I probably should have outgrown this by now but there is something so lovely about having your time be your own all day, then sitting with a glass of whiskey as you wait for your wife to get home from her big impressive job.
I’m not the target demographic at all but I knew that going in.
I still thought it was funny in more places than I expected it to be, especially looking at our own social networking hierarchy as opposed to actual contact.
I’m not sure if Dunham & Co. are supposed to be honestly portraying the…
I felt a little ambivalent as I was expecting that I would hate the show and I didn’t. I found it oddly charming and will continue to watch the show and hopefully enjoy.
The elephant in the room for me is not just their whiteness, but their privileged lives. The young women in the show all met at Saint Anne’s school in brooklyn, where tuition is $30,000/year starting in preschool. Saint Anne’s is known as the private school for the children of downtown liberals and creatives types, as long as they can drop a quarter of a million on tuition before they even get to high school. Like it or not, this is going to inform the show. Jemima’s pregnancy, for example, is treated more like a potential inconvenience than a life-altering fact.
I no longer want to hate on the show but will proceed with caution.
I stepped into his swing and he grazed the left side of my head, then put a right into his stomach, put him down with a standing leg sweep, kicked him in the stomach, and drug him out of her house by his shirt. I left him in his car for the night without his keys. I haven't heard back to make sure he left this morning, so that's worrying me.
Watching it only as we’re sitting in a waiting room and the show is a round table discussion on the gun epidemic in the United States. One of the participants is Mark Bittman, and every time he speaks he is identified as a writer for The New York Times.
Mark Bittman writes the cooking column for the Times.
Her new show, Girls, has gotten more hype than Jesus would have if he came back to earth on a PPV special promoted by Don King and Donald Trump. I hope it’s that good, but I really, really doubt that it will be. She might have benefitted from a softer opening than this.
Wife: So when is the NFL Draft?
Me: The 26th.
Wife: The day after we get back from Vieques. Well that’s a nice coincidence for you.
Wife: Wait a second, did you plan our vacation around the NFL Draft? You son of a bitch.
Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about, but what a happy accident.
I was turning left onto Broadway this morning (with the green arrow) when some total jackass on a bicycle blew the red light and came flying through the intersection towards me. I stomped on the brakes and narrowly avoided turning him into a grease spot. As he shot past my wife recognized him as Bravo’s own Andy Cohen, the man responsible for all of the “Real Housewives” series, amongst other crimes against humanity.
Now I’m having those “if you could go back in time and kill Hitler” sorta regrets.
Finally made it to Mile End deli in Brooklyn today. I know, very late on this one. Had the beef on Weck sandwich which was delicious. Kobe sirloin au jus on a house made doughy carraway roll. Just superior in every way.
I ordered it without the suggested horseradish sauce. Ate it, loved it. But I shot up screaming in the night realizing that I should have ordered the sauce on the side and at least tasted it. The knowledge that a truly great sandwich could have been better will fuel my nightmares for the foreseeable future.
Received the gift of several vials of lovely African spices via the former French Colonies, brought here for us from Metz, France. Starting to explore uses and would love any suggestions.
Baies Roses (Red Peppercorns)
Masyale (looks/smells like a form of masala)
Herb de Provence (know what to do with these)
Persil (rough chopped unidentified green herb)
Lin (some sort of small brown seed, almond shaped and flat, quite small)
Sel Afrique (Grey African Salt)