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  • Playing Catch Up (and Other Games)

    Once again, my blog is lagging behind my life.  I got back last night from a great food and friend-filled trip to San Francisco, where I could counter at least some of the shock, grief, and depression I was feeling about the election results.  Ugh.  I’ll do my best to post my pictures, etc. tonight, but I have to go to Taste of NY first, to cover it for Gothamist Food.  Sigh — life is hard. 

    In the meantime, here’s some stuff from last weekend that I never managed to post.  I spent a great day in Chinatown with my friend Deb, and we had some dim sum at Ping’s Seafood, which was good, but I still think I prefer HSF.  We also spent some time playing a game we called Crazy or on the Phone?   So hard to tell these days what with all the hands-free headsets around, but I think we were running about 50/50.  We also stumbled across this sign, which we decided could have very well been a missed Midnight Madness clue:

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    I’ll catch up one of these days, I swear.

  • Escapism

    Okay — so I’m not 100% sober at the moment, and I’ll admit that, but I just wanted to check in before I ran off to San Francisco tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn. I’m hoping that I’ll wake up and that, after ALL the votes are counted, that the news is better than it is right now. Ugh. Either way, I’ll be on vacation, which should be good. Full report when I return.

  • Votergasm

    Votergasm — my favorite democracy-related initiative. And no, I am not disclosing whether or not I pledged, and if so, at what level I pledged. Just go vote — I’ll worry about my sex life, you worry about the future of our country.

  • The Power of Music. And Scent.

    I was having a discussion the other day about the power of a song to take you back to a specific place and time in your life. There’s a song on the Garden State soundtrackThe Only Living Boy in New York, by Simon and Garfunkel, that brings me back to a certain point in my life. The same boy who wrote me the most romantic love letters I have ever received also made me a mix tape or two, one of which had that song on it. At the time, I was living in Boston and he had recently moved to New York, so I imagined him wandering around, exploring the city, and the song to this day makes me think of him and smile.

    Similarly, when I was at OJ, one of the guys there was wearing the same cologne as someone I dated at one point. It’s amazing how the scent kept making me think that he was lurking around somewhere, even though I haven’t seen him in ages, and I certainly haven’t smelled him in even longer.

    Both of these things are so powerful, it’s almost frightening. And talking about it with other people makes me realize how pervasive this is — a song or a scent bringing you back to a specific place and time in your life — good or bad. The brain works in strange and mysterious ways . . .

  • Urban Punkins

    Stumbled across this pumpkin patch in Herald Square on Friday night. Not sure how or why they got there — the Great Pumpkin, perhaps? Happy Halloween!

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  • Whew

    It’s been another too-busy week, so tonight is my designated night in.  Of course, I have no food in the house, and am trying to save up some money for my vacation, so I get to play pantry chef — what do I have in the pantry that I can toss together and eat?  Looks like it’s going to be a variation of pasta all’ amatricana — tomatoes, bacon, onions, some crushed red pepper.  Not bad, if I do say so myself.

    The weekend was a bit of a whirlwind — starting with a Thursday night visit to Otto with folks from the beach house, the late arrival of my weekend visitor, a fantastic dinner Friday night at Strip House, a beautifully plated, delicious brunch cooked just for me, the Romare Bearden exhibit at the Whitney, a (sadly) rather mediocre dinner at John’s Pizza, a party in a spectacular duplex, brunch in Brooklyn with my Dad, stepmom, brother and sister, several naps, and rounded out with another visit to Otto to celebrate Augie & Lauren’s return from their honeymoon.

    124_2418_r1With no rest, I started the work week with dinner with Dad at Union Square Cafe on Monday, led my self-defense class graduation/open house on Tuesday, and just returned today from a day-long meeting in Albany. 

    One of the many highlights of the weekend was our dinner at Strip House, where Rene and his staff gave us the royal treatment.  I had never been before, and was very impressed — my filet was perfect, and I swooned over the goose fat potatoes with their crisy, flavorful crust.  How can you go wrong with goose fat, really?  And I had more foie gras that night than I have had in the past two years combined: the seared foie gras with peaches and green tomatoes followed by the foie gras meatball.  Rene rounded out the evening by sending out a piece of chocolate cake the size of my head — we had some difficulty determining whether it was twelve or fourteen layers, but regardless, it was decadent.  Plus, we had leftovers to take home!  Thanks to all for a great weekend, and after some rest tonight, I’ll be ready for the rest of the week.

