- Michael Miller reviews Stephen Elliot’s new book at the Fanzine–I’m dying to read it. (The Fanzine)
- It’s August and all those tomato plants you’ve been watching all summer are finally bearing fruit. Preserve some for the winter with this pickling recipe from Home and Oats. (Home and Oats)
- I never get tired of ogling the baroque beauty of Bornay’s flowers, ribbons, and photographs. I’m especially enamored by the colors of the petals in the aisle in this post. (Flowers by Bornay)
- Do you kiss your iPhone goodnight too? Do you know six-year-olds with their own iTunes account? (NY Times)
- New England’s stuffiness is not something I generally lust over, but I wish I could be magically transported to this Cape Cod brunch. (A Hawk From A Handsaw)
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Dear current and future parents,
This is what can happen when kids have smart phones and when teachers supply students with email addresses to turn in projects digitally:
Hi Ms. Smith* (:
i’m in my physics class and i’m hella bored!!!!!!!!!! we’re working on
our final, and i’m dying here. i swear i have had senioritis since
freshman year! :(( it’s so bad. haha, well i’ll see you
Email received 11:41AM PST Monday June 1, 2009
*all names have been changed to protect privacy of teacher and student
I am the proud new owner of a Kodak EasyShare digital camera. I’m always torn between the instant gratification of the iPhone picture with that of the higher quality digicam image when blahghing, but now, thanks to my new Kodak I won’t have to choose. This baby is so lightweight I can carry it everywhere and thus bring you the fresh sharp images of A Rockridge Life you crave. Yay!
Ironically, I have to photograph it with the iPhone in order to post a pic of it here.
It may not be the RED Camera but it’s a red camera: ultimate hotness!
And check the size of the screen:
Thanks I-dizzle. Mwah!
After throwing on some curls and pearls we headed over the Brooklyn Bridge down to the Financial district to the Forever Young Party. It was the perfect New York night. Not too cold and the Empire State was in my favorite decor: all white lights. So classic. The city got dressed for the Jans that night.
We stopped at a Citibank on Broadway for some cash and in perfect NYC style I got hit on by a bum. Men in New York. Honestly. Even the bums think they can get the hot chick.
When we arrived at China Chalet it wasn’t yet 10. My people had already been in place, decorating and setting up for the fete. It was a beautiful reunion. We all had time to hang out and get drinks in the relative quiet before the storm. I got to meet the sassy and sexy proprietess of Beach House, the fabulous Miss Vicky B. She soothes to insane levels and WAS FUCKING WEARING SADDLE SHOES. HELLO! It was love at first sight.
Things got rolling quickly though. Before I knew it guests were pouring in. I saw my Marlborough girls, Soph, Ash, Remy, Camille, Michelle, Lauren, Christina. Damn. They were looking great. I swear the most grounded people I know in NYC are those who transplanted there from LA.
One of the Jan’s mom was there, and the other Jan’s bro was on site. It was a total family affair. There was the fabulous Gelardi clan in all its glory, and looking sharp.
There was a photo booth, photographers, and props. Here are our hosts and the honorees of the evening; on the left, Jan Philippe and P, on the right Jan Edward in the glasses and tie:
There were so many people there I saw people I haven’t seen in three, four, five years. Wade, Justin, Ken, Noah, Kate. Damn. Amazing that I’ve gotten to the age where I can say that I saw people I haven’t seen in five years.
The space was huge. There was a huge bar/lounge area, a dining room with banquettes, a long hallway with mini booths along the side, and a big dance floor in the back with a second bar.
My best man Devotion was there with Kiss Me I’m Polish and I set up fort at one end of the main bar in the front. We laughed and drank beers that we had to order four and five at a time since the bartenders were so damn old and slow, doublefisting at a double birthday party was the only way to go.
The music was the best I’ve ever heard in NYC–honestly. Courtesy of DJs Tim Sweeney (DFA) & Scott Anderson. I didn’t dance as much as I usually would because I was too busy screaming and yelling catching up in the front bar but I did hit it for a little and all I remember was dancing to Tony Toni Tone “Let’s Get Down” and never loving anything more.
There were so many beautiful people there. It was as if the world was glittery and shining that night and someone had sprinkled fairy dust over the whole evening. There was even a second girl wearing saddle shoes–Red ones!!! The only thing that brought anyone back (or further from) Earth was the ghostly image of Michael Stipe(!) waiting outside the double glass doors for a late entrance when the club was at capacity.
I was running around telling everyone how good they looked. Handing out compliments like it was my job. Sorry Bay, NYC makes you look ugly! You need to sharpen up and learn how to dress! People in NYC are tight! Even the uglies are looking good over there.
We closed the place down around 4 or so and a big group of us headed down Wall Street to a deli to grab a bite. We got egg and cheese sandwiches and slices and nothing ever tasted so good. A good, generic NYC deli. Dime a dozen in the city, impossible to get anywhere else. The big cases of prepared food, neon lights, guys in blue and white aprons, and unbelievably flawless slices and bagels. [You don’t understand the issue I had Tuesday morning in Rockridge when I was craving a bagel. OY VE! Problem. The craving was so intense. My husband went and got me Noah’s. I protested, but ultimately gave in. He didn’t want to drive all the way to Manhattan Bagels on 4th Street, which I haven’t tried but is supposed to be great. When he brought it to me and asked me how it was I didn’t even have the heart to tell him how incredibly bland that thing was.]
We moved the after hours party to Brooklyn where I ended my night–just tearing myself away knowing I really didn’t want to see sunrise all that much–dancing to Biggie rap “Juicy.” Very symbolic as I had left the West Coast years before, abandoned the riotous streets of L.A. and its segregation and its fearless leader Pac for the in-your-face East Coast where I converted wholeheartedly to Biggie:
I live out there, so don’t go there, but that don’t mean a — can’t rest in the West, see some nice breasts in the West, smoke some nice cess in the West, y’all — is a mess thinking I’m gon stop givin LA props, all I got is beef with those who violate me, I shall annihilate thee…
I’m toying with the idea of this new design theme. The image heading is customize-able, I just haven’t located the right image yet. Thoughts?
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