tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-313383502012-01-28T17:47:47.471-05:00How grahamgreenish! How infra dig! - W.H. Audenbeebimbophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07175038095196815128noreply@blogger.comBlogger1391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31338350.post-77686974789977233782011-02-18T19:55:00.008-05:002011-04-22T12:06:49.531-04:00

This is where I admit to thoughtlessly not backing-up my vacation photos. I transferred all 130 or so photos to my computer, deleted said photos from my camera, called it a day and wouldn't you know, next day my computer refused to boot. I took it in for repairs, and oh, yea, my computer runs better than ever now, but my hard drive was wiped in the process. Hence, I've got maybe six photos, all

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I've never known much about Trish Keenan. I didn't even know her age until it was printed today (she was 42). That said, the music she created has greatly enhanced much of my adult life.I was introduced to Broadcast when Nick lamented his lost copy of Work and Non Work. I happened to be thumbing through a record shop shortly thereafter and came across it. I gave it to him for my birthday. In the

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Today's news that remains found on an uninhabited Pacific atoll are believed to be those of Amelia Earhart has inspired me to make a reappearance myself. It's been too long, maybe not 73 years too long, but long. Amelia Earhart standing in front of the Lockheed Electra in which she disappeared in July 1937.

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Between the Saints playing in their first Super Bowl tomorrow and Mardi Gras starting in a week and a half, I suppose my venturing down to the New Orleans this past weekend was somewhat serendipitous. That said, while partaking in the sensory overload that is New Orleans, it was nearly impossible to forget either the Saints or Mardi Gras, for even a moment. We arrived in town Saturday evening

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As a new year gift, this is where I share with you an old-style, super-regional Swedish dish - Kroppkaka! I'm kind of obsessed with Kroppkaka. Mostly because I've never met another person of Swedish ancestry who's heard of it; I'll describe these pork-filled potato dumplings and get, "Oh, Palt," to which I answer, "No, Kroppkaka." After a little Googling, I've learned that Kroppkakor are mostly

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Ok. More November: I took the red-eye back from LA and thanks to my mom and aunt, slept though most of it. Yay?! to staying up all night drinking completely made-up cocktails with your giggly mom and aunt. That said, after sleeping for a few hours in my own bed, I was welcomed back to NY with bagels, a subway ride and romp around Riverside Park. On that one, here's to friends who make you get

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Here I will attempt to start filling in the gaping hole that is November. Among other things, I spent Thanksgiving week in and around Los Angeles. The ultimate goal being to spend the holiday with family and to celebrate my Gramma's birthday, but I also snuck in a little sightseeing with old friends. In addition to my high school BF, I was able to spend some time with a good friend from Philly

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... it's Halloween, time for tricks and time for treeeats, it's Halloween!"

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This time last week, we were winding through back roads past Scranton; slowly making our way to Nick's Dad's cabin in the Endless Mountains. Frustrated by intermittent rain and the cold, we couldn't help but think that our weekend was just not going the way we'd planned. As if the weather weren't disappointing enough, we were a week early for the annual haunted hay ride put on by the local high

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But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more - Hans Christian Andersen

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I finally made it out to The Putting Lot — 9 locally-designed mini-golf holes — this afternoon. Are you wet yet?, hole 3, by Openhop in the forefront. Pachinko Putt-Putt by Meat Pallet, hole 7. The Art Market by Skewville, hole 6. The Living Lot by Interface Studio, hole 9. Check it out should you happen to be in Bushwick. The Putting Lot, 12 Wyckoff Ave., Bushwick, Brooklyn, NY

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Last weekend about this time, armed with a printed-out, step-by-step guide, I was embarking on a walking tour of Old Montreal. Here's a link to some of the photos I took on said walking tour and around Montreal in general: http://www.flickr.com/photos/beebimbop/sets/72157621833069529/

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Oy Vey, indeed! The sign for incoming traffic read, "Welcome to Brooklyn. You name it... we got it!" Conversely, at the other end of the Williamsburg Bridge, you're merely greeted by a sign reading, "Welcome to Manhattan." Yawn. Stenciled by a hipster no doubt.

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I went for a walk this evening through Hudson River Park to try out my new camera. I came across sunset vistas, warehouses and geese waddling around to the sounds of Matt and Kim playing on Pier 54. Positively New Jersey. Nick documented the learning curve. I then made my way to The Village where I was pleased to find that construction in Washington Square Park is finally complete. Yay!

