Friday, December 11, 2009
Coming out of the Bravo closet
Everyone (radio personalities, native Jersey-ites, even my coworkers) is in a tizzy about this new show on MTV, and everyone has their own opinion about it. Fair enough. Well, here's mine. I'm tickled pink by America's recent emphasis on, and fascination with, a very specific group of tri-state area Italian descendants. Hailing from Long Island, it nearly feels like home turning on the tube to see a group of individuals tawlking about the price of their tan and brand of protein shake. However, if you're going to purport to record the experiences of said demographic, MTV, then first and foremost you should make sure that they're all in fact from those specified locations. One of the dudes is from Rhode Island; another chick is from Poughkeepsie. Last time I checked, neither of those areas fall within the 10-mile Nassau, Staten Island, Jersey radius. Granted, the rest of the members are from these fabled locations, but, still... And, of course, they're all belligerent, spray-tanned, illiterate, gutter-mouthed floosies, boys and girls alike. I know, I know that sounds uncharacteristically harsh, but such is the truth. And, quite often, it's not pretty (much like the aforementioned cast-mates).
*A few stellar reality shows to check out if you have some time to kill/waste/use unproductively, all thanks to our friends at Bravo: Top Chef, Project Runway (alright, so that's now on Lifetime), and the Housewives series. Stay away from Million Dollar Matchmaker, though; Patty's kind of frightening.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Never try to cut haircut costs
Thursday, December 3, 2009
'Simpler Times', Indeed
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of all time. Yes, yes, there's delightful, excusable gluttony and oftentimes silly carousing, but more importantly, you're with your family and kicking-off the fabulous holiday season; there's finally a chill in the air, you can see your breath, and the smell of woodsmoke is in the air! Bring on the Christmas songs! Bring on the twinkly lights! Bailey's, Andes Mints and Peppermint Mochas! Charlie Brown trees, the Griswolds are on TV and an animated clay elf just wants to be a dentist! YES. I love it. (Chel, are you laughing and/or mocking me yet?) I also absolutely adore buying Christmas gifts (or, well, gifts in general) for people, but as we all know, grad school is an exercise in frugality. I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy that quite as much this year (just WAIT till Christmas, 2011!). Ahh, I digress...
This year, I had the privilege of having my first Thanksgiving not on Long Island, but at the home of my fabulous friends residing in Capitol Hill. And, even though I was thousands of miles away from family, it was pretty awesome. A handful of kids from my program were all in the city, so we gave thanks over 5 bottles of wine, "Pilgrim Punch", and an AMAAAAZING spread, thanks to our hosts. (Said spread included gluten free stuffing AND desserts, so needless to say, I was especially thankful). The afternoon to evening to late night included great conversation, football, cooking, Wii and, uhh, a couple rounds of Kings (yeah, did I mention that large quantities of adult beverages were consumed?). The following photo pretty much sums it up. Friends, fun, glutenless deliciousness... And, a VERY fitting beer brand.
(Is it obvious that, since figuring out how to, I'm all about uploading photos to this thing?)
Friday, November 20, 2009
Best Day Ever
Friday, November 6, 2009
Random Seattle Star Sighting
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Amazing 30 Rock Quote of the Week
Duck Chronicles, Part I
Thursday, October 22, 2009
And, then we were robbed...
Friday, October 9, 2009
Seattle's (not so) Subtleties
Friday, October 2, 2009
Study Break
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Fremont trolls and assorted oddities
This morning, I woke up and trucked it down our hill with one of my roommates to the coffee shop at the bottom. Her soy latte had the design of a skull in it, the craftsmanship of one of the many skilled baristas in these parts. The weather was crisp, cool and clean, and sunny, and everywhere there were bright green plants and pines. I have lived here no more than 36 hours, and I've decided I love this neighborhood.
