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Monday, September 27, 2010


"God is a quality, not an object. God is not God but godliness — and godliness has to be found first within yourself. Unless you have a taste of it in your own being you will not be able to see it anywhere else. Once you have tasted it, once you have become drunk on the divine, then you will see it in the trees — in the green of the trees, in the red of the trees, in the gold of the trees. You will see it in the sun, in the moon, in the stars. You will be able to see it in the animals, birds, people, rivers, mountains. The whole existence will reflect your understanding, will become a mirror to you. You will be able to see your own face everywhere. We can see only that which we are, we cannot see that which we are not."

— Osho

Notes To Self:

-To change things about yourself all you have to do is (gasp) start doing them
-Truths are simple
-Stop overanalyzing... things really can be explained as basically as possible, with only a subject, verb and direct object, and that's that.


A summer video to serve as a good balance for an autumn rainy day.
Good job, Shelly-Welly!! Now put it on Vimeo... :

Saturday, September 25, 2010

On the Waterfront

When times are tough, I can honestly say my mind Pavlovianly goes into picnic mode. I spent a good while in a dolorous daze even though I had just enjoyed a really good massage (although, I won't lie... even during massages my mind wanders very quickly). Something overcame me and I snapped out of it... I ran into Tops where I bought a sesame demi, heirloom tomato, fig & balsamic vinegar jam (which was really, really good), chocolate raisins and a goat milk brie that melted to the perfect consistency under today's sun. I sat at the waterfront where Bluebs joined me moments later.

I confessed I've been eating too much bread and cheese, and apologized for finishing the tomato... She let it slide and we concluded our rendezvous with heavenly coffees from Blue Bottle. I immediately regretted not ordering the New Orleans iced coffee after having a sip of hers... People, it was the best coffee I've ever had. I don't know about moving back to this area anymore, between the rent and the $4 (albeit very worth it) New Orleans iced coffees I might not make it.

P.S. I was schvitzing in the sweater I put on hurriedly this morning after looking out the window at 10 am grey skies, so I bought this lovely little number on my way to the park. You'll probably see these colors later.

Friday, September 24, 2010

In A Zone (Hint: It's Not Autozone)

Just heard a story in which Character A tells Doctor U: "I have nothing left in my arsenal... I've tried everything." To this Dr. U responds, "Don't you see? It's not up to you. You've done all you can, as you said. It just isn't up to you past a certain point."

These are the type of things I just don't learn easily. I can figure out how to thread my eyebrows like a pro in a month. I am kind of good at not making the same mistake twice. I've been good at picking up languages these days... When it comes to this though. I fail miserably. I've never thought of myself as a control freak, perhaps it's time to start.

It feels like no one around me has it easy these days... Not that I was expecting it to be so, but... gimme a break. Does the harvest moon from Wednesday have anything to do with this? At least I was well fed on my birthday thanks to Gordis who supplied me with so many goodies including my favorite chocolate lava cake with halvah and anise frosting from Hummus Kitchen...

Last night, I checked out a Batsheva Dance Company show, which was beyond inspirational. Ohad Naharin's brilliant choreography had me on the verge of tears. Although I was bummed that I missed the Bouchra Ouizguen performance at the French Institute this same night. I must say, it's godawful walking around like a zombie, but it's done wonders for my creativity and compassion. There's a new intersection between sensitivity and creating in my life I am starting to appreciate... My new resolution is to keep tapping into that, but to also be happy and honest with myself while keeping that emotional reservoir in tact. Still trying to find my rhythm here...

Monday, September 20, 2010

Searching for Redemption in Nina Menkes' Dissolution

Copy pasted from "The Huffington Post":

Persistent and unwavering in continuously producing independent work on her own terms, American director Nina Menkes has defied the odds posed against most alternative filmmakers by creating feature films for over two decades without compromising her creative vision. Based in Los Angeles, Menkes works outside of the Hollywood system, vehemently opposing the dominant forces that reduce films to products, instead honoring cinema as an art form. With roots in Israel and Germany, Menkes has made films that address her Jewish heritage and sense of family through the vantage points of isolated, marginalized, and roaming female subjects who can all be looked at as an extension of the other. She has situated her characters in locations spanning the East and West, in places including Morocco, India, Las Vegas, and Los Angeles. Weaving fairytale references, surrealism, and spiritual undercurrents into all of her works, Menkes fuses the hyper-real, alienated realities of her characters with the otherworldly, bringing alive on screen their quest into the unknown--their search for something greater to free them of their loneliness...