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We're in Queens, mofos! Long Island City to be precise. DUQB or Down Under Queensboro Bridge. So, it's not as catchy as DUMBO. Give it time.And as a bonus, from The Great Gatsby: "The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge, is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world" The following two shots were taken at Deitch Studios on

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Here goes... and some of these go way back. Rafael Lozano-Hemmer’s installation Pulse Park at Madison Square from October 2008; Empire State building in the distance. "Bill" assuring "Hillary" that she can still be the "President of New York." This one was taken at The 2008 Village Halloween Parade. Rockaway Beach, surf's up! Taken a few weeks ago at The Highline, love-love it! Taken last

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Following a week of straight rain and generally dreary weather, today's meteorlogical perfection seems especially enjoyable. What an ideal day to stretch out like a cat in a warm, well-lit spot, which is what I plan to do. Only, unlike a cat, I'll be thumbing (oh, bad jokes) through a pile of records and will stretch out on the floor with a turntable to choose what I'll play next weekend at the

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Camera phone round-up:First, thank you, whoever sent the random text message complete with a surprise snap of Chicago's Mayor Daley. It was an obvious misdial, therefore I cannot credit you properly, but again, thank you. It made me smile. As did this receipt from an obviously dimly-lit Thai restaurant in the West Village. Thank you, Pookie SexyGal! In other camera-phone-captured news, I

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I don't have a Facebook account, but do have a soft spot for randomly generated memes. That said, you're looking at it. My band Sidora's album the future will be better tomorrow. [Drew] Sidora, of Disney fame, being my random Wikipedia entry and the infinitely wise words of ex-Vice President Dan Quayle being my random quote. The photo comes from R. Motti's Flickr pool. So, should I start working

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Ok, I hear this is all over the net, but it has yet to be all over this blog. Christoph Niemann's I Lego N.Y. It made me laugh a little.

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Erg, I'm a little hung-over. Not in the traditional sense, at least I don't see how that's possible, but, arg, that's how I feel. Maybe it was the Opera coupled with a whopper of a late-night glass of wine and a few fewer than usual hours of sleep. Maybe I'm not cut out for the bobo life? I jest, but really, maybe I'm not. So, the Opera. I'd never gone, but you see, it was one of those inside

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Not wanting my fatigue or the late afternoon hour to get in the way of my usual weekend exploration, I decided that it was time I ventured out to Staten Island. It is the only borough I have never visited and it operates a free ferry. When I arrived in lower Manhattan as the sun was setting, I thought, "This plan is really coming together: a free sunset cruise on the Bay and a return cruise after

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It's true, we're months from that foulest of Mid-Atlantic seasons - the season that is indeed "air conditioned by Satan" - but then again, we could just as well be smack in the middle? Depends on how you want to look at it. Anyway, this one's from the taco truck parked behind the Union Pool in Brooklyn. Who, bless them, are open even while the rest of the city is grumbling about the

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I was startled awake this morning by the sound of the smoke detector ringing throughout the building. For a second I was alarmed, but then I groaned; this is a normal occurrence around here. The high pitched beeping continued for a longer than usual, so I got out of bed just to make sure my apartment hadn't somehow engulfed itself in flames. Nope. I opened the front door to confirm my suspicions

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When I first heard the city would be running a vintage subway train from 1931 - the Nostalgia Train - each Sunday during the holiday season and that each subway car features wicker seats and ceiling fans, you know, I was thinking rich earthy browns, plums and for some reason, decorative palms. Ok, I know, they're subway cars not luxury trains, but I think the wicker seats and ceiling fans just

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Yesterday evening I came home and was compelled to wash my hands in the kitchen. So, I reached for the hot water knob and at that moment, a tiny, terrified mouse propelled himself into the air from somewhere inside the sink. This was a small mouse so he couldn't jump quite as high as the sink is deep; it seemed the little guy was trapped in there with a few glasses, some utensils and a baking

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Frida Kahlo's Casa Azul I guess we can start the official holiday countdown. Although we haven't had snow in the city, it is ungodly cold and I've started hearing Christmas music while out and about. I'm looking forward to a short work week and the days leading up to Thanksgiving should be quiet - ah, quiet and double-ah, short work week. While eating a hearty helping of seitan asada at

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Too bad I was running late this morning. If I hadn't been power-walking, intent on getting to work, perhaps I would have noticed people distributing copies of a fake New York Times featuring dreamy headlines. Did anyone get a copy? There's a website, too.

