March 2008
52 posts
Earth Hour →
earthhourus.org
Everyone throughout the US and around the world is invited and encouraged to turn off their lights for an hour on March 29 at 8 p.m. local time.
Yum.
Went to Rosewater for “Dine in Brooklyn”. $23 prix-fixe dinners available during the Boro-wide restaurant week! Yum!
“Whoo-oop! I’m the old original iron-jawed, brass-mounted, copper-bellied corpse-maker from the wilds of Arkansaw! I’m the man they call Sudden Death and General Desolation! Sired by a hurricane, dam’d by an earthquake, half-brother to the cholera, nearly related to the smallpox on the mother’s side! I take nineteen alligators and a bar’l of whiskey for breakfast when I’m in robust health, and a bushel of rattlesnakes and a dead body when I’m ailing! I split the everlasting rocks with my glance, and I squelch the thunder when I speak! Whoo-oop! Stand back and give me room according to my strength! Blood’s my natural drink, and the wails of the dying is music to my ear! Cast your eye on me gentlemen!- and lay low and hold your breath, for I’m bout to turn myself loose! Whoo-oop! I’m the the bloodiest son of a wildcat that ever lived!”
—Mark Twain
7MM →
7mm.org.uk
7 Marathons, 7 Continents, 7 Days is monumental enough of a record to set, but Dave Heely (funny last name for a runner!) is doing it sans sight. For a benefit at that!
Amazing!
Vision →
cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com
Being a visual artist and gluttonous devourer of visual data, I don’t consider blindness. It’s like dividing by zero. All it induces is a sort of fear and anxiety in my simplistic robot brain.
Amazing.
oh yeah...
I don’t mean this as a joke because there were a bunch of fatalities: A crane fell on a building with a bar named “Fubar”. Thusly making the bar the very definition of the term fubar.
Central Park Loop
After lunch at Cafe Colonial. Stumbled around the Central Park Loop with the sun shining brightly above. Saw my first red breasted robin. The crocuses were budding. Spring is here.
Morning Activism
Saturday Morning Activism was particularly interesting because the particularly crazy protesters were out. There was one person dressed in a bed-sheet claiming to be the ghost of the unborn children. There was a woman with graphic photos harassing passersby. I can’t figure these people out. Not so much their argument, as the way they protest. I suppose it’s the sign of a healthy democracy that we can all stand within feet of each other and have totally opposing views.
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The prodigal daughter
Not to sound like a metropolis snob; I understand that the sunshine in Los Angeles seems attractive, but I get some small satisfaction when talented people move back east.
"Sabbath Lunch" is the new brunch! →
gothamist.com
In light of brunch being appropriated by Sex in the City and young proffesional alcoholics everywhere, I’m relabeling “brunch” as “sabbath lunch”. Defined as the relaxing social lunch for the observant workaholic. It’s nice to take an hour to meet with friends before getting back to the myriad of projects/work we all have going on… unless you’re a writer/photographer for gothamist, in which case you may get an article out of it!
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Declare War on Burnout!
Day 1 (continued):
Play with sister’s new dog. The new dog weighs 2lbs and is barely 1 foot long. She runs by hopping like a little bunny rabbit. She usually gets so tired by the time you’ve played for 15 minutes that she falls asleep in your arms. Disgustingly cute.
Then eat korean food with a korean family. If you don’t have access to a korean family, just ignore that last part, although you’re probably missing out on some fun.
Then, here’s an important part of today’s tactics: get a motorcycle. Ride it really really fast.
Day 2:
In the morning, be late for work because you took an extra lap around Manhattan.
Then go to La Colombe Cafe on Church Street for one of the finest cups of coffee you’ve ever had. Look at all the attractive people that are in on the secret.
Declare a decisive victory.
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