Monday, February 28, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
A new old hobby
I love to paint. Very rarely do I have the patience to follow through with it. Lately I've had the itch to be more creative. Here are two pieces that I just recently finished.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Super Bowl: gluttony edition
J & I decided we were going to do this Super Bowl our own way and just the two of us. We went shopping for all our favorites. We cooked and fixed everything we wanted and then proceeded to eat it. We look back on this day as a fun mistake. We overindulged while clever commercials and a super bowl shootout played in the background. What did we consume you ask? Let me give you the rundown.
1. A big vat of chili with cheese and fritos
2. Little smokies (nathan's little wieners smothered in KC masterpiece BBQ sauce)
3. Pinwheels
4. A meat, cheese, and olive platter
5. Smoked oysters and saltines
6. Guacamole and chips
7. Chili con queso and chips
8. Beer
9. Brownies
Food 1 - Us 0 was the final score.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Restaurant Week NYC
I live in NYC partly because it has the best food from any culture all in one melting pot of a place. Restaurant week allows patrons to book dinners at some of the best places in the city. These places provide a special restaurant week menu providing prix frixe lunches and dinners for a fair price.
J & I ventured to midtown east last friday for some restaurant week dining. We went to Maloney & Porcelli a well known steakhouse. We started with a wonderful bottle of chardonnay and some delicious appetizers. I had caramelized scallops and J had a wonderful squash ravioli. The signature 10 oz filet mignons came next. Absolutely perfect. Dessert followed and we split a chocolate cake along with a coconut cake.
Delicious.
J & I ventured to midtown east last friday for some restaurant week dining. We went to Maloney & Porcelli a well known steakhouse. We started with a wonderful bottle of chardonnay and some delicious appetizers. I had caramelized scallops and J had a wonderful squash ravioli. The signature 10 oz filet mignons came next. Absolutely perfect. Dessert followed and we split a chocolate cake along with a coconut cake.
Delicious.
Friday, February 4, 2011
We can be cute sometimes.
One of our friends was caught singing... "Here's a story, of a lovely lady..."
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
HAVING A COKE WITH YOU
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or
being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
—Frank O'Hara
being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
—Frank O'Hara
Friday, January 14, 2011
The Sartorialist does it again.
I've followed the Sartorialist for awhile now and never ceases to amaze me how great of an eye he has. He found this young woman and snapped a picture of her. She seems like someone with a great story. Who wouldn't want to know her?
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