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Last night I attended my first Village Halloween Parade. I work near the end of the parade route, 23rd and 6th Ave., and had watched the police laying out barricades while on my lunch break and exited my office building after work amid packs of people in costumes heading downtown. I called up Nick and we decided to meet-up, maybe mistakenly, opting to take the F train down 6th Avenue to West 4th

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Boo! Halloween's this week. Scary, isn't it? Where have the last two months gone? On my Sunday afternoon about-town, not only did I see that Rockafeller Center and Central Park have set-up their outdoor ice skating rinks, but that Radio City Music Hall has put up a Christmas tree and is advertising it's Holiday Spectacular! The holidays are upon us. The fall holidays are by far my favorite,

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Back in July I was taking the G and from the train window spied one of those subway advertisements for a show called Whores. I laughed and said, "Finally, the networks are cutting to the chase and just calling it like it is." I knew it was a collage, a piece of détournement, if you will, but still; it was good. So, here we are, it's October and I finally figured out what's going on. Some guy,

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Have you guys been listening to This American Life? Check out Another Frightening Show About the Economy and this week's A Better Mouse Trap 2008. Just follow the This American Life link and you'll also get a link to the Giant Pool of Money story from a few months back. Super-interesting stuff.

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Where to start? I've been absent from the blogosphere for weeks and I still haven't got that stinking New York state driver's license! Damned the License (not at all) Express. Anyway, I've been running around, intermittently feeling under the weather, Chinatown busing down to Philly for house parties, hosting old friends for marathon stays, I even found the time to see Stereolab last weekend.

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What an exhausting day. Today I discovered that getting to the eastern corner of Prospect Park from my little corner of the borough is completely inconvenient. Although, the final leg of the journey, the Prospect Park Shuttle, delights me to no end. I digress. And why exactly would one make such an effort — three transfers — to get to the eastern part of Prospect Park? Well, that's where the

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So, Nick and I decided to head out to nearby Williamsburg tonight for a drink and a little something to do. We're minding our business and I swear the James Brothers get on the train at the Morgan stop. In typical Brooklyn fashion these dudes looked like they were going to a costume party. The one, we'll call him Jesse, was wearing boots and skinny jeans — hip, yes, check — a vest, sleeves rolled

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I've started posting pictures I've taken along the way. There are only a few now, but I promise to start throwing my camera in my bag. Check them out here.

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It's fall this evening after what I hope was the last of summer Sunday. The sky's looking rather painterly; all periwinkle with fluffy dusty rose clouds and there's a chill in the air. I'm anticipating fall, but think I need a few sweaters. Nick and I got library cards over the weekend. I've read the first Sherlock Holmes mystery mostly during my commute — it's short. Did you know it's about

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View from my bedroom window tonight. The World Trade Center memorial twin spotlights are doing something intense and weird with the clouds.

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So, I got that day off and I'm spending it waiting. Waiting for the handyman to return and waiting for the gas company to arrive. I really hope the gas company comes! As much as I enjoy a challenge, I'm sure coming up with inventive ways to cook using an electric wok will get old shortly! Although, this past week I made a good vegetarian paella and Nick, some tasty gnocchi. In other news. I

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It's been a week. A week that makes me feel a bit like the number one wet blanket. While Nick's of the This is amazing! I left my apartment 20 minutes ago and am now standing in the middle of Union Square! mindset. My feeling is far more, er, pragmatic. I'm like, Yah, I walk through Union Square on my way to and from work everyday. Arg. I think I need a day off. I think I need a copy of the

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We've arrived. We're here. We're home. It hit me Thursday that I'm not leaving. That this isn't another couple of days spent in New York City. This is where I live now and it's kind of weird. Weird like my neighbor's rooster that cock-a-doodle-doos every morning at dawn. Weird in a way that surprises, but oddly amuses. More to come...

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Dear (few) readers, I apologize for my lack of posts, but we have been busy over here at Beebimblog Headquarters. I've spent the past few months talking about moving to New York City and the past month traveling to and looking for an apartment in New York City, securing the work situation and preparing for my imminent move. Most recently there have been packing and send-off parties punctuated

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I found wordle.