I live in Fremont: Fremont is to Seattle, what Cambridge is the Boston. It's on the same side of the water (a canal splitting Seattle and running to the Puget Sound) as the University. I've also heard the area referred to as "The Republic of Fremont", so I think this comparison is rather fitting. From my house (which is a few blocks up a steep hill - the city is full of them, like San Francisco, all running down to the water) you can see the water, parts of Seattle and on clear days, Mt. Rainier.
There are tons of little shops and restaurants - bakeries, taco places, gelato shops, clothing stores, and no less than 3 Thai restaurants (one with only cushions for seating) that I know Chels will appreciate when she visits. All of the stores are tiny individual buildings and houses, painted bright greens, purples, blues and pinks. There's a chocolate factory at the end of the street, with tours and free chocolate. There's a giant farmers market along the water every Sunday, with veggies and fruits, second hand stuff, crafts, jewelry, and the like. There's a bike path (Burke-Gilman Trail) along there that runs all the way to the University (about 3 miles). There's the Freemont Troll, Gasworks Park, a giant statue of Lenin, and so on, and so on...
It's all pretty picturesque (with a touch of Tim Burton) and feels more like a vacation than a (semi-)permanent move.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Welcome to Long Island Wine Country
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Living History, Babe
Friday, September 11, 2009
September 11th
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Vermonster
After further investigation (4 days worth, to be exact), I’ve come to the conclusion that Brattleboro just might be the town that urban evolution forgot. Seemingly stuck sometime in the late ‘60’s, secessionists are just as prevalent as cell phones and organic farming is not so much "cool" as it is a necessary means of existence. It’s actually kind of a breath of fresh air; in most places “going green” is the new “save Tibet”, and just how genuine can general population trends (this one concerning the environment) be? Moving right along, it was an eventful and totally enjoyable Labor Day weekend. Here’s why…
The weather was spectacular, we hiked Monadnock and Wantastiquet, hung out with the cool and colorful characters about town, and ate some yummy grub. Between partaking in a potluck dinner at the farm where Chels resides, perusing the town’s humongous farmers market and multiple co-ops, this was pretty far from traditional Long Island cuisine (uhh, Italian, pizza and bagels? All delicious, though not so much organic or particularly healthy). Just about everything edible was local (Chels’ farm fam. actually sells their veggies and flowers at the co-op), delicious, and ridiculously affordable.
Example offering perspective:
1 medium coffee at Petsi’s Pies, Cambridge, MA - $1.65
1 medium coffee in Brattleboro, VT - <$1.00. No joke (and that ratio is pretty much across the board).
Also responsible for adding to weekend awesomeness was our impromptu jaunt north to Burlington (JE ME souviens!!! What a great city – I highly recommend it). And finally, like every true ice cream lover, we made the holy pilgrimage to Waterbury, VT, “home” of Ben and Jerry’s. Actually, that’s a common misconception. As we very shockingly found out about three minutes into our tour of le factory, both Ben and Jerry hail from Merrick, Long Island. That’s right, rejoice, in my mind they can join the infamous ranks of Mariah Carey, Jerry Seinfeld, Rosie O’Donnell and LEST WE FORGET, Lindsay Lohan.
Anyway, weekend rating: A+
Oh, and in other equally exciting news, I am now a Mac owner. Since moving home, I’ve thrown procrastination to the wind (along with a good portion of my savings) and purchased the computer I’ve been professing to need for about 6 months now. So long, my sister’s six year old Sony. I’m not quite sure you’ll be missed, but it’s been a good run nonetheless.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Gew. Merh.
Whenever I get sick, no matter where I am, I always wish I was home, lying on the couch taking in 90210 reruns and fending off my mother’s incessant doting. Yet, here I am, watching an emaciated Tori Spelling juggle two potential suitors, and it’s just not cutting it this time. Home simply isn’t the same when you’re 26 and none of your siblings reside within a hundred mile radius. Or, your good friends, for that matter.
