02.03.09
NYC’s Worst Building?
(The following photo comes from http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/02/02/i-lego-ny/)
Does anybody know which building is represented all the way on the right, with the red “V”-ish-looking thing?
05.03.08
New Orleans Photos
You didn’t really think I’d do a mission trip without documenting as much as possible on camera, did you? So now, I present to you:
Brooklyn Presbyterian Mission to New Orleans 2008: Safety Second
That’s right, folks. Safety is no longer a priority. Enjoy 
11.17.07
ROFLMAO
I got the following text message with picture attachment from Katie this morning. For context, she was at Gozzi’s Turkey Farm in Guilford, CT.
Just picked out dinner
P.S. I’ve been informed that this really is the turkey that we’re eating. I love that we got a pink turkey.
09.25.07
Writing, Thai, and The Hudson
I had my first writing class last night at NYU. It was a worthwhile experience and I think that I’m actually going to learn more than I’d originally assumed. It’s not that I’m learning brain surgery or anything. It’s just that I’ve never taken a class and, consequently, my writing suffers from a lack of organization and structure. It’s like I’ve been buildling one of those towers out of marshmallows and toothpicks rather than a glistening city skyscraper. I know how to build; I just don’t know how to make it stable. However, I think that by the time these ten weeks are over I’m going to find myself much happier with my works of fiction. Hell, I think I’m even going to get Dark Island publishable (is that a word?).
After writing was an impromptu Thai event with Kara at galanga. (They insist on lowercase; I’m not that lazy.) It was excellent Thai, especially for the convenience of location. I had the drunken noodle which was the only dish on the menu which had three “spice cups” next to it. They weren’t lying. My nose started to run and I even had to cough twice. A little embarrassing, but it was easily washed down with the lychee martini which had a purple flower floating in it. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first, but I’ve decided that since it was pretty, it was okay. (I obviously have a weakness for pretty things.) Kara had a ginger chicken dish which was classified under “The Wok” so I don’t know if it was curry or just a sauce or what. There was no spice to her dish whatsoever, and though my palate was a bit tainted, I must say that it was a very refreshing dish; almost soothing. Of course, that might be an illusion since anything would have soothed the burn I felt. Anyway, the food was top notch and the price was reasonable. The space was acceptable, considering a Greenwich Village restaurant, but the service could have been much better. The waitress came to us and stood next to me but didn’t say a word. I eventually coerced her into stating her purpose, at which time I told her we were not ready. She came back twice before sending another waiter over to check on us (who we also turned away because we needed more time). Later, she came to ask if we were done and Kara told her we were still working on it. Not thirty seconds later, a hand came around my left side and snatched my plate away too quickly for me to say, “Hey, stop there!” Fortunately, I wasn’t going to eat anymore, but this is about principle, not hunger. Overall, I give it three stars for the general public, four for me because I was in good company and they have rocks in the bathroom sink.
Afterwards, we wandered through the West Village to the beautiful view of Jersey City at the piers on the west side. The breeze was amazing, the people were non-existant, and the water was damn near mesmerizing. We stayed until it got too cold and then to Starbucks for tea and a free marshmallow square which we didn’t want but had to take because hey, it was a free marshmallow square.
And this is all that I can show you, compliments of my cell phone. All in all, a fantastic night:
08.20.07
Holy Freakin’ Adorable
Grayce Katharine Howe may be the cutest baby ever. Here’s a small sample, more to come when I post the island pictures from this year.
Arrrrgh 
06.27.07
Flaming Fruit
This was my birthday dessert, compliments of Katie:
Yes, that fruit is ON FIRE. I’m pleased to report that my apartment is still standing.
02.26.07
Perambulation
I walked across Central Park in the snow last night after the Oscars. It was surreal and peaceful; I felt like a little kid, making fresh tracks across the thick, soggy snow, the sole person in a grassy forest surrounded by towering skyscrapers hidden in the wispy fog of a cloudy night. After years of wanting to go to Strawberry Fields, I stumbled upon it accidentally and took this picture before taking my first walk past Dakota.
“Outside Dakota died the symphony…”
~O.A.R.