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I also took a water taxi this weekend. Being on the Chicago River, at the base of a seeming man-made canyon, is one of my cheap Chicago entertainment picks. You can take the water taxi from Michigan Avenue (The Magnificent Mile) to Chinatown for $4.

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So, apparently, no children or small animals were swept away by a seiche and the swimming ban has been lifted. To celebrate, on the 3rd, Nick and I sat ourselves on the North Avenue Beach to watch the city's firework display. Looking south at the lit Navy Pier, it's flashing ferris wheel and the bit of city skyline that juts out into the lake, we realized we had made an error. Why were we — and

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I learned a new weather word today, seiche. When I heard the woman on the radio issue a seiche warning, I thought, "Say-shh?" She went on to claim that water levels on the eastern side of Lake Michigan had dropped more than two feet facilitating the warning. That water has to go somewhere and it will inevitably slosh over the western shore of the lake, meaning here in Chicago. It's sort of like

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Shortly after the deluge began I registered the barely aubible, but growing louder, strains of... Daft Punk? ... work it... maKE IT... DO IT... MAKES US... As I made my way to the patio, there was no mistaking it. ... HARDER... BETTER... FASTER... I watched Critical Mass slowly crawl up the boulevard. The Daft Punk grew inaudible as it rounded the corner, but was followed by guys on a

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At dusk I found myself wandering through a small clearing looking for an illusive firefly. I found him. He bobbed in front of me and I searched for sisters and cousins. That's when I spotted a path between the trees; the arched tree limbs making a tunnel lined with small flowers and dandelions. As I walked the path, I saw a deliberate mound covered in vegetation — a secret garden. Someone had

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And I muse on the passing of the creator of the pants suit. I quote: Gabrielle Chanel gave women freedom. Yves Saint Laurent gave them power. Er, if 'ole Pierre Bergé says so. Now I contemplate the passing of the man with that crazy guitar. And I read, He adopted the stage name, Bo Diddley, which is probably a southern black slang phrase meaning "nothing at all," as in "he ain't bo diddley." Bo

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... terror scarf.

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Stopping by The Burlington, of course.

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So, I finally got around to reading The Devil in the White City. The parts about the serial killer H. H. Holmes inspired conversation and speculation, but perhaps as an homage to my hopelessness, it was the story of The White City that really got me. I like history and obviously like cities. While reading the book I kept asking, "Where's The White City? I've been to Jackson Park and I've

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So, uh, The New Kids on the Block are The Beatles now? Wahahah

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Happy May Day! Whether that involves dancing around a Maypole, attending a Labor march or just delighting in the warmer weather — enjoy it! I intend to do the later, although, I fear I may get caught-up in the middle melee option as I'll be taking the El to work in a bit and will be heading into the middle of a really big Immigration and Labor march. I imagine the marchers will hit the

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Happy Earth Day! And happy Equal Pay Day! What a confusing day for fashion. Should I have worn green to give Mama Earth a shout-out or red to show my sisters that I've got their back? Ah, the important issues. So, what'd you all think of Chelsea Clinton's Gay Pub Crawl? I'll tell you what I thought — "Ah, man!" Ever been to Woody's, Bump, Sisters? I love my gay people and especially my gay

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I guess like most Americans—North Americans—my heritage is a bit ambiguous. I talk to my Grandmother via email pretty often—cool, right— and lately she'd expressed interest in writing a memoir of sorts. I, of course, encourage this because a.) I am a geek and b.) enjoy a good story and trust me, my Gramma's got a good one! Plus, I relish the thought of my handsome Grandparents as young people.

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It's cold outside, but I feel it's spring-like when I look out a window. It's sunny. I didn't realize how much sun we haven't had, well, until we recently started having sunlight. I know it will be spring... eventually. It's the logical conclusion. That follows winter, right. Well, in preparation I've already began thinking about the drinks I will enjoy on my patio eventually, that could be May

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So, this morning I'm in the elevator, which is unusually full of people going up to the 8th floor, the Indonesian consulate, well, there was also an older business guy who just seemed like a friendly type who smiles a lot. The elevator car emptied at the consulate and then it was just me and the older guy. He looks at me, smiles and says, "So, how's business?" I was caught completely off-guard,

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La, la, la... blog, my old friend. Seems I got distracted. Spent a week in Philadelphia and New York. Walked a ton. Ate some tasty food. I didn't post about it. Read a book or two. Watched a movie. Have been listening to loads of Ska and Rock Steady. I'm presently watching too many Youtube videos. My favorite of the moment is The Swift Kids for Truth's Hillary's Cookies. I will post again. Really.