Speaking of impossibly awesome individuals in Boston, while Sunday’s voyage to Long Island was pretty uneventful, actually renting the vehicle turned into more of a hassle than I had anticipated. I really don’t know what I would have done without help, and now I find myself wondering, what am I going to do without said assistance in the future? Just thinking about that, I get all teary eyed and stupidly nostalgic. And, just plain old sad...
Right. So, since I have two.five more weeks of this (hopefully sans stomach pains) I’m going to need to do something constructive, aside from the normal jogs, jaunts to the beach, and packing. Last night my mother and I went to the driving range, and I realized just what a fabulous golfer she is. I rather enjoyed watching her put the majority of other individuals at the place to shame, while she tried to advise me: “No, no. Bend your knees like you’re sitting on the edge of a barstool. C’mon, I know you know how to do that” (Right). I’ve concluded that it might behoove me to learn a bit of golf, especially while I have a seasoned instructor at my disposal and amazing golf courses within a 15 minute drive. I even worked at one, back in the day, driving around the beer cart and serving argyle clad old men at the club's bar. Plus, I loved aristocratic lawn sports such as croquet and bocce in college. True, there was always a styrofoam cooler of beer involved, but how different could this possibly be? Since I’ve now mastered driving the ball 50 yards with a 7 (yes, that’s right, don’t be jealous) we might play 9 holes this weekend. Game on!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Covert Consumption
Friday, August 28, 2009
Um, is it fall already?
Despite my best efforts, I guess you can't plan for everything. Also, having sold my bed, I now lack a place to sleep for the next two nights. The red wine should also help out in that situation.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Day two of terminal unemployment: still weird.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
The Foreword: UDubb(s) Plural
In 48 hours I will no longer be an employee of United Way of Massachusetts Bay and Merrimack Valley, leaving me officially unemployed. The thought is rather overwhelming, as I've spent the last 3.5 years commuting to and from 51 Sleeper Street. That's roughly an hour each day, five days a week, 52 weeks a year and, much to my surprise (year two was a rather trying time) I'm actually really going to miss this place. United Way (or "UDubb" as it's affectionately referred to by some) has been the epicenter of my social existence in Boston. Strenuous campaign seasons, debaucherous happy hours, ridiculous rabblerousing in our respective cubicle rows... Overall, it's been the ideal workplace for a single 20 something seeking both supportive coworkers and friends. I've been fortunate to make quite a few here. And, I'll miss them more than I care to elaborate upon (I’m scratching sentimentality here).
Ironically enough, my impending unemployment is the result of a decision to begin graduate school at the University of Washington, otherwise ALSO known as, UDubb (coincidence? Um, yes, probably). Conveniently located on the opposite coast of this fine country, I will tragically be transplanting myself in Seattle this September. This leaves me t-minus 3 weeks to get my “ducks in a row” (if you will), including: saying my goodbyes, packing up my belongings and soaking up East Coast culture in all of it’s glory. Of course, I also still need to sign my promissory notes (bring on the loans, baby), purchase my plane ticket, and figure out what exactly I’m going to do once I arrive in said city, but those are simply logistics, minor details…
The courses I’ve registered for sound amazing (time to tap back into intellectualism), the campus is absolutely beautiful, and Seattle is an amazing city that, for me, has always held a certain allure. In layman’s terms, this is an exciting time. To be more verbose, I’ve spent countless hours over the past 4 years trying to figure out what my next steps will be. Fortuitously, I fell into fundraising here and have enjoyed my time but in no way was it, or will it ever be, my passion. Though I’ve definitely made it my home, Boston has never truly felt like the place I belong permanently. I’m leaving behind 3.5 years of learning and professional growth, 182 weeks of hilariously unique and fabulous friends, and 1,274 days of memories as a resident of Greater Boston. I’m looking forward to graduate school at the University of Washington, a whole new host of acquaintances and hopefully friends, and anticipated ups and downs and who knows what else, in Seattle. And, really, that’s the best part.
So that, in short, sums up the purpose of this blog. This will hopefully document the aforementioned impending change.
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