skirt for the bathroom pedestal sink (downstairs we had a vanity cupboard type). I didn't really think Ikea would have those, but it doesn't look like there are any nice ones to be found online either. I found one I like on Real Simple, which gives instructions to make one from a sheet. Uh, I'm sure I couldn't, and I'm sure if I tried it wouldn't look anything like the crisp neat box-style shown here.

We need a knob for a hand-me-down table that has a drawer but no pull ... probably can find one at a hardware store, but I thought for SURE Ikea would have some that would work. Negativo, unless we had a drill.

I want a counter top gap-stop thing to span the space between where the sink counter stops and the stove begins. It's much wider than the previous kitchen, and I know it will be filthy within a matter of days. I'm being uber-careful right now, but I know that won't last.

And Ikea of course didn't have the toilet paper stand I wanted, or even anything remotely like that.

The taxi ride back from the water taxi was excruciating. Lots of traffic and an idiot driver who talked on his cell phone (illegal) and passed the turns to get to our apartment. The taxi ride was ALMOST as much as it would have been to rent the van, had one been available.

Then there's a street festival here near our house. I went ahead and walked through it - NOTHING. I am looking for another bubble-style umbrella for NLP, but I'm thinking that will just have to be an Amazon purchase too. Looks like online shopping is in my future. So I guess that's not too bad. But have I mentioned lately how I feel about NYC?

November Pattern


Green-for-Jen
Originally uploaded by silvermari
Here's the blanket. Isn't it great?

I hope Jen thinks so. I plan to get it ready and in the mail tomorrow. I am loving the "designer" Red Heart yarn color, and she asked for purple, which really sets off the apple green. Everything worked up SO fast, and I'm just itching to move onto the next one.

The size is 34" by 42" ... I should start putting something in the picture for scale, because our lame-oh KMartique bedspread doesn't really cut it.

Abandon

Plans change. Seems like our house guests aren't coming this weekend after all. Maybe sometime in September. They couldn't find a kennel for their dog. So more nesting and unpacking for me. Maybe Shawn and I will do an Ikea run.

One thing I want to get is a toilet paper stand to hold extra rolls and to actually house an unroll-able roll. There's a TP holder in the bathroom, but it's so inconvenient, basically completely behind the toilet, so that I can't reach it without literally twisting on the seat. And there's space to either side where a stand could fit. Like this one from Target for ~$15:

Another WEIRD thing is that the light switch for the bathroom is outside the bathroom. That means someone could play a dirty trick on me in the shower. It will take some getting used to, and the good news is the light switch is on the way to the bathroom. :)

There are no drawers in the kitchen, so the silverware is living on top of the fridge. There are other little quirks to work out, but it seems like we have so much more space with all our various rubbermaid storage bins tucked away in the little side room/closet area.

A/C installation went well, as did the cable/internet. We have a phone line now, which could come in handy for work conference calls and for lowering my cell phone bill! Everything's coming together, which is a very good thing.

Photos and description of baby blanket coming soon.

From Shawn's Office

Nothing goes the way I expect it to. NOTHING. I should learn to expect that (then maybe things would go as expected?)

The move this morning started out fine. The TV's cable box was flashing a message that digital cable had been turned off. Harbinger of things to come ... or foreshadowing or something.

I was sure I wouldn't be able to go online, but I was able to turn on my computer, check work e-mail. So we got going with the reserved elevator and the borrowed dolly. After moving the dressers (still full), the closet-thing and the kitchen table, it was time to move the desk. Internet was still working, but we had to disconnect to get the desk out and leave only the tower, monitor, mouse and keyboard. Once we moved the desk we set the computer, modem and router back up. For a moment it worked - I saw a few current tweets on my iGoogle start up page. Then nothing.

Nothing.

We tried a few things, then decided to go shower before hassling with it anymore. I called Time Warner Cable (not quite as bad as Comcast, but still it's a cable company). Originally they told me the cable in 5H wouldn't be turned off until AFTER it had been turned on in 8G, which meant I could continue working with minimal interruption. I spoke to a different person when I called today to check on the problem, and she said I was mistaken and was very short and downright rude (what else should I expect from customer service, right?). She couldn't do anything for me/couldn't remotely turn on the Internet in either apartment and had no explanation for why I'd been misinformed or why the Internet had briefly worked this morning.

Anyway, no cable or Internet in either apartment until the cable tech comes tomorrow - 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. window. Great.

So I have this vintage 2003 laptop (sounds better than saying crappy hunk-a-junk, and it can probably read what I'm typing!), and the last time I used it was at a hotel in Alexandria and wifi worked fine/automatically. So I pack it up and head to Cosi, planning to wile away the afternoon working on this ancient machine and sipping semi-OK coffee. After ordering lunch and securing a table-with-an-outlet, the computer decides nope, wireless won't work today. The device manager is entirely empty, and who knows what the problem is. Definitely stems from the pre-big-work-event melt down, but I hope to just get a new computer instead of spend time solving this one's problems.

To recap - no Internet, no computer, no problem. Shawn lets me go to his office while he finishes up moving our powerful air conditioner to the new apartment (installers coming tomorrow morning). His office mate is A-OK with me crashing the party. I'm able to do a bit of work, but of course there are files I need here, or VPN access I need there. When Shawn got to work (after the AC move and a shower of his own), I gave him back his computer and fired up my own, which does work when it's connected directly to the university network.

So here I am, with a decrepit computer, borrowing Internet and hobbling along workwise. Thank goodness this is only for one day (possibly less than one day if the cable guy comes at 2 p.m., yeah right) ... and once I'm all set up again it will be smooth sailing (knock on wood).

One good thing: we have the season 2 Dexter finale DVD to watch tonight, and there's plenty of unpacking and nesting to be done. And by this time tomorrow everything should be golden again.

Perception

Stepping off the elevator onto the 8th floor provides a unique olfactory experience for me.

I kid you not, it smells EXACTLY like the Georgetown apartments from summer 01. Maybe just the boys' apartment across the hall - a cologne smell from the Zachs. Whatever it is - I find myself hoping that it is always there and hoping that it dissipates. I'm sure either way I'll stop noticing, just like I don't really notice the smells on the 5th floor.

I don't have digital photos from that time/summer. I was still a film camera girl. But when I get set up again, if the smell's still there, I might be driven to get them out and scan one or two.

General update - most everything is moved, except the dressers, desk, table, chairs, TV and some kitchen and bathroom paraphernalia. The small stuff will probably be taken care of tonight after supper. Then we have an elevator reserved for tomorrow morning/time off approved (for me) to move the rest. I don't think it will take more than a couple hours.