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Happy Birthday to me... Happy Birthday to me... Happy Birthday, dear... just kidding. I decided to spend the final moments of my birthday reading every If today is your birthday horoscope I could google and have gleaned that this year, I will have a vision of my future or that I may achieve a success which will act like a domino-effect. Woo-who. It's about time. Ok. Added note. I am now

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Haha, seems Shephard Fairey — you know, the OBEY guy — is in on the Obama action!

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Enjoy the twee, heavily-accented tale of a woman traveling abroad for the first time. I did. 14e arrondissement - Paris, je t'aime Sorry I couldn't get a clip with English subtitles.

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I was listening to a local music program where the hosts were talking about music and food. They went on to talk about their favorite food songs. Now, I don't know about you, but a song about a Cinnamon Girl doesn't count; nor does a song about a Cornflake Girl, a song mentioning Brown Sugar or needing A Little Sugar in My Bowl. I fear these guys were missing something — something called metaphor

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What additional indignities must smokers suffer now that the smoking ban has gone into effect? First being driven into the street and now this — drive-by eggings? That's right, folks, eggings, maybe toilet-papering and prank phone calls are next? On Sunday night Nick and I went to witness a little soul shakin' and savin' at The Skylark. We stepped outside to enjoy a bit of smoke-tinged city air

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A group of guys got off The El ahead of me, one of which was whooping and hollering. I couldn't make out what he was raving about, but soon found him blocking the stairwell to praise this fair city to some poor bystanders — who I'm sure just wanted to go home. The guy proceeded to run down the stairs shouting, "I love Chicago! I looove Chicaaago!" Uh, ok? The guys headed out of the southern exit

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Damned working for a living.

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Happy Holiday! Here's to family, friends, good food and good times. If you're like me, you may have done a solo Christmas; the friends and family action may have taken place via the telephone, but it doesn't mean you've skimped on the the good times and good food, right?! I've also been partaking in the one small bonus a lone Christmas can offer — when none of your neighbors are around, you can

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I don't know about you, but I find the presidential candidates generally disappointing — at best. On top of it, I find their attempts at wooing the populace both sad and pathetic. I did get a laugh out of this blog post at The Guadian titled The War of The Christmas Sweaters. How's that for some holiday well-wishing? And as much as I'd love to post the photo of the Huckabee family, I just can't

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Dear, blogging friends — I'm sorry. It's not that I have been living such a full and eventful life that I've forgot about you. With the holidays and all, perhaps, I have been a bit preoccupied. I'll admit it and for that I'm sorry. Until I've got a post for you, I hope you'll accept a few photos taken with my phone. These first two were taken at the Christkindl Market. That's right, folks,

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... and the snow continues to fall. Will it continue through April? Something I'll have plenty of time to ponder. On to other stuff. I was rather peeved by the continaul coverage Kelly Pickler received via the net this past week. I had been more than fine not being familiar with this particular American and am in no way embarrassed by her imbicility; her idiocy is her own. I feel the same about

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Here I am, back in Chicago. Quiet times in Mexico City spent strolling through lush parks and thoughts of pleasantly chilly evenings sitting outside with a beverage, hold sway over me as I brace myself for a cruel Chicago winter. Snow is falling and is forecast to continue through tomorrow afternoon. Seems Mother Nature and the major networks are in cahoots, premiering Charlie Brown's Christmas

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I completely believe in the idea of synchronisity, although in my life, the connections are not always the most profound or meaningful and perhaps because of that, I see them often. That said, I was talking to a coworker yesterday who, I'm not sure how the conversation was steered in this direction, stated something to the effect, "When is Marijuana going to become legal so I can find out what

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I was bopping around the net and, don't ask me how, but I found out that today is Petula Clark's 75th birthday. As far as I'm concerned, a 75th birthday is worth celebrating, non? So, happy birthday, Petula! Not that I support Françoise Hardy stealing the birthday girl's thunder, but I found this clip of Petula and her yé-yé contemporaries Sylvie Vartan and Françoise Hardy singing a medley of

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Guy from The A-Team isn't the only person who loves it when a plan comes together — I too love it when a plan comes together. Heck, I love it when anything comes together or more specifically, when things that go together, come together. That said, I was listening to music from my itunes library and making Eggplant Parmigiana when the computer hit the Italian Ladies section. I was dredging and

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I can't decide whether or not I'm a complete jackass. I'm supposed to be saaaving my money, right? Big move in a year and all that. So what do I do when faced with bargain airfare and a long holiday weekend? That's right, folks. Book a ticket to Mexico City for Thanksgiving. Put in your requests for post cards and trinkets now.

