I somehow ended up on a [Brooklyn] rooftop in an African drum circle and hooked...– Text from an anonymous dear friend/soul sister this past Sunday morning. The kind of thing that makes me love this city even more.
FOODIE FILES: Rockaway Taco
Go. Go now. But don’t tell all of your friends. Let it remain unspoiled. Uncomplicated. ...
Thievery Corporation, live, is a solid, funky, feel-good time. Roughly ten interchangeable musicians grooving and rapping off of one another. You don’t even need to know the songs to enjoy the show. That being said, Until The Morning, Sweet Tides and Lebanese Blonde were everything I dreamed they’d be. Oh, and there was a sitar. We missed Raphael Saadiq. I don’t want to talk...
sisters in the city
Thievery Corporation and Raphael Saadiq at the Williamsburg Waterfront tonight in Brooklyn. Rain or shine. Shoo girl!
Rain rain, go away. Don’t come again another day. Yeah, that’s right - you heard me. Not tonight, or tomorrow, or next week. Just go. Get out of here. I’m sick of the sight of you. Fuck off. You dampen pun not intended my plans. My spirits. My rise and shine. My hair. My questionably sheer work blouses. My morning runs. My playlists (see Coldplay, Alexi Murdoch, Bon Iver, Cat...
Summer anthem of my youth.
Rules of Summer Drinking
One more bag of ice. Maybe two. A drink tastes 20 percent better when you’re not wearing shoes. Unless your shoes are flippers. In which case it tastes 20 percent worse. Plastic cups are an indignity we must suffer for the greater good. The official beer of the out-of-doors is Mexican. Caribbean is fine, too. The official liquor of the out-of-doors is tequila. Cans over bottles. ...
I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands. - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. Lower East Side, June 1943. Summer is here. Let it rush right in.
Spring 2011. Hellooooo sweet summer time.
Felt like a brand new song this morning.
When you travel, never look through the eye of your camera.– Words of Wisdom from my father.
A column from NPR this morning - fabulous, really hits the nail on the head, looks like I might hold off on that dramatic cut I was considering after all - by Laura Lorson, director, producer, and editor for Talk of the Nation and All Things Considered during the 1990s All right, so, apparently summer’s here, and that means we are all once again faced with very serious decisions with...
FOODIE FILES: Italy EDITION
So the Jews go to Israel and the Catholics go to Vatican City and the Mormons go to some far off planet in distant space (naturally). But my religion sends me to a different mecca - that religion being family and food and art and culture. So, to Italy, I go, with my sister. Our first day in Rome was spent sundressed and sunglassed, wandering throughout the Trastevere neighborhood, weaving along...
Everybody watch out
Today is World Naked Bike Ride Day. Photo courtesy of Village Voice.
All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.– Drowning at work this week after my weeklong sweet-nothing in Italia. Will resurface soon with a bouquet of photographs and stories and videos and music and more. I promise. And spoiler alert: vintage Italian tortoise shell wayfarer sunnies. Sawooon.
No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his...