I'm keeping the computer and modem hooked up Thursday morning until 1:30 or so. The cable guy will come to set up between 2-4, which means some more down time. But after that I should be ready to seamlessly work from the new place. Turbo nesting will commence, as our first visitors are coming sometime Friday for the weekend. I still don't know what we're going to do/what they want to do, but I do know that with these guys it will be crazy fun.

I'm washing a baby blanket for my friend Jen right now - can't wait to post photos of it. Seriously it is one of the most darling I've ever done. I know I say that always, but the color scheme of this one is incredible (Jen picked the general colors), and the new pattern worked up SO quickly and beautifully. Of course my math skills stink and I have double the amount of yarn and could make a SECOND version. I'll probably put it toward another new pattern for a baby unknown. Or perhaps I'll donate it to my church's craft fair. (I've stopped working on the bedspread for me ... I still plan to finish it, but I just haven't been working on it at all.) I also have a few Christmas projects started.

Our bed is upstairs so we're sleeping there tonight and from now on. The AC there works OK, but we're moving our own up there (12000 BTUs vs. 8000 I think). The installers for that come Thursday too, so it will be a lot of coordination. OIY. I also need to order groceries for our house guests. It's always something.

Review: Star Trek: Mere Anarchy

Star Trek: Mere Anarchy (Star Trek) Star Trek: Mere Anarchy by Margaret Wander Bonanno

My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I learned that I like Star Trek just as much to read as to watch (which is to say ... meh). I got this as a cheapie book at Strand (a recurring theme for me I think), and it was a good few bucks spent. The writing is easy to read, as in probably middle school level. That made it perfect for travel reading when I was half listening for announcements or whatever. The book's size (six short books in one) made it less travel friendly, but I didn't have to worry about running out of reading material!

I didn't get a lot of the references to the movies and other Star Trek things, but the story itself, written originally as e-Books and by 7 authors, was good, although with a few tangents that probably would have meant more if I were more well versed in Trekkie speak. I definitely pictured the original cast as I was reading, rather than Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto.

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Mid Day Smiles

The move continues - we're probably 1/2 done, doing it piece by piece, bit by bit. Exhausting. The plan is to finish the big stuff on Wednesday morning. The AC installers and cable/internet will arrive on Thursday, at which point will be finito, officially moved from 5-hell to 8-great. Despite the overwhelming-ness of moving, I'm trying to cling to a positive attitude.

Am rocking and rolling at work today, which is a marked improvement over last week. Travel takes a lot out of me, as does being an idiot about some things. I think everything is smoothed over and OK, but my obsessive nature doesn't make it quite so easy.

But this post is about SMILES. Right.

I sent an update to a couple coworkers who routinely send me snail mail about the change in address. In my cheeky fashion I mentioned that I would expect love notes and the like. The response "composing love note now." Even though it's totally dorky and dumb of me, I'm still grinning about that. Goofball alert.

Ah, but the biggest, best news:

My best friend from forever* on had her baby on Saturday!!!! WAHOO!!! I won't post deets here, as she's not really into blogging or lifecasting, but I will say that a healthy baby girl has been added to the list of people I love. Can't wait to meet her!

*Our moms met while we were in the womb, and we played together all the way through until our last sporting event as high school seniors.

What a Week

I started the week feeling blue, and while I still feel a little blue it's for entirely different reasons! I am SO tempted to list all the things that went wrong this week (from not packing a single writing implement and buying yet MORE pens at Penn Station to gaffes at work and my limited public speaking skills) - but I'll try to be more positive. ... WHOOPS!

The office closes at 1 p.m. on Fridays, but here I am at almost 3 p.m. finishing things up. I'm giving up soon. The computer is giving me fits - Outlook isn't connecting, every single program is slow and wah-wah-wah.

I think I've mentioned that Shawn and I are moving to a slightly larger apartment upstairs recently vacated by our friend Frank. We were hoping to get moved today BUT the key just hasn't come through. There's a slight possibility Shawn could get the key today and we could move small things and clean over the weekend (we need to reserve an elevator to move furniture, and that can only be done on a weekday).

I scheduled the cable-internet change to happen next week. The soonest they could have a tech come out was Thursday, so that means I'll have my desk here until then, so as to limit work interruptions. Meaning even if we get access to the other apartment before then we'll have to keep access to this one at least until the internet works upstairs. Sadness for the girl who's moving in here next.

Here's something happy - my cable bill will go down and my service will go up (at least this is what they tell me). I'm doing the triple play, which means I will get a phone number too ... for less money than I pay now. Also going to upgrade to DVR because with the VCR I don't have the option to tape one thing and watch another. Yes, I know my life is ruled a lot by TV. It's in my genes!

Another happy thing - In just three short weeks Shawn and I will be jetting away to Oklahoma for the fifth birthday of the sweetest Oklahoma kid I know! We'll be there for more than a week. I'll still work mornings while Owen is in KINDERGARTEN (first day=Aug. 17). Can you imagine?! Also, my mom finally has high speed wireless internet in the house - WiFi comes to BFE.

What I WANTED to do with my afternoon off was hit up the Titanic exhibit in Times Square. I think there's still enough time to do it. Wish a baby Owen was here to enjoy it with me. Man, this post DID end on a happy note and here I am smiling again and thinking I just might make it through despite my flaws and mistakes!

UPDATE: We got the keys!!!

How I Feel Before My Work Trip

Here's hoping the clouds break and I feel less ... eeyore-ish ... tomorrow.

New York Aquarium


July 4, 2009 - the sweetest little kid (funny face) and the rest of the gang at the New York Aquarium in Coney Island, NY.

Running Commentary

It's Friday - woo hoo! Last Friday in July, which means NEXT Friday I get 1/2 day off. If it's moving day I might take the rest of the day, but that whole thing hasn't been completely sorted out (moving definitely, timing TBD).

Last night went to Michaels on the subway fun pass from Dale & Steve and got the most gorgeous spring green yarn for a new baby blanket pattern. I started last night and it's going so great it's all I can do to keep from picking it up and crocheting on.

Shawn told me today that NYU offers Dell discounts - including on a PLUM PURPLE laptop. Could I do that?! Also, I scheduled my last student loan payment for next payday. Hoarding savings even more ... here we come!

The plan for tonight includes Harry Potter. We'll see how it goes - it's so rainy outside. But I DO need to get out of the apartment at least once/day... For now, making hamburger patties and wishing I had a can of green beans like Gran serves.

NYC Photos

Just uploaded the photos from the in-laws' visit to Flickr in the NYC July 09 album.