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I love Halloween and am really bummed to have no plans this year. Partially because, as I've already stated, I love Halloween, but mostly because I want to be Amy Winehouse* like sooo bad. An opportunity to sport a crazy-bouffanted witch wig, garish fake nails, Cleopatra eye-liner, arms full of fake tattoos, huge earrings, even the cliched blacked-out tooth and fake blood(y ballet flats) — oh,

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This is completely irrelevant, but these are some photos I took of the roadtrip Nick and I took in a cherry convertible from Chicago down to Memphis last summer. This set obviously includes The Sears Tower representing Chicago, our starting point. Below The Sears Tower is a photo taken, down what's left of Route 66, of the state capital building in Springfield, Illinois. To the left of the

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So, word on the street's that real women don't use umbrellas. Or, er, at least that's what the guy on the street who always holds the door at the Post Office called out to me as I trudged by holding two grocery bags, but no umbrella, although it was raining. Perhaps this is a requirement to get into his "tough book?" I can get behind that as I think John and I made the same rule years ago when we

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I initially thought, "Ew, ew! What are those colorful, squishy-looking things?" Well, upon further investigation I found out that these colorful things are Quid. Quid being the same as they are in Britain - that's right, folks, money. Only these Quid are space money! And while I had been attracted to these colorful, shiny things, I am now, a bit, oh, I don't know? For one, I will never hold a

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I was just flipping channels and came across a news story about suburban Oak Lawn. My attention was peaked when the news reader said, "And the Mayor hadn't been drinking. " It seems Oak Lawn Mayor Dave Heilmann came up with a scheme hoping to get drivers to stop at stop signs. The scheme, that's right, post absurd stop signs. Now, a cheeky stop sign would surely distract me, in my tendency to

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It's been a busy week. Or so it seems. Monday night/Tuesday morning I returned from Philadelphia where, that's right, I ran into Benjamin Franklin eating ice cream at the Reading Terminal Market. Short of my friends, Ben Frank is easily one of my favorite Philadelphians and his museum, well, that's something I can go on-and-on about. Check it out if you can find it tucked behind the US Postal

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Today I'm in definite like with The White Stripes. Not that I ever don't like them, I just actually like-like them today. Now I'm sure you're dying to know what motivated these unprecedented warm and fuzzy feelings for Jack and Meg White? No, I don't suddenly adore weird, pasty couples whose relationship to one another I still know to be ambiguous. Ok, ok. They're divorced, not siblings or

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Happy New Year Ethiopia! And to the people of Ulyanovsk, Russia, Happy Day of Conception! And while I could explain why today, September 12, is New Year's Day in Ethiopia and why, it is not only New Year's Day, but the year 2000, I'm not. I'm going to tell you more about the Day of Conception. No offense to the fine, celebratory people of Ethiopia. So we all know Russia's screwed

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'Tis the final weekend of summer and it seems that the weather's decided to straighten itself out for the occassion. So, what have I got planned for this glorious long weekend? Well, to start, I had one last hurrah of a summer-hour-Friday! Nick met me downtown for lunch, as he never does that and could — don't you love it when a plan comes together? We both had a couple of spots in mind, but

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I sat down and tried to sum-up my adventures in Wisconsin and found the 'ole well o' wit dry, then I got a little sidetracked — blah-blah — here's my round-up. A couple of weeks ago Nick, Stephen and I trekked to America's Diaryland for a long weekend spent camping and taking in the odd roadside attraction. Same as last year, we camped at Devil's Lake, outside of quaint Baraboo. Last year we

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I just couldn't wait, so I rolled-up my (nonexistent) sleeves and whipped-up a mango sorbet. I, as predicted, adapted the aforementioned recipe, mostly just the quanties, and created a creamy melon-colored treat. I was pleased, as this time the liquid contents did not freeze as quickly, ala Shakleton, once introduced to the frozen inner chamber of my ice cream maker. The puree slowly thickened as

