I've been thinking I'll recap Top Chef this season and finding it a bit impossible. We don't have cable anymore, so I've been watching it on the computer the next day. (How I long for cable! Every single week without fail spoil Mad Men for myself, like ten different ways.) My old recaps were, as someone kindly said, "Rife with grammatical and factual errors" since I usually wrote them the next morning at 6am before work in a coffee-induced hysteria, but at least they had a certain energy. Now I'm just sort of tired from walking the dog.
The puppy has induced a sort of torpor combined with a lackadaisical sort of alcoholism: I really, really want that cocktail but am too lazy to make it. Luckily Travis has perfected my jam, the from-scratch whiskey sour. I remember in one of the early months of having Prancyd, when he would bark and bite and howl and be generally adorably horrible, picking up 2 enormous bottles of gin and whiskey on the way home because I seriously could not face my little beast without a cocktail. In this picture you can see basically all our possessions piled on the surfaces he couldn't reach. He can reach them all now.
Now we've turned into that dog couple. All we do is talk to each other about how cute he is. I' m horrified that this post has turned into a post about my puppy but am not even surprised at this point.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Rosie V. Bale
I haven't posed on Huffington in forever -- I moved with Travis to Crown Heights, which is great. We were priced out of Cobble Hill and although my commute is longer now, since I work on the Upper East Side, now we are at least living in the parlor floor of a brownstone. With a deck! However, cable is gone and we also got a new puppy (more on that later.) I've been watching Top Chef and as is my wont, rooting for the villain., but not recapping it.
Recently, like everyone, I have been listening to the infamous Christian Bale rant from the set of his new movie. Basically the DP messes up Christian's concentration while he's trying to film a scene. I also loved the remix.
I immediately became obsessed with creating a mash up with my favorite movie of all time, Riding the Bus with My sister, which is totally impossible to describe. I will merely link to the NY Times review, which is pretty hilarious.
Anyway, I became obsessed with creating a mash up between Rosie's character and Christian Bale's rant. What if Rosie were a PA on the set of Terminator Salvation? All I can say is, I think I've actually made poor Bale sympathetic. I, for one, would definitely kick Rosie's ass.
Click here for my remix.
Recently, like everyone, I have been listening to the infamous Christian Bale rant from the set of his new movie. Basically the DP messes up Christian's concentration while he's trying to film a scene. I also loved the remix.
I immediately became obsessed with creating a mash up with my favorite movie of all time, Riding the Bus with My sister, which is totally impossible to describe. I will merely link to the NY Times review, which is pretty hilarious.
Anyway, I became obsessed with creating a mash up between Rosie's character and Christian Bale's rant. What if Rosie were a PA on the set of Terminator Salvation? All I can say is, I think I've actually made poor Bale sympathetic. I, for one, would definitely kick Rosie's ass.
Click here for my remix.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
My Dear Eric
I came home this morning to enjoy a full pot of coffee (sorry, I'm addicted) and a glance through the NY Times Food section. Eric Ripert, frequent Top Chef guest judge and also (primarily!) chef at La Bernedin, was given the challenge of cooking with ingredients from a 99 cent store. If only the NY Times had this on video! At least there is a slide show.
I'm going to the opera with Travis tonight, so I'll miss Top Chef. Here's hoping I can find it somewhere by Friday.
I'm going to the opera with Travis tonight, so I'll miss Top Chef. Here's hoping I can find it somewhere by Friday.
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