So apparently according to my mom, the old picture had to go. Via an email today: "I think it’s time for a new picture of you on your blog – that smile is starting to annoy me. You need to evoke a different persona once in a while."
Well, mom, still smiling here, but now I’m being glamorous. Better? Worse? Maybe I need something artsy and mysterious?
I finally managed to make it to Rachel’s In the Flesh reading series after several months of scheduling conflicts. Although I certainly enjoyed the readings/performances, my favorite part of the evening was seeing so many people whom I hadn’t seen in way too long (okay, there are probably more links, but I was getting lazy there). Other highlights of my week included my now semi-regular Tuesday night kickboxing class (take that, stress!), drinks and crudo at Dona, a Hillary Clinton fundraiser, and the first summer associate event of the summer. Tonight was all about a hot date with my couch, some Pio Maya chicken mole leftovers and a tape of last night’s Top Chef. I’m about to top that off by curling up in bed with some hot porn — food porn, that is (the new Bon Appetit was in my mailbox today). At least I know I’ll have sweet dreams (bad pun fully intended, of course).
So some of you may have been getting sporadic email updates from Bloglet at times when I updated this site. As you probably know, Bloglet has been incredibly unreliable lately; I’ve gotten comments from friends that they hadn’t gotten an update in weeks and they were worried that I had cut them off. It wasn’t me, I swear. Last week, I switched my email subscription service to FeedBlitz – you’ll notice the new subscription box on the side. Coincidentally, I got this email from Bloglet this morning:
Bloglet began as a hobby of mine to help manage the random blogs I’d read on a daily basis. This was back when words like "blog" and "rss" had yet to enter most people’s vocabulary.
Now "blogs" are being mentioned on the Daily Show, but Bloglet still remains a hobby. It’s obvious that I don’t have the time to turn this hobby into something that offers a fair level of service to users.
On the other hand, Phil and the team over at Feedblitz has been doing a great job building their blog-to-email product into a viable service. They’ve even built a Bloglet-to-Feedblitz converter. I recommend that any current users of Bloglet give them a try.
So here’s the deal. If you were a Bloglet subscriber, I tried to import you. If you have gotten a FeedBlitz email update, you’re in good shape and you don’t have to do anything. If not, I mistakenly thought your email was spam and you’ll have to resubscribe (oddly, there were a bunch of spam emails that "subscribed" to the Bloget update). So — let me know how it works, if you have any questions, etc. And enjoy the new feed update!
The few moments last weekend I didn’t spend either at the movies (Poseidon at the IMAX), chowing down on swine (Pigfest), or on the couch recovering (from Hallie’s wedding), I was apparently mugging for the camera with Doug. Lovely, aren’t we? Pictures of the Pigfest and a few from the wedding where my tongue isn’t hanging halfway down my face are on flickr.
for all the moms out there. Taken at Brooklyn Bridge Park on Saturday.
I listen to NPR in the morning. All week they’ve had their pledge drive (which has creepily crept into my dreams), and they are offering a New Yorker subscription as a thank you gift for a $120 pledge. Since I do, in fact, read the New Yorker, I thought to myself, wow, what a convenient thank you gift for those of us who listen to NPR and read the New Yorker. Later that morning as I tucked my New Yorker into my bag and turned off NPR, to which I had been listening all morning, I thought, wow, I’ve turned into my Dad (NPR listener, New Yorker reader) without even thinking about it.
I’ve noticed a theme lately. Most of my female friends are in their 30’s, like me. I’ve noticed that, more and more, when they date someone for a while (good, bad, or other), and then it ends, the thing they are often the most upset about is not the guy himself, but the thought of getting back out into the New York dating pool, which often seems like a hopeless, annoying pool of dread. I understand this completely. By the time you hit your 30’s, you know yourself pretty well, and this often means that you’re more set in your ways. Dating, in the beginning phases, particularly if you’re not meeting anyone you really like, can seem more like a chore than anything else. At least, after Saturday, I learned that being in the New York dating pool might be a bit better than the Minneapolis dating pool, where there isn’t much real dating, but rather more "happy hours" and such where people just mingle. If you’re lucky, you find someone you like there (thanks to Katie’s sister Jenny, our Minneapolis correspondent).
What are your thoughts? Do you find the breakup worse than getting back into dating or vice versa?
A recent conversation made it to Overheard in New York. Ah, good times.
Between brunch, mint juleps, margaritas, falafel from Taim, a bike ride up to the Cloisters, frisbee for the first time since 1992, a trip to Morimoto for the great noodle challenge, a few great bottles of wine, Sicilian chocolate, some tasty cheese and good company all around, it was a great weekend. Here’s the carnage from brunch in the park (I made a frittata with asparagus and ramps, all fresh from the farmers’ market, including the eggs).
After a lovely dinner last night with Bill, Katie, and John B. at al di la (the asparagus salad and the lamb special were my two personal favorites of the evening) and drinks at the Ear Inn afterwards, I slept a little late this morning, which I feel like I haven’t done in a while. I’m off to the Union Square Greenmarket to buy eggs and onions and whatever else strikes my fancy to put into a frittata for my beach house ladies’ brunch, which is going to be a picnic this time around. After that, it’s a Kentucky Derby party and then a "Seis de Mayo" party. All in all, should be a fun day!
Jay and I are headed to see Thomas Dolby tonight at Joe’s Pub. Yes, the "She Blinded Me With Science" guy. I adored him in high school — I actually had a poster of him on my wall (across from Adam Ant, which should give you some nice insight), and had cassette recordings of his concerts that they broadcast on WLIR. I’m really curious if he’ll dip into his repetoire from what is now (gulp) twenty years ago. . .
