Sweet Blog O'Mine

v. 2.0

  • Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’

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    Well, I made it back safely from an amazing week in Galicia.  I’ve posted the pictures up quick and dirty, and will spend some time later today cleaning them up (like giving them labels so you know what the hell you’re looking at).  I had a great time, ate my fill of shellfish and jamon, and drank copious quantities of alvarinho.  I biked long and hard (particularly the first day, which was hilly and hot as hell, plus an additional day where I did an extra hill loop), saw some gorgeous scenery, and had the pleasure of some great company — thanks again to Bing, Martín, Joey, Yael, and particularly our fearless coordinator, Carlos, for making the trip so outstanding.  More details to come.

  • Legs Don’t Fail Me Now

    It’s about to get quiet around here for the next week — I’m off to Galicia for a week long bike trip.  Hope to have great stories and pictures when I return!  Pictures from my last bike trip, to Provence and Tuscany, are here.  Was it really four years ago?!?

  • Another 10 Seconds

    Towards my 15 minutes of fame.  Yes, that was me you saw eating a spam musubi at the new Bamn! automat on CNN’s American Morning this morning.  Missed it?  Watch the video clip here (there’s a short commercial first — consider yourself warned).

  • Coziness

    Sometimes there is absolutely nothing better than slipping into a freshly-made bed with soft sheets that still are a tad warm from the dryer.  Last night was definitely one of those times. 

  • Tapas = Committment-phobic?

    I don’t think I would judge a guy based on the restaurant he picks for our first date — well, let me rephrase that.  I wouldn’t make assumptions about his character based on the cuisine.  I would, however, be likely to make judgments about his taste based on the individual restaurant. 

  • Rain, Rain . . .

    Looks like it’s going to be a perfect day for my shiny red galoshes, which I should have taken to the beach this past weekend.

  • A Few of My Favorite Things

    – A weekend at the beach, even if it’s rainy, filled with good company, paella, sangria, games, and laughter.
    – Coming home to a Fresh Direct delivery.
    – Dinner at Babbo, especially with good friends.
    – The octopus with chilis at Peasant wine bar.  Don’t forget to sop up all the juices with their crusty bread.
    – Hearing the joy in a voice mail from friends announcing the arrival of their newly adopted daughter (congrats, Eric & Bill!).

  • Planet of the Exes

    My friend Eliza and I were daydreaming yesterday.  We were dreaming of a place to which all ex-boyfriends would disappear for about six months after a breakup.  "Another city," I suggested.  "Another planet — planet of the Ex-Boyfriends!" she countered.  What an excellent idea.  They would all be banished to the Planet of the Ex-Boyfriends so that there would be no chance of running into them.  They’d still have to work (remotely — the wonders of technology), but there would be no women there (so we need not worry that they’re dating someone else so soon after the breakup), and there would be plenty of time during which they would be required to sit and reflect upon the error of their ways.  After they served their time, they would be permitted to return — to find us looking fabulous and happily dating someone else.

    We girls can dream, can’t we?

    * Just a note if you happen to be an ex of mine and reading this — please don’t take this personally.  It’s more of a hypothetical; not directed to anyone in particular.  You know that I always manage to stay friends with all of you regardless . . .

  • Ack!

    It is such a bad feeling to wake up and notice that you forgot to set your alarm clock and that it’s over an hour later than you normally wake up.   The initial panic subsides a little when you realize that a) it’s only an hour and ten minutes later than the normal time for which the alarm is set, and b) due to your nasty snooze button addiction, you usually don’t get out of bed until about 45 minutes after the thing normally goes off anyway.  After a sigh of relief, you shuffle off to the shower (and even have time to write a short blog post!).

  • Ain’t That the Truth

    From Tanya Weineman Steel at the Epi-log:

    [W]e women are tired of men who are in better shape than us and who watch their diet and exercise more than we do.

    Amen, sister, couldn’t have said it better myself. 
    She goes on to talk about how the hottest guys in Hollywood are ones who have a few pounds on them, have a healthy relationship with food, and know how to enjoy themselves without overdoing it.  There’s definitely a difference between a healthy balance and an unhealthy obsession.  Wonder what Derek would think about that based on some of his recent posts?  That said, I’m off for a run and then a trip to the Greenmarket.  See — balance!