Killing time

We went for a nice stroll yesterday evening before catching The September Issue at the Sunshine Theater. On the way to the theater we saw this interesting bit of information:

So, ya know, if you know of anyone who might be interested, we thought we'd lend a hand.

Tonight’s film: Food, Inc.

Nothing like a little education this evening. 

We are headed to the West Village tonight to see Food, Inc. at Film Forum, as it has now been recommended by several trusted friends. On a similar topic, we have already seen The Future of Food on Hulu, and recommend it to others as well.

Watch that feature here for free. 

We believe these to be extremely pressing topics, and love being educated consumers. Thought we would spread the word and pay it forward!

The Sark Manford scandal

I just had to add another piece of wood to the Mark Sanford fire. Who makes up an excuse like that? Oh, in case you haven’t heard, the SC governor was found to have cheated on his wife and used the  ol’ “I-went-hiking-in-the-Appalachian-Mountains-by-myself-without-telling-anyone” excuse. An oldie but goodie!

Thought I’d share a funny article.

And…I’m spent.

Mix Tape Extravaganza Sundays

A rainy weekend equals ducking inside and spending time with friends and good music blaring in the background. Add in a couple of good bottles of wine to boot and you’ve got a paaaarrrr-taaayyyy.

Check this guy out and enjoy a free download:

http://www.e-603.com/

I’ve got more up my sleeve if you’re so inclined…just leave a comment and I’ll send along some links.

Voyeurism in motion

The rain has finally cleared out! It doesn’t mean we’ve seen the last of it though.  With the sidewalks drying I took the opportunity to take a walk through through our wonderful neighborhood that is Park Slope. Oh, and I did it without tripping – one of my worst fears (it could happen at any time!).

Having been away from New York City for so long, I had forgotten some of the details about living here – ya know, like noticing everyday minutiae.  Even trifling things amount to the collective whole that I live in.* Things like trash. Yeah, trash.

Yesterday was garbage day. That means exactly what you think it means. People throw out an accumulation of their unwanted shit onto the sidewalk in large plastic (and oftentimes clear) bags. As dusk settled, the street lights flickered on as did the lights inside each browstone I passed. With a quick glimpse through their windows and a glance at their trash, it was interesting as to what I could immediately gather from the person or family living in each abode. Okay, maybe I threw in a dash of judgment just for fun. It comes from a good place, mkay?

- Books scattered around his house even though he’s got floor to ceiling, wall to wall bookshelves. Box of books on the front stoop, free for the taking. Advanced Calculus. Geometric Equations Part 3. A bundle of The New Yorker magazines tied up with string. Literary math nerd and probably part time professor. Single, introverted, and more than likely well off. His demeanor just screams it as he leans back in his chair with the NY Times.

- Family packs of beef + flattened FreshDirect boxes. Collapsed Gymboree playground in a box complete with swing set (they’ve either got a backyard or really, really high ceilings). Lights out, glare from TV illuminates the room. Man and woman staring intently at a show. Married, with kids who like to have their friends and their kids over for BBQs on weekends. Overheard on any given weekend: “My son just turned 3 weeks old and he has already started walking, what about yours?”

- Several 6-packs of Anchor Steam and Brooklyn I.P.A. still sit on the stoop steps and didn’t quite make it to the sidewalk for recycling. 3 twenty-somethings in similar screen printed shirts sit around playing board games. Possible conversation topics: who’s playing the Mercury next weekend, the Steve Buscemi sighting on 8th Ave two days ago, and one-upping each other on where they fall on the bi-coastal continuum.

- Blue compostable pick-up bags brimming with dog shit strewn in with organic dog chow bags. Empty boxes of specialty wines shipped in from Napa. A dog named Shana bounds down the steps eager to greet anyone passing by. A gay couple sits on the steps, arms interlocked. “Phew, what a day.”

- Blackened windows. You don’t recycle, whoever you are. Tisk tisk and that is all I have to say about you.

- Empty take out bags from Jpan. Empty pizza boxes. Blue compostable pick-up bags. Shoeboxes. Several, ahem, empty wine bottles. Huber’s sitting on the stoop with the pups and I join them, ready for you to walk by and size me up out of the corner of your eye.

*Dear NY, I heart you (again).

1-9, and then there was 10

Choose your own adventure

 

This is totally Sir Gondola Estherhouse in the role of a lifetime.

We prefer the glorious option #3, which will play first for you above.

“There you are, my gorilla friend.”

  

 Steph has taken a liking to a certain gorilla as of late. Read about him, and the sweet little petunia that he is, via the link provided below.

MEET HASANI HERE

She falls in love with a gorilla. I find this pic.

Enjoy!