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It appears I'm not the only one trying their hand at making ice cream this week. I was delighted to learn that la femme behind chocolateandzucchini was presented an ice cream maker for her birthday. So over-joyed was she, that she pretty immediately whipped-up a sorbet mangue. Exciting stuff as it calls for no dairy and with the heat and humidity, who needs dairy? I think I may have to adapt

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I headed down to The Salvation Army thrift-shop yesterday with the unfulfilled hope of procuring some interesting fabric. Seeing as I couldn't leave the dingy warehouse empty-handed, I strolled down to the bargain basement. The basement's a bit overwhelming as it's filled from floor-to-ceiling with knick-knacks of every kind, including a whole wall crammed full of cooking implements. All sorts of

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It seems the recurrent theme this past week is souls: first it was the ripping apart of a soul and hiding it's shreds in horcruxes, then there was the stealing of a soul at midnight and finally, the signing away of a soul to The Devil. These occurances are from a book and two films repectively. As I've already talked about The Deathly Hallows, we'll talk about the movies. First was At Midnight

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I've finally read all 759 pages of J.K. Rowling's latest tome, The Deathly Hallows. And? And, I don't know? Ok, I know enough to give you a spoiler warning, if you're worried about that sort of thing. I'll sum the whole thing up by, for the last time, comparing it to an episode of Scooby Doo, he surely would have gotten away with it, if it weren't for those rascally kids! After days snatching

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Following a night spent drinking way too much wine and staying up far later than I should have listening to my favorite of Nick's new acquisitions, the Anna soundtrack, a nap was in order. Thank *insert what you'd like* for summer hours at work! Although, my much needed nap was cut short by a man digging through the dumpster in the alley. It wasn't the clanking of bottles or rifling through

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I'm gonna', because it would be a shame not to considering how much time this past week I've spent attempting to forecast the contents of the final Harry Potter installment. So, er, Deathly Hallows anyone? Am I too concerned by the possible death of the bespectacled boy wizard? Not really. If I were a certain potions professor, I think I may have taken one of the millions of opportunities I

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I'm not sure why, but this made me LOL. I quote: Raymond Chandler was notorious for his intense dislike of Alfred Hitchcock, whom he often referred to as "that fat bastard" (typically within hearing distance of Hitchcock.) And while we're at it. Not that you need a Hitchcock link, but hey, I'm a bit hyper-link-happy. While checking out said Hitchcock link, I came across — phobias. Seems,

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You know, I root for Bat for Lashes. When I come across a review — I read it, a new single — I listen. I mean, the girl is a self-styled Lost Boy, but ultimately, the music's a little too singer-songwriter for my liking, albeit with superior instrumentation. All that said, I do enjoy What's a Girl to Do. Maybe it's The Ronettes' bum-ta-bum-shhh or perhaps the general girl group air, especially

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The cicadas have emerged and are providing a soundtrack for the fireflies fanciful lightshow, meaning the summer is warming up and winding down. As I sit here sweating, pondering the summer thus far, I'm looking forward and wondering what the dog days will bring. Perhaps more farmers' markets? I just took the long way home to check out my neighborhood farmers' market. I was pleasantly surprised

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Le Petit Rasta was my introduction to the snarky Mr. Roux. It unfortunately has no proper video, although Petite Pouff here does. From the album whose title I read as Ah, If I were tall and handsome...

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When people ask, "How's work?" I have a standard reply, "Uneventful." Not that my office is a boring or a horrible place. Quite the contrary. My office is just, for the most part, void of gossip or dislikeable characters. Everything's pretty straight forward and honestly, laid back. So, I've been pleased that my cubicle window looks straight into the action this summer–the set of the newest

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Favorite things so far today: The weather. The idea of vertical farming in cities. New Deal-era posters. Post cards and stamps. BBC cooking shows: The Hairy Bikers and the yet-to-be-seen episode of Dish it Up that's posted on Youtube. Brand new ten commandments for Catholic motorists. Thou shalt check these out: 1. You shall not kill. 2. The road shall be for you a means of communion

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I flipped to a certain food blog this morning to find that it's author had eaten at an underground restaurant. Now, the idea of underground restaurants is something I find slightly amusing. Not it or them so much as the whole insistence upon calling them underground. I was introduced to this concept by a smug, activist type who pushed my buttons one afternoon and then bragged to the proprietor

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