You can read the rest of Shrimpoe's article by clicking here.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Gimme Dat... Dat... Dat


Como mi favorita, sooooo ahead of her time.
On Friday night, I had a private Lucy fest:

Saturday, September 18, 2010

This Looks Like A Good Spot

Just want to take off my shoes and read on grass... This place will do!

The waterworks show started early with this book, by page 1 to be precise! This is what a day off looks like:

Friday, September 17, 2010


After being slapped by Shrimpoe, I re-read my last post. I realized it sounds quite positive when in fact, that actually stemmed from one of the hardest days I've ever endured in my life.

For the day to come to a close with a sudden tornado storm was so appropriate. Two of the saddest days of 2010 for me ended with a mythical downpour of rain, and in both occasions I felt strangely comforted. Sort of like the world was saying, It's okay... You just really need to have this day, then it points me to the nearest subway with no umbrella, a dead cell phone and soggy shoes.

Anyways, I don't think great things can happen unless you take a severe beating for them. Maybe... Or perhaps I just like doing things the hard way. Nah, I really think I'm right on this one.

Thursday, September 16, 2010


My life has become somewhat of a cosmic joke, it's done so more and more as I've grown older... In the best way possible though. Perhaps it is because I am always anticipating these fortuitous moments. I very much look forward to the cards aligning in mysteriously wonderful ways. I don't leave too much up to chance, but the hyper-consciousness I've got when it comes to this stuff is consistently "on", and I find that when the switch flips back to "off" in a blowing-out-a-fuse type of way is when I'm most miserable. (Cue: "Duh")

I guess this all boils down to a do you see the glass as half empty vs. half full type of scenario. Naivety, optimism, hopefulness- call it what you will, as long as I'm smiling or laughing roughly 30% more of the time than not (I decided I'm good with a happy to sad ratio of 65:35), I'm cool with it. Everyone's life is guided by these serendipitous alignments, we just forget to look out for them. I should reconstruct that sentence in a more positive way for argument sake, I should remember to focus on these serendipitous alignments... At the risk of echoing something my mom would have framed for me behind glass with frivolous adornment...

Viva Mexico!

Hoy celebramos héroes, revoluciónes y el poder que cada nación tiene para cambiarse y para cambiar!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Upstate Bay'beh

Yesterday I drove up the enchanting Taconic State Highway into upstate New York. I had a yummy salad at a charming diner by Millbrook which bottles their own sherry vinaigrette. This town seems to be theee place for bargain vintage furniture shopping! I wrapped up the day at Serevan with good company. I couldn't take photos, as it would be rude in this context, but I had the mussels in coconut milk and spices, BBQ spare ribs with mashed potatoes and cole slaw (I had just been talking about craving ribs, I haven't eaten meat in a while without realizing it...) and for dessert we had apricot chocolate sticky toffee cake with orange sorbet and a devil's food cake with pistachio ice cream. Tribe got it wrong- Everything is fair in the country! I don't know why I don't do this more often- breathtaking panoramic views, invigorating fresh air, serenity and local, organic foods!

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Me Day

Saturday again! And this time I saw it as a day by myself and for myself. Got my nails done, massage, new haircut, enjoyed a solitary dinner consisting of sparkling wine, oysters, salad, spicy garlic shrimp and chocolate banana bread pudding with a delicious port and curled up with the dog to watch All About My Mother with jasmine green tea and my sea urchin set (which I never get to use)... And I had time to sew the golden button back on my navy pants.

Me too, Manuela!

Friday, September 10, 2010

Those Little Things Again

I had a really amazing fruit and custard danish from La Bergamote, a godsend by a new production office. This fantastic cafe was really all we needed... Update: That is my lunch down there now... For the second time this week, a prosciutto, fresh mozarella, fig and honey basil dressing sandwich.