The Walkers and Lady Liberty

Lunch Thought: Facebook

I typically don't post anything on my Facebook account. There are people on there who I KNOW are reading ... people from my past lives, so to speak. A recent comment exchange on something I posted explains why I do not connect this blog to my Facebook page, even though it would bring in more readers.

I posted a link to a book that's being promoted by my work/in which my organization is mentioned. It's a book I have yet to read, but the premise and reviews ... all signs point to me liking it. I basically said that in the comment and the reason I mentioned it at all was that I was on a conference call with the authors.

A girl from high school, someone still back home and whom I could disparage and compare myself favorably to, wrote something like "Sounds too wordy and opinionated." At first I was peeved, then I thought meh. I wrote back "You're right - books are wordy. And opinion is often the name of the game at my job." (Or something like that - I'm not going to look it up.) She writes back something about "$5 words in four out of every five words."

I've left it at that and there's nothing else to say. But when I read it I was definitely back to the nerd, smarty pants I was in high school. And I think that was the point of her comments.

Then I remembered I'm married to a PhD, and he laughed like a maniac at my "books are wordy" comment when I told him, so who cares what some random friend from my childhood thinks... (Answer: I do.)

Reservations

Booking a trip next week to DC. I was just there last week, but hopefully this will be the last trip for a while.

Option A - train directly to Alexandria ... a 4 hour ride (because of the extra wait at Union Station in DC) ... I'm let off just a few blocks from the office, so it's considerably less schlepping time

Option B - train to Washington ... a 3 hour and 20 minute ride ... I could POSSIBLY get to the office a little faster if the Metro were working in my favor, but then I'd have to schlep my bag from Amtrak to Metro, hassle with the card (somewhere between moving here and my first few trips back I lost my Smartrip card ... and I'm pretty sure I OWED money on it, so who knows) and then arrive a few blocks from the office.

Yeah, I think option A is better, although neither is super appealing.

I am staying two nights at my friend/coworker Barbara's. I would go into that more, but I won't.

Here's a picture from Times Square after the 39 Steps play:

I need to ask Dale about posting more pictures online/if she's OK with me linking them here. Not that I have stranger-danger readers (or really many readers period), but you know.

Also, I realized in addition to food there was another pattern in the inlaws' trip ... "Do you see what I've had to put up with?!" Both to me and about me! Makes me smile just thinking of it.

In-Laws and Out-Laws

Shawn's parents came to visit this last weekend. We celebrated Steve's birthday and partied down. Their train arrived Friday around 2 p.m., and then:
  • Friday evening, Times Square and 39 Steps on Broadway - funny, tongue-in-cheek show w/ 4 actors, with three playing MULTIPLE roles, sometimes at the same time. Very clever and entertaining ... lots of Alfred Hitchcock references.
  • Saturday - breakfast at home, picnic lunch at Liberty Island ... Statue of Liberty provided our shade (well, the trees around her base did). We also walked all over Ellis Island, and I saw some parts of that museum that I missed the last time I was there. Dinner at Silver Spur diner - not so great.
  • Sunday - breakfast at home, train to Bronx Zoo. QUITE an ordeal to get there, of course because of the subway schedules. Jeez-a-roni. Lunch there and saw loads of animals. I think my favorite was the elephant. Pork chops at home for dinner. So yummy.
  • Monday - I stayed here and worked, Shawn and co. went to Coney Island and the aquarium. Nathan's hot dogs! We had supper at Patsy's ... authentic NYC pizza? Was pretty tasty and we had a fruit "dump" cake for dinner. (Notice the pattern of FOOD? Such is life.)
Their train left today around 2 p.m., and they will be on the train until LATE tonight. It was a great trip, and I'm so lucky to have such amazing in-laws. More photos will be uploaded to Flickr.


Birthday Girl

Happy Birthday, Beth!

Bus Ride

I rode the bus back from the chiropractor today (a bus ride is a transfer, but a return trip on the subway is another $2.25). The bus was full, but there was room for me. A guy got on using the back doors, which pissed off the driver. He made him come up (through the crowd of people) and swipe his card. I was standing so that the guy reached across me. His arm started brushing across my bust and I instinctively went down, i.e. crouched, so he could reach over me. I guess the driver thought I fainted or something because he kept saying "are you OK?"

Yeah, I'm OK. But I guess I must look older than I am or something for people to think I can't just duck to avoid a pervert's arm.

Review: Memory

Memory: A Novel Memory: A Novel by Philippe Grimbert

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A slim novel, Memory is translated from the original French. It was published first in the UK in English as "Secret." It's a novel that reads like a memoir, especially because the subject's first name is never spoken but his family name is the same as the author's. The timing/age of the author based on his jacket photo also make it confusing.

It's a novel about a family secret having to do with The Holocaust and missing family members. Some clunky writing in places, likely due to the translations, but in other places very nice. The plot itself moves quickly and is gripping. I read this book in two settings (would have been one, but hunger and dinner making triumphed).

I really liked it, and it brought back memories of my childhood reading materials, and how in about sixth grade I read everything I could get my hands on related to World War II and the Holocaust. I even had a timeline poster in my room. Probably not an unusual obsession, but still strange.

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How to Make a Stove Top Espresso Latte

For my mother, who enjoyed this new trick of mine on her recent visit. I've been making these daily, and for pennies I have a latte experience. It is more work than having the barista make it for me, but no waiting in line!

Tools You Need:
  • Stove Top Espresso pot (I bought mine from Amazon: This is the one I purchased, but the photo on this page doesn't match the one I ordered or received, so not sure what's the deal.)
  • AeroLatte foamer/whipper (also from Amazon)
  • Glass measuring cup, or some other microwave-proof vessel
  • Finely ground coffee (lots of online resources recommend this from Amazon, but I get my beans from FreshDirect and ask them to grind them for a stove top espresso pot)
  • Milk (I find skim foams best)
  • Latte mug
When you get the espresso pot, you have to brew a few pots of just water before using it. There are instructions with the pot, but the procedure is basically this:

Fill the bottom part with water up to a little gold nub on the side. I use tap water instead of Brita water after reading something online that suggested the coffee oils release better. Who knows though.

Then place the mesh middle piece of the pot on top and fill it with ground coffee. I loosely pack my coffee, even though I've read not to do that; the hot water from below will pack it.

Screw the top pot-piece on and place the assembled pot on a burner. Keep it slightly away off-center to keep the handle from getting hot or melting (mine has a plastic handle).