  • Laren is . . .

    I went to the WYSIWYG talent show last week to see Alizinha perform in “Psychos I Have Dated or Worked for (or Both) . . .” She told a great internet dating story, which reminded me of my own psycho internet dating story, but we’ll get into that some other time. Chris Hampton, who introduced everyone that evening, used Googlism to create bio paragraphs about each performer. I hadn’t heard of Googlisms before, but essentially you type your name into it, and it comes up with a list of sentences about you, based somehow on Google’s algorithm. Of course I had to run home and plug in my name. I have to admit that the list that came up paints a fairly accurate description of me:

    Laren is nice
    Laren is in a better mood another day
    Laren is out to kill him
    Laren is my friend
    Laren is a writer for objectivism today
    Laren is situated in an area of great natural beauty in the east of holland
    Laren is not the editorial columnist for the new york daily news
    Laren is trying to do something about that
    Laren is a beautiful young woman
    Laren is a shit
    Laren is just really bad in group situations
    Laren is highly intelligent
    Laren is so passionate about what she wanted to do
    Laren is thinking about something
    Laren is hot
    Laren is an original character
    and, one of my favorites:
    Laren is a restaurant i can recommend to anybody

  • A Scary Vision of Our Future

    Continuing yesterday’s thread, this editorial, Imagining America if George Bush Chose the Supreme Court, was forwarded to me by my friend Doug, who had gotten it from our friend Rhea. Scary, scary stuff. . .

  • Choose or Lose

    This article on the potential effects of the rollback of Roe v. Wade is a good illustration of why the upcoming election, and the general mindset/ignorance of most of the American public, scares the living shit out of me. Until recently, the Supreme Court was not even raised as an election issue by the candidates, and it is certainly not in the forefront of most voters’ minds, but it is clear to me that the composition of the Supreme Court is clearly at stake on November 2nd. The right to choose is, and always has been, my key issue when it comes to voting. Yes, I realize this is somewhat narrow-minded, but that’s the way it is. After reading in college about the decades of struggle involved in making abortion safe and legal, I remember distinctly the day that the Planned Parenthood v. Casey decision came down. This was one of the decisions that permitted fairly burdensome restrictions on access to abortion, like 24 hour waiting periods and spousal and parental consent provisions. Essentially the Court held that all of the restrictions at issue were constitutional with the exception of the spousal consent provision and further held that the right to an abortion was not “fundamental,” as it had been defined in Roe.

    I sat on my bed crying out of sheer frustration, realizing that those nine people — the Justices, sitting up on high — had the power to determine whether or not I, or others like me, would have access to a safe, legal abortion if I wanted to terminate an unwanted pregnancy. I realized that they had the power to determine many things about my life, which is ultimately what piqued my interest enough to send me off to law school in the first place, but their ability to impact my reproductive freedom, or lack thereof, was devastating to me.

    I spent the one summer in college and a year after I graduated working in a social service organization in Boston that offered, among other health services, abortions. I walked past protesters three days a week at the clinic around the corner from my apartment, my teeth clenched, wanting to scream at them to leave these poor women alone — they were having a difficult enough time without being called murderers as they tried to walk into the clinic. I went to law school with hopes that I would someday run Planned Parenthood. And although my career path has shifted, my convictions have not. To me, this election is not primarily about terrorism, or even the war in Iraq, but about our day-to-day lives, the role that government can and should play in improving our society, and the impact that a more conservative court could have on the rights and freedoms to which we have grown accustomed.

    BsipcvI’m no activist. Never have been. But I decided that given the issues at stake here, I might as well put my law degree to some practical use. I just signed up to monitor the integrity of the upcoming election through the Lawyers’ Committee for Civil Rights Election Protection Program. For all you lawyer types out there, it’s easy. They provide you with training on how to staff a hotline; I’ll be working a five-hour shift on November 1st or 2nd. It’s the very least I can do. I am constantly impressed that people I know from all areas of my life are making the extra effort this time around — what are you doing? Send a donation, go to a swing state, participate in a phone bank, convince someone to vote, just do something. Our future is at stake.

  • Laughs o’ Mine

    TroymcclureThis gave me a chuckle, so I thought I’d share. Courtesy of Gothamist: The stellar acting career of Troy McClure.