11.25.07
Posted in Food, Life at 22:57 pm by Josh
I suppose I haven’t been blogging lately. I could say that I’m busy, and I’d be telling the truth. But that’s not why I’m not blogging. I’m not blogging because all I’ve got to say is the same thing I’ve been saying for the past two years. So, if you’d like to know what’s been going on, read the archives. Not much has changed. Still, I will tell you what happened this weekend.
I had Thanksgiving with Katie, her parents, Amanda, Amanda’s mother, Lauren, “Jessique” and Grayce Katherine. Oh, and Lucky and Daisy and Igby. But they have fur. Anyway, Katie and I spent Wednesday evening and Thursday during the day preparing a sizeable chunk of Thanksgiving dinner. I made my now-famous meatballs as an appetizer (which was served with Amanda’s pumpkin bread and selected cheeses). We following with Katie’s French Onion Soup and homemade croutons, followed closely by Lauren’s amazing walnut-cranberry-goat’s cheese-so much other goodness salad (I should get the actual name and recipe, no?). Here, we took a break, but later came back to a maple-glazed turkey, walnut-sauteed, green beans, sweet potatoes with apples, sausage stuffing, and Someone’s Amazing Cranberry Sauce. Another break ensued and we moved on to dessert: Joan’s cranberry tart with butter sauce, Katie’s pumpkin pie (eventually with butter sauce), and Jessique’s poached pears (also eventually with butter sauce). All in all, the meal took seven-and-a-half hours to finish. And yes, there was selected wine with every course.
Following Thanksgiving, I went to my parents’ house and then returned to New York. Today, Katie came over and helped me put up curtains and also helped me finish a rose and a white merlot. Matt was here, too, and we played music. That may sound rather objective; it is. I hope you liked it anyway.
How was your holiday weekend?
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11.21.07
Posted in Life at 16:47 pm by Josh
I’ve had an infection for a month. Yes, kids, a month. It crawled into my sinuses and has burrowed deep, nestling itself in the squishy covers of my mucas. I sent AB soldiers in there and do you know what happened? The infection flanked the ABs, kicked their asses, and then doubled its own reproduction rate. I saw the doctor again today and was somewhat dismayed when she handed me another ’script and said, “This stuff should kill just about anything in your body. If it doesn’t work, I don’t know what to tell you.”
I find myself wondering as I get ready to saunter over to Duane Reade whether or not “just about anything” includes things I need in order to live. Like organs. And T-cells.
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11.17.07
Posted in Pictures, Food, Funnies at 14:52 pm by Josh
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.
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11.14.07
Posted in Funnies, Life at 18:00 pm by Josh
Guy: Is there anywhere you’d like to go for dinner before?
Girl: No preference. It’s up to you.
(later)
Guy: There’s this place called Phebe’s on 4th Street I’d kind of like to try.
Girl: We could do that. There’s also this place called Swift near there which is a good Irish pub. I went to Phebe’s once and it was so-so.
The moral of this story is, if you have a preference, just say so. It makes us feel less incompetant later on.
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11.12.07
Posted in Insomnia, Life at 15:09 pm by Josh
Cupid doesn’t fire arrows at me. He fires missiles. Straight off his shoulder like he’s in ‘Nam. And they always hit me square in the chest. I wish someone would hit him for a change, see how he likes it.
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11.11.07
Posted in Books, Writing at 17:25 pm by Josh
The word count continues…
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11.10.07
Posted in Announcements, Writing at 20:57 pm by Josh
My laptop decided to take an unexpected vacation — and it took my NaNo novel with it.
The situation is dire, and if I don’t find someone who can extract a Word document from a dying laptop, I’m going to have to admit defeat this year. While that would be terribly tragic, I also can’t help but notice that year five is where Harry first met with defeat as well. So maybe this just means that I’m a writing wizard 
::sniffle::
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11.08.07
Posted in Writing at 22:18 pm by Josh
I’m all caught up! 13,704!
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11.07.07
Posted in Writing at 22:33 pm by Josh
Only two days behind now, kiddies. I’m gaining on it. Yeah, the story sucks, but hey: it’s NaNoWriMo 
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11.05.07
Posted in Music, Restaurants & Bars, Announcements, Writing, Food, Work, Life, Wine at 23:05 pm by Josh
Okay, let’s recap.
Friday, I saw The Police with Kara and it was freakin’