Turn on the heat to medium-high and set a timer for 4 minutes. Watch the pot and when it boils, it's done. But 4 minutes is about right for my 3-cup model. (The water in the bottom chamber heats up, pressure builds to push it up through the coffee grounds and into the pot chamber above. The coffee will be boiling, and if you let it keep boiling I think it gets bitter. Learn how these types of coffee pots works on Wikipedia.)

While the pot is working, put 1 cup of skim milk into the measuring cup. Microwave for 1 minute, or until hot.

Use the AeroLatte foamer to whip the milk. I can get 1 cup of milk to have 2 cups of volume if I spend enough time on it - just pull the foamer up to the top to build bubbles upon bubbles. It's not quite the same as a coffee house steam wand, but it mimics the final product.

Once the coffee is ready, pour the entire content of the pot, all 3 "cups," into the latte mug (it's not 3 fluid cups, but 3 "shots" - you may find you like less per latte). Add the milk on top. The foam will cling and you may have to spoon it on top and can make pretty patterns.

Enjoy!

Cleaning the pot is easy, but I think you may have to do it by hand - certainly waiting until it's cool. Don't re-assemble the pot when it's wet, but let the pieces air dry fully before storing. (Making a second pot while it's still wet hasn't been a problem for me though!)

Also, to make other drinks with your "espresso" and "steamed milk," see this illustrated coffee guide, which has been making the rounds online for more than a year, and is still a perfectly concise way to relay the recipes.

Review: You Make Me Feel Like an Unnatural Woman

You Make Me Feel Like an Unnatural Woman: The Diary of a New Mother You Make Me Feel Like an Unnatural Woman: The Diary of a New Mother by Judith Newman

My rating: 3 of 5 stars
A $1 Housingworks Sale find. An easy read that I devoured quickly.

This book chronicles the struggles of a woman trying to get pregnant in her 40s. She has twins and the book continues until they're ~20 months old. She lives in Manhattan, apparently in our neighborhood.

My favorite passage is about her trying to get a key to the NYU residential playground, the one we could have access to if we had kids because we're NYU residents. She describes the real estate manager exactly as I imagine her to be when Shawn describes the woman he deals with (Shawn's pretty sure it's not the same woman):
"[The Key Park:] is controlled by a bureaucrat in one of NYU's real estate management offices who gives out keys by whim, a woman I know nothing about. But as my frustration has grown I have become fond of ascribing her new identities and new levels of insanity. Most recently I decided she was someone who owns many, many parakeets."
From earlier in the book, a thought on marriage that cracked me up: "Men look at marriages as a contract: you change, you break the contract. Women look at marriage as a screen play. You change? Call in a rewrite!"

I can't say I'd recommend going to any effort to find and read this book (unless you are struggling with infertility - I think success stories of similar problems would probably be welcome then ... and this is well written and funny and touching), but if you happen across it, definitely work a buck.

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FWD: The Power of A.C.T.S.

The Power of A.C.T.S.
This devotional was written by Robin Dugall

It happened that while Jesus was praying in a certain place, after He had finished, one of His disciples said to Him, "Lord, teach us to pray just as John also taught his disciples." —Luke 11:1

Within the first few months after I dedicated my life to Jesus, I was told that I needed to pray. I had never been taught to pray as a younger person. I had been attending a church where all the prayers were printed in books and recited only in worship experiences by a man in the front of the church, who wore a robe. It was my impression that only trained people knew how to really pray and that if I prayed at all, I had to find a book to use.

No one had ever taken the time to explain prayer to me. That was soon to become a problem when my youth pastor asked me one night at a Bible study, “Robin, why don’t you pray for us?” I went into shock. Shock, however, is not what God has in mind for His followers when it comes to prayer!

In God’s eyes, there is no off-limits to prayer. As Christ-followers, we have been given “bold access” to God. When it comes to prayer, God has given us an open door to pray in any and all ways possible. When I was 17-years-old, I learned a great model for praying that I still find helpful today. It revolutionized my life and still guides me as I come into deeper relationship with God through prayer. It’s called A.C.T.S. and I hope you too, will find it helpful in your own prayer life.

Adoration
– All prayer should include worship. Begin with the phrase, "I love (or adore) You, God, because You are… " The goal is to focus on an attribute of God. "Praise Him for who He is, not what He does," I remind myself. We can always find words of adoration in the Psalms.

Confession
– We need to remember that we are broken and need healing. Take time in prayer to say, "Lord, please forgive me for…" or "I’m sorry I… " Be as specific as possible. Think back over the day to a time when you did wrong or were disobedient. Confession keeps us humble before God.

Thanksgiving
- Teach yourself this important aspect of prayer: thanking God. You can thank God for the good things that have happened during the day or for special people in your life.

Supplication
– This is what we most often do during prayer, asking God for “things.” Divide this category into two parts: praying for others and praying for yourself.

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Revolt

We just got back from a free screening of a movie coming out in October, Youth in Revolt. I'm not sure we're the target audience, but it was pretty cute and I like Michael Cera. Reminded me of Juno - teenagers using $10 vocabulary words and quirky cartoons throughout. Stuff to do like this is reason number 3 that I like New York (number 1 being that Shawn lives here and number 2 being that it's a cool enough place for people we love to want to come visit us often)... Don't get me started on the list of reasons I don't like/want out of New York.

Speaking of movie stars, I forgot to mention that when we were in Central Park walking to the bus from Turtle Pond a movie star whizzed right by us on his bike. Leonardo DiCaprio, with his beard and a hat - but definitely him. I nudged Beth and she agreed. I checked later and he was definitely in NYC, so yep, we saw him. :) Funny since Owen is in a phase of being SUPER interested in the Titanic ... we saw the star of the film Titanic!

Pantene Pro V

Hey, you.

Wanna know a secret?

If you soak your shoe in Pantene Pro V shampoo, your feet won't stink after a full day of walking around New York City.

Yep, you heard me right.

How do I know, you ask?

Ah ... I know because my mom brought my husband a giant, Sam-sized bottle of Pantene shampoo that was "somehow" opened in her suitcase (aka the TSA inspectors who left the note must have been upset that she packed a suitcase inside a suitcase and gave her a surprise).

Unfortunately the scent only lasted one day and the shoes in question went back to being regular and smelly by day 2. And because they were still Pantene soaked, despite lots of rinsing, the dirt and grime of the city clung to them.

Poor Beth - only one of her shoes got soaked - so she had one dirty shoe (that smelled super clean for one day) and one normal shoe.

The price you pay for pleasing Shawn? Perhaps.

