change of address

please forward all correspondence to:
the roof
metropolitan museum of art
1000 5th avenue
new york, ny

oh, sigh. i could stay up there forever. sipping brooklyn lager.. people watching.. breathing, not drinking, the air.. the whole trip was amazing.


stayed out til 5. went to a bar in the village that is only accessible by walking through a dirty chinese restaurant to an unmarked door. wandered barneys. contemplated a pair of lanvin heels. (they were on sale.) stayed at the waldorf-astoria(!!!)

still sighing. oh i miss it.

eeeeee

i'm going to spend next weekend in MANHATTAN!
this will be the longest week of my life.
(photo found here)

hot

why is it that once this lovely city has reached a comfortable summer temperature of 108 i have a sudden urge to bake? really, it's all i want to do. i made blondies on sunday for bob's birthday, and now i'm looking for any semi-legit excuse to make a cake. roopa's paper got accepted? congrats, here's a baked good. as if my kitchen doesn't already feel like the fifth circle of hell.

yesterday i drove down richmond past two restaurants that are engaged in an ongoing billboard war.

pappadeaux: 'try our top shelf margaritas!'

khyber: 'what if they're made by a midget?'

in summary:

(found here)

valley of pioneers

did i mention i went to a psychic? i was in northampton with morgan the night before graduation and she wanted to do something exciting; it was either palm readings or tattoos. (i really pushed the tattoo idea but she resisted.. being a big sister/role model is a responsibility i take very seriously.)

so 'dorina' told me the following:
- i will be proposed to twice but married once
- i'm artistic but it can be my downfall
- i will become successful and have a famous name, but not a famous face

the last one i think is plausible, if by 'famous' she means people will say 'hey, is your middle name Middle? bwahahahaha!' actually, it's already happening. good job dorina!

that weekend i also learned that the controversy of the pronunciation of delano's has officially ended, because it is now called stackers. LAME. i didn't go in, because i will not patronize an establishment that has a line out the door of brahs in polo shirts and dirty sox hats worn backwards. it's like the loss of barselotti's was too much to bear so they had to ruin a perfectly decent bar. whatever, dudes. what made me feel better was seeing motown benny playing his bucket out front. at least that doesn't change. (and we are facebook friends, after all.)

author

my first research paper is currently 'in review'. so, hooray? come on, journal of endocrinology. (edited by my former PI.. which is either very good or very bad.)

i hate being a nerd.

so.

	Leonard Cohen - Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye
	Found at skreemr.com

chopped

got my haircut the other day. would you like to see?


not quite that short, but the effect is the same i think. i called michelle:
me: 'i'm not a fan. it makes me look really young.'
michelle: 'i think that's your face.'

birfday

today i am 27. a few months ago i was losing sleep over being in my late twenties, which is understandable when everyone around you is talking about getting married, having kids, making money, having one foot in the grave.

but i've decided not to play that game. i'm ok with 'almost thirty'. it doesn't change the fact that i'm going to do what i want to do. not being on some arbitrary timeline is much more relaxing, and it leaves me to lie awake at night thinking about what the hell i'm going to play on my new radio show. (shameless self-promotion! ktru 91.7fm!)

so i've celebrated this year by eating. a lot. to wit: queso on friday, grasshopper tacos (not mint & chocolate; actual fried grasshoppers.. crunchy) and squash blossoms from hugo's on saturday, chocolate carrot cupcakes, and steak night at volcano today. with more queso, because gluttony is the spice of life.