And then see here, another one of the passions in my life- office supplies! I'm at one notebook a week, here I have volumes 1-3:

Did you note the beigeish-coral post its? Note the beigeish-coral post its!
They were a trade for bright, annoying neon ones.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

It's the Little Things....

I have an early day! My first free day of escaping while the sun is still out in a while, and the only thing I long for in the entire world is a lovely dinner with a good friend, something I don't get to do much of these days. Alas...

At least I had some delicious treats sprinkled throughout my day. One of my co-workers made this DELICIOUS peanut butter fudge on the left down there, and another guy I work with gave me that yummy pastry from La Bergamote.

Monday, September 6, 2010


I feel kind of shitty moping down there while this stuff is going on. That's usually how it goes... whine, whine, whine, get perspective, go back to whining about something else 2 weeks later.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

A Huckleberry Eve

So last year's unemployment induced mild depression has evolved into this year's deeper, heartache inspired depression which has decided to showcase itself exclusively on Saturdays. Why can't one ever have it all??? *throws hands in air and chomps on raisin toast smeared with Burnet* Well you can, but that takes a lot of work, and since I've been doing enough of just that Sunday-Friday in another arena, I'm afraid I don't have much time or energy to invest in other departments. While the nonstop workdays have been good for not dwelling on sad stuff, it's been terrible for that first day off, which is when all the thoughts I've suppressed for an entire week surface and keep me in bed for an embarrassing amount of hours. Once I did manage to prop myself out of bed, I discovered the world was a fairly nice place around 6 pm.

Shortly after waking up, I arrived at this Huckleberry Bar with D and B. I really enjoyed the snacks and drinks here (listening to Jimmy Buffett's "Another Saturday Night (And I Ain't Got Nobody)" upon arriving 30 minutes early- not so much). We sort of did it big with a pair of paninis and smaller munchies like perfectly candied pecans and hardboiled eggs with a ranchy mayo/mustardseed condiment.

The first thing I ordered was a prosciutto, gouda, pickled jalapeno and peach butter sandwich. I was upset at first that I couldn't taste the peach, but once it kicked in it was heavenly! It was actually the perfect amount, with the bits of spicy pickle here and there in side a perfectly pressed, flaky crust. Afterwards, we had the tuna melt with white cheddar and caperberry pictured above. I had these with a Raoul Lufbery (Prosecco, Beefeater gin, basil, fresh grapefruit and lime).

Then I tried a Perfect Juanhattan (Old Overholt Rye, Sweet Vermouth, Dry Vermouth, Apple Bitters and Bourbon Cherry). I developed an affinity for smokey liquors last night after that and a smokey mezcal with lime and other stuff (like maple syrup, grapefruit and extra secret goodies), although after mentioning the down-in-the-dumps stuff, I don't want you to get the wrong idea! The meat and cheese plate was amazing. I forgot what the blue cheese was called, but the white bit of bliss in the middle is Brunet, a Goat's Milk from Italy that I'm about to go buy a barrel of.

I also found this new pattern I'm fond of in the bathroom, soon to be replicated by yours truly in the N.O.P. Please keep in mind that the same lighting that does justice to a bar toilet is not as effective with regard to capturing blue hues with a camera phone... Booooo.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Brace Yourself

Pretty soon that address up there will become "What Delicious Grom Flavor I Tried today" dot blogspot dot com. With that said, today I tried peach! It was heavenly! I ate it with a hazelnut biscotti from Bouchon.

Married Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness

Yes, I could have just linked you to the article on-line, but this way I feel I am more actually sharing the book review with you.

I would like to declare Jonathan Franzen's "Freedom" the first read of my soon-to-be-crystallized Book and Garden Club! I can't wait to analyze the Berglunds' marriage, and explore "how to be married when one [loves] truly, madly, deeply and the other feels 'like [they're] being followed around by a really nice, well-trained dog.' " I am very much intrigued by Mr. Franzen's central question of "whether people really have a right to the pursuit of happiness when much of the rest of the world lives in misery", a recurring query between Bluebs and myself (as you may already know).


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