Blood Drive, Continued

Here's my creepy blood donation bruise - photo a bit fuzzy from the webcam, so you'll have to trust me. It's probably going to get grosser. It also hurts if I move it just so. Once the woman tech saw I was going to bruise she gave me a bruising fact sheet...as if I'd never had a bruise - but failed to tell me the standard stuff (keep the bandage on for six hours, drink plenty of fluids, etc. etc.). But then maybe I didn't need to drink extra fluids since they put most of my blood back into me.

Work has been absolutely nonstop today, which is fine and makes the time fly, but I've uncovered a major failure on my part. Basically a note I took during my last in-person meeting that I didn't follow up on ... no real explanation why, other than I didn't properly process my notes once I was back here. I'm hoping it can be salvaged, and I'm pretty sure it can, but I feel frustrated when I can't be my 100% best. And I'm SURE that this mistake is not my best. Blurgh.

So now I'm doing some online grocery shopping (bad news being so hungry/late in the day) while monitoring for any last minute incoming e-mails (ideally with a decision to make my delay/mistake a moot point). I need to work on my sideline writing stuff - I've been writing how to articles that I mean to link here individually ... they're available on the links sidebar (recent articles I've written). I've made a couple hundred bucks in a couple months. Nothing earth shattering, but a way to use my spare time and earn Christmas cash or what have you. On some of the articles I'm paid per click, so I should do a better job advertising. They're a mishmash of articles and fact sheets. Anyway.

There are the end-of-work-day thoughts from me.

My Juggling Fool

A kid in the playground looked at Shawn, pointed and screamed "Deceptor-con" and ran away. Silly kids.

Review: The Shack

The Shack The Shack by William P. Young

My review

rating: 2 of 5 stars

I hadn't heard of this book until I read a review by a girl in my high school alma mater's newsletter. The review was glowing, and I told my mom (editor of the newsletter) so. She sent me a copy, and after that I heard about The Shack at church - the associate pastor recommended it from the pulpit, although it was just a passing reference. I knew from the high schooler's review what it was about, and I knew from my mom that it probably wasn't as good as advertised. Right-o.

Basically this book is one man's view on religion. And it's FICTION. It's written in a way to suggest that it is truth, but there are lots of holes in the story if you try to take it as fact, even without a strong theological background (which I clearly do not have).

At the end of the book is a section encouraging readers to recommend the book, pass along the copy and post a review online. There are lots of ideas for people to spread the message of the book (and help the book sell more copies and eventually be made into a movie). They also say "don't give away the plot." Uh, there really isn't much of a story or plot. It's one guy, he faces tragedy and then gets to physically see God to overcome his loss and sadness. I don't think that gives anything away, but just in case I checked "contains spoilers" in Good Reads.

So God in three persons is represented and sort of understandable, and the father-figure God is a black woman. No problem there EXCEPT when the author gives her black mammy dialogue in one paragraph to be followed by a PhD-level explanation of life with $10 words in the next. Yes, God can be all things, even stereotypical things, but what purpose does it serve in this book (besides annoying the crap out of me)?

In chapter 9, there's a line (spoken by the Holy Spirit character) that I dog-eared: "A child is protected because she is loved, not because she has a right to be protected." The author then delves into an argument about "rights," whereas my mind went directly to the first part - if love = protection, why do bad things happen? This question is part of the main thrust of the book, but I felt like this was a missed opportunity, or it just irked me. I don't know.

I also got bogged down by the expectations and responsibilities section at the end. It's almost as if the author is saying - you can be as bad as you want and there are no consequences. And maybe there aren't - that's a good message and I love it - nothing can separate us from God or his love, even our sin ... no matter how large. But I didn't find resolution in the book about what it takes to fulfill our part of a relationship with God. It's almost as if we don't have to do anything - everyone goes to heaven and to be with God, they just have a miserable time of it down here if they aren't actively in fellowship with him. And if THAT'S the point of this book, what difference does it make how we live?

I guess I would recommend it if just to get your brain thinking about some of these issues, even if the writing is a little too detailed in some parts and fantastical in others.

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Donating Blood

I'm just back from donating blood - platelets this time. Basically it's a process where they pull your blood out, put it through a centrifuge to remove platelets and then put the blood back in you. freaky, right?

Of course they don't tell you that you have to watch this machine for the entire hour (plus) because you squeeze on the draw and release on the return. Each is about 10 seconds, although that varies and there's no way to get in a rhythm. They set the machine to the side, so I'm craning my neck to see it, plus the lady gets cranky with me because I squeezed on the return by accident when I missed the switch from draw to return. Basically you have to pay strict attention. I was hoping I could just read my book and have the process go by quickly.

The people who talked me into doing this process were overly eager. I was recruited during a whole blood donation at my church (just one month ago), and consented, giving the guy my name/contact info (even though in the course of the conversation he managed to insult me and my knowledge of social media and Facebook - so weird). Then I got a phone call to schedule an appointment - fine. That was like 15 minutes of my time because she was trying to be too chatty, as if I'd say no if she didn't flap her jaw enough. Then I got at least two follow up calls, an e-mail AND a post card. So I'm expecting the people actually performing the procedure to be equally stoked about my generous donation...

Yeah, not so much. The first clue was the "courtesy counts" campaign signs around the room/center. Are you kidding me? Because I'm guessing people who come to donate blood aren't necessarily a surly or selfish bunch. But you can guarantee those posters are meant to motivate the cranky technicians. Granted I wouldn't like a job like that either - especially since the center is in the basement of a giant building and we were having such beautiful weather, but come on.

I could only donate 4.0 whatevers, although when she'd first calibrated the machine it was at more than 7 as my goal. The needle hurt while it was in my arm. I got tingly lips and am feeling oh-so-tired. My stomach didn't feel so great on the bus ride home, but I'm better now and not sure if it had anything to do with the blood donation itself (like dehydration) or just something that happens.

I definitely like whole blood donations better.

Getting the Shot: Lady Liberty

I uploaded 34 photos to a Flickr set from the trip. Some are taken by Owen, but most are taken by me. I'll link to my mom's and Beth's photos when they're up. Also, we met with Lisa one day and she took some darling shots of O eating ice cream. I'll definitely post one of those here if/when I get them.

One of my favorite things that we did was visit the statue of liberty. I was able to take a picture of all three of them taking a picture of the statue from the same angle. (Shawn was gone at his conference in Denver, so he wasn't there to take pictures.) I think it would make a cute montage in a frame or something, but I think I may have taken less-than-high resolution shots.







Walking

We walked. And walked. And walked. Apt for a Walker, right? Uh...

7/3: 1.534 miles - beach day
7/4: 4.2415 miles - Coney Island, aquarium & fireworks over the Hudson
7/5: 3.8582 miles - church, street festival & natural history museum
7/6: 1.923 miles - Statue of Liberty & Ellis Island
7/7: 3.8121 miles - Times Square, Pearl River/Soho & South Street Sea Port
7/8: 1.9018 miles - Century 21 & Central Park/Turtle Pond

These mileages don't include the walking and standing we did in the museums, aquariums, in the subway stations, etc. Plus my mom did some extra walking on 7/7 around the neighborhood, and Beth took Owen to a Titanic exhibit in Times Square that added some walking to her day. Owen was lucky/bratty in that he strolled most of the way.

That's a total of 17.3 miles - an average of 2.8 miles per day. OIY! Feels good to sit down.

More updates and photos to come. This is just to get my memory started.

Tide


July 3, 2009: Mari's sandy toes and Owen's sandy toes as we relax at the beach. Many more photos and stories to come.

August: Osage County & New Shoes

August: Osage CountyOn Saturday Shawn and I went to the Music Box Theatre for one of the last performances of August: Osage County, a play about a family's reunion one August in Osage County, Oklahoma (near Tulsa).

Phylicia Rashad starred as the matriarch, so she brought the star power.

The entire play was amazing though. I loved being surrounded by the (fake) Oklahoma accents - some were spot on, especially the Aunt Maddie Fay and Charles characters.

We had great seats because of the NYU discount - we were on the main level (we used the binoculars anyway) at the very back. Not quite as close as "reasons to be pretty," but still better than nosebleeds I guess.

Here's a picture of Shawn's new shoes (plus his old ones in the background). How cute is he?!

Review: Confusion

Confusion (Cazalet Chronicle, Vol 3) Confusion by Elizabeth Jane Howard

My review

rating: 2 of 5 stars
This is an apt title. Man, I was confused at the beginning of every chapter. Most would take about 3-4 paragraphs to clarify who was speaking (this is a book with MANY characters, and it goes back and forth on who's being focused on). It's a book in a series, so perhaps that would have helped things, but even using the family tree and "for people who haven't read volumes 1 and 2" section, I was still confused to the last page. I'm a sucker for a WWII story though, so that's why I picked up this book for $1 at the Housingworks thrift sale a couple weeks ago.


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Owen is Coming!!!

In just two short days, my sweetest nephew, sister and mom will be here for a 4th of July visit!!!

I just made the FreshDirect order. Buying apple juice, juice boxes, goldfish crackers and every kind of fruit for the kid makes me happy, happy, HAPPY!

I'm looking forward to a long weekend, and then half days for most of next week ... now if only the weather would hold out. We're planning on a beach day on Friday BUT it's looking like a 30% chance of rain/thunderstorms. Ugh.

Did I mention Owen is coming?!?!

Proud Shopping

After church today, Shawn and I set off for Men's Wearhouse to get him some more grown-up clothes. (We bought his wedding suit there and Shawn really liked the sales guy, service and final product.) We ran into the Gay Pride parade route on the way there - meaning we had to take the subway two stops (also the subway went up a quarter/ride, so it's $2.25 now) because the way to the store was blocked off by police barracades, even though the parade hadn't begun. We figured it would be over by the time we were finished shopping ... or that we could take a different route around it.

At the store Shawn bought a navy suit, a grey suit, brown shoes (buy-one-get-one with a pair of more casual black shoes), brown belt and free tie. The tailoring is the kicker and one of the ways this place sticks it to you - also the lure you in with "sales" and "free" ties and the selection is limited. The smooth talking salesman shows you the most expensive suits, which of course look better than anything you can truly afford. But we managed to meet in the middle and get some really nice things for Shawn. He'll be quite sharp when he puts these suits in rotation this fall.

We let ourselves forget about the Gay Pride parade and walked happily home. Every way we tried, the parade thwarted us. We were subjected to naked people gyrating with fire engine horns blaring. This is probably taboo, but what does public nudity have to do with being homosexual? I guess it's part of the lifestyle? I'm really not sure but it was adding to the frustration that there was literally NO WAY to get home - although we perhaps could have traveled back north, taken a subway to transfer, somehow crossing 5th Ave. The parade turned at 8th Street, further adding to the confusion. There were so many people. It was worse than Times Square (where we were yesterday after seeing August: Osage County, which was good and worth its own post).

I broke through a barracade while the parade was stopped, and Shawn and I crossed THROUGH the parade/marchers, in the middle of the block where there were no police to stop us, because it was just ridiculous. We were also in danger of having our bottoms smacked - we repeatedly saw strangers being smacked with the free paint stirrers that had been handed out. All very weird and uncomfortable. Was that the point of the parade?

Finally we were able to find a place to get through on the other side of the parade - but we effectively marched "in" the parade, although we were going against the traffic route. By this point we'd been walking for nearly an hour and were hot, tired and peeved beyond belief, nudity and loudness notwithstanding. In fairness, I've never seen another parade in NYC, although I know there are many that are probably just as obnoxious. It was the parade and it invading our Sunday activities that irked me -- not necessarily what the parade was celebrating and promoting.

Now we're back home, Shawn has gone to the office to "relax" with work and I'm about to tackle some organization projects I wanted to do (i.e. throw stuff into tubs or the closet to make space for my family's visit). I am glad that the tailoring required means we weren't sluffing around with the suits - at least those were safe at the store. It was enough to be walking with one shopping bag, let alone laden down with garment bags as well.

We'll pick up the suits on July 17 - and I'll try to convince Shawn to let me post a couple model shots of him in his new duds. He's SO cute. Love, love.

A Sky


Here's an image of the sky last night - there was a thunderstorm and then this - oddly pinky orange with puffy clouds floating. This is looking right (north) from our window (stuck my camera out for this shot).

We're about to leave to see ANOTHER Broadway play -- August: Osage County. It stars Phylicia Rashad and is set in Oklahoma. This is closing weekend, and we got cheapie NYU seats (in the balcony this time so we'll test out our new binoculours, a gift from M-i-L Dale!)

More soon ... and Owen arrives on Thursday, so I'll have loads of photos and stories to post!

Edit: PS This is my 555th post.

About New York & The Book of Jonah

Yesterday, I took the subway downtown to Lisa's apartment. Because of track work and weekend schedules, I had to make 2 transfers and it took 50 minutes to get 2 miles (approx. 8 minutes by car via Google Maps). More than a little ridiculous, and I was so frustrated with the waiting and the stuffy heat of the subway.

Coming home was better, in part because of the wine, conversation and my new understanding of the Saturday night train schedule (although it may or may not be in effect next Saturday - one can never tell). It was a joy to spend time with Lisa, and so good to get out of the house.

Today I had a contrastingly brilliant experience with the city. I took the subway to church and the trains were right on time when I needed them - and I got to church 5 minutes early. The service was really good - about Jonah. A bus appeared when I needed it for the trip home (saves $2 because a bus ride is a transfer instead of a separate fare). There were interesting people to watch during the ride. I had a perfect NYC brunch - coffee, omelet (wow I didn't know how to spell that word) and The New York Times (link to the most interesting story, although it was a hard choice).

After brunch I went to Washington Square Park. It was perfect weather, slightly cool, able to sit in the shade and feel the breeze, which rustled the trees overhead for a really nice background noise. I could see and hear the newly re-opened fountain, and the rhythmic squeak of the swings on the playground. The bench where I sat had a sweet smell because of the flowers and trees - a stark contrast to the usual pee smell that infuses so much of NYC (either from man, beast or both).

Perhaps the best treat was a phone call I received - Owen called to remind me that he's coming (in one and a half weeks) and that I'd better get ready! I was able to have a talk with my Dad for Father's Day and catch up with my mom and sister. Technology is pretty sweet.

The sermon about Jonah was a straight telling of the book of Jonah. Afterward the pastor asked us three questions: 1) what did you know about Jonah before today? 2) Who is Jonah (or Jonah-like) today? and 3) Where are Nineveh and Tarshish today, not geographically*, but where does God call you to be in ministry and to where do you run? Deep, deep stuff. We actually talked about our answers in small groups. It was great.

The answer to 1) was mostly about the whale - that's what I remembered. And of course it wasn't a whale that swallowed Jonah, but a big fish. Maybe we're taught it's a whale in Bible School because it is just easier to imagine a whale being big enough to swallow a man (and the pictures all seem to show a whale)? Maybe it's just a flaw in the human memory. I don't know.

The answer to 2) is basically everyone or me. We're all like Jonah in that we fail to answer God's call and sometimes it seems so scary that we'll try to run to the ends of the earth to get away from what he's calling us to do.

And then 3) was the hardest and most personal. Because you have to LISTEN to God's call to be able to say where your Nineveh is. We also learned that Nineveh was a notorious city of sin - somewhere you wouldn't want to go even if you weren't being called there ... people were skinned if they displeased the king, and their skin would be turned into lamps! So maybe Nineveh isn't just a place like "the church" where we should be going, but it's somewhere we're averse to being but where we NEED to be to do God's work. And then the pastor threw in a thought - Tarshish - the place where we run from God could be the church! We go to church every week because it's the thing to do and where we can be close to God, with other worshipers but in some ways, if that act makes us think it's enough, that's a way we run from God's call to us. Yowza. I still don't have a strong idea of what I'm supposed to be doing, but that means that I'm definitely not doing it!

Our homework was to read the book of Jonah ourselves (only 4 chapters/two pages) and a section in Luke chapter 11 that references the Jonah story. I'll try to discern what it is that God is calling me to do. I challenge you to do the same.

*Geographically, Nineveh was in the middle of present day Iraq. And although there were several cities called Tarshish when Jonah was living, the one scholars are pretty sure is being referenced was on what is now the coast of Spain (basically as far as you could get from where Jonah started ... and at the end of the known world).

Image: 8th Street Subway Station by wallyg.

The Distance Between


We have been skyping, which is fantastic, but not the same as having old Shawn right here! I tried to find a sad face picture - but I couldn't find one.

As It Happens

Yesterday I had a 17-hour day of travel for work. Left the apartment at 5 a.m. and returned at 10 p.m. I am so tired today. Some observations from my travel notebook:

I learned there is a Bank of America ATM on the LIRR level at Penn Station - just as you walk out of the ACE subway entrance. Nice! Saved me having to walk out of the station to get cash.

I read the New York Times print edition on the train and jotted notes for potential blog ideas (which itself is an idea from a blogging tips blog I read).
  • There was an article "Social Networks Spread Iranian Defiance Online" about Twitter. It was interesting, but I was surprised by the quality of reporting - basically a compilation/re-hash of several users' tweets. Hrm.
  • "Study finds instruction in art lags in 8th grade" ... another article. I'm not sure I could identify a Renaissance painting or half note, but I probably was able to in 8th grade.
  • Wrote down this URL: globalchange.gov/usimpacts.
  • Read about the Math Midway, which was part of the World Science Festival street fair thing.
  • Read about a play I'd like to see "Someone in Florida Loves Me," in NYC through June 28. At $15/ticket not a bad deal. I'm starting to value being in a culture- and theater-filled place a bit more.
My bag broke yesterday in the food court at Union Station. it's my black "work" bag - quilted Old Navy, nothing special or expensive, but a nice big bag. DRAT! I looked around for a suitable replacement but didn't find anything in the shops there, so I just hassled with the bag on the way home - it had one strap left, so I was able to sort of balance the contents on my hip and keep the strap high on my shoulder. I had a separate bag for my crochet, so I moved some of my stuff in there to ease the burden. So I'm in the market for a new black bag. I should probably shop my closet - because I know there are other bags packed away in there somewhere.

Celebrity Sightings

With the renovations of Washington Square Park being complete, movies are going to be filmed in my neighborhood. Today and tomorrow, I'm living in the set of "Remember Me," which stars a teen heartthrob, Robert Pattinson and Pierce Brosnon. Although I'd much prefer to see 007, today we were able to spot the "sparkly vampire" from our window, being followed by a gaggle of girls, clearly delighted to be in the presence of this scruffy actor. He also had quite a large security detail. Although I don't get the "sparkly vampire" reference I know it has to do with Twilight, and I did take a picture:

It made me think about the other celebrities I have seen since I've been living here:
  • Leslie Bibb
  • Minnie Driver
  • Gilbert Godfrey
  • Chris Noth
  • Scott Speedman
  • Sigourney Weaver
There may be others I'm not remembering. I've never spoken to any of them and don't intend to!

FWD: Good Advice Worth Reading

From Grace Notes, although there wasn't a citation:

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Lifeis too short to waste time hating anyone.

4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.

5. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.

9. Forgive everyone everything.

10. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.

Date Nights

Given that we have the luxury of DINK (double income, no kids) at this point in our lives, Shawn and I are able to do a bit of dating still, or at the very least we go out. New York is a city, the city, whatever, and if we put forth a little effort we can usually find something to do. (However, that's not to say we always do. We spend plenty of nights at home.)

Friday night we had tickets to reasons to be pretty, a new play on Broadway. Shawn bought them as part of our anniversary celebration (1 year and 2 weeks - woo!) from the NYU discounted tickets sales office.

Get this - we were in the front row. Before you say "ooh la, la" realize that the front row is AA, meaning it's actually a row stuck in front of the real front row. And we were basically just below the stage and looking up the actors' nostrils. BUT it was a very cool way to see the show, even with a little residual neck stiffness. We felt "in" the action. It was really tremendous.

The play itself was great, probably one of the best I've ever seen. The story was great, the acting was great, even the scenery was great/clever. I would highly recommend it if you're in NYC, although be prepared for foul language, particularly in the first scene, which opens on a lovers' quarrel. Whoops - looking at the site, today is the last performance, so we're lucky we saw it when we did!!! I definitely will follow the career of the main actor and see if he stars in anything else. And I want to look into reading some of Neil LaBute's other works. The NYT review of this play is a good read.

Last night we stayed closer to home. The World Science Festival is in NYC this weekend, and there was a lecture about 2 blocks from our building (slowly getting into the swing of things - THAT's how people in NYC refer to their homes - not 2 blocks from my apartment but from my building).

We didn't have tickets (who plans? normally I do!), but the website said there were stand-by tickets available and to get in line at about 7:30. We walked over at 7, planning to get a quick bite beforehand and then get in line. There was already a line 30 deep, so we just got in line, hoping we could get in. The line grew behind us - there were probably 80 people total, in line for a science talk! And that doesn't include the 800+ who had pre-purchased their tickets!

Then it started to rain. Not heavily, but still. And no one left the line. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't been there! So there are science enthusiasts in the world/city. I actually was pained by the conversations going on around me though - a poor attempt to describe Schrodinger's Cat included.

The program started and THEN they started letting people in to purchase tickets for the seats remaining from the no-shows. We were literally the last two they let in, and we didn't get in until almost 8:30. That's an hour and a half I spent standing in line for this talk. The people behind us were probably really disappointed (they of the Schrodinger's Cat talk). And what was worse, there were a lot of empty seats inside! (At least another 15 or 20, not to mention standing room if they'd wanted to do that.) The talk lasted until 10 pm, and it was interesting enough (the idea of multi-verse instead of just one universe). Even all the talk of that possibility doesn't shake my belief that God did in fact create it, as well as create us humans and our ability to figure stuff like this out. It really is awesome, in the true sense of the word.

Justice

Last week I had jury duty. When Shawn went last month his experience was interesting and full of excitement (within the case itself). For me, it was a total dud.

Day 1, I sat in the jury room. There was one trial that needed jurors and of the ~115 jurors in the room, they called 100 to the jury pool. Guess who was one of the "lucky" 15 to not be called.

Day 2, we got almost to noon when another trial came up and they called 100 more jurors. I was called on that one because they pulled first the 15 who weren't called the day before (is that really keeping with the randomness required? I don't know). So we go to the court room for 10 minutes, get sworn in and told a little about the case. Then we break for lunch.

When we get back, the judge starts taking people into the court room one by one - any juror who says they can't serve on this case because of time or because of the facts of the case. More than half of the people get in line, and they make everyone wait out in the hot hall for about an hour. Then the judge just gets fed up and sends us all home, saying he'll start again on Monday with new jurors (hopefully more cooperative).

Most everyone was THRILLED to be done. I was deeply disappointed. I wanted to hear more about the case and see/be part of the jury questioning process.

So anyway, it was a wash, but it added a little jolt to the routine of my sit-in-apartment-all-day life.

The Sounds Outside My Window



This video is the view outside my window earlier today (my comment at the beginning refers to the fact that when I first tried to video this they stopped as soon as I hit the record button) - let's hope it stays quiet during my staff meeting call today. Otherwise I'll be sweltering in the muffled apartment. UGH.

Gluttony

Our cupboard was bare this weekend, so we ate out for a couple meals, and I got a little creative with what we did have left (some frozen chicken, which I guess means we weren't that bare).

Anyway, last night, right before making hot dogs (how nutritious) I ordered up some FreshDirect replenishing goodness. I let myself fill my cart with anything and everything. THEN I went back and edited the cart down. WELL, FreshDirect didn't let me get away with that and ended up sending me EVERYTHING I had put in my cart yesterday, including two things of steak, more vegetables than I can cook in a week and about 5 bags of chips (what can I say? Hungry is HUNGRY!).

Literally my 3/4-size fridge cannot hold another thing, and the same goes for the freezer and "pantry" areas (I even had to put some food in with the dishes!). I had to put the entire package of chicken breasts in the freezer because it just wouldn't fit anywhere in the icebox.

So we'll be eating great for the next few days. And if anyone wants to have a chip party, you know who to call!

Marriage Thoughts

bellsKeep Up With Me, a regular on my RSS feeder for its author's social media tips, DC-area life and writing style, wrote a post Marriage? I Could Take It or Leave It. (”Leave It” Sounds Pretty Good.) This section in particular made me think and hurt my heart:
I want to be with someone who’s with me because they want to be, not because they feel like they have to be. When two unmarried people live together, they’re making the choice to be together every day. They’re not staying together just because they happened to make a vow at some point (that 50% of people who get married end up breaking anyway). I don’t want someone to feel like they have to stay with me if they’d rather not be there.
I left a comment, but I still feel like this is disparaging to married women and that my comment didn't fully express my opinion and disappointment in the implication.

As a married woman, I choose to live with my husband and be together every day, just like the author says two unmarried people who live together do. I'm left with this kind of ache in my heart for the state of things and that I would get up in arms about this at all, even momentarily.

But I also recognize everyone is entitled to their opinions and no one knows my marriage other than Shawn and me. But just like any relationship, marriages are unique, and I think what I take most issue with is the broad generalization of marriage as a bad decision. But I am also sure that wasn't the intent behind the post.

Moving on.

Straight Hair & Lipstick

Here's my new haircut straightened. And in an effort to look better daily: lipstick!

Three Years (or my hair is really short!)

As of today, I've been working at RA for three years. So there's that.

Today I got my haircut, for free at BBU Model Project. A perk of living in NYC.

Tonight we're going to eat and then see "Away We Go," as our theater is one of the few where it's opening this weekend (wide release next week). Another NYC perk. Killer.

Loving the hair.

Soulmate

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEzbkGj7EaQ

Heard this on Medium last night (that show is also how I fell in love with a Dixie Chicks song - Home or something). So haunting. Embedding disabled. Meh.

Snowflake Blanket for Amanda

Still needs washing and blocking, but another one done! It's so cute, a great pattern that Gran gave me. It worked up so quickly. Now I just need to get Amanda's address! (To Facebook!)

Snowflake Blanket for Amanda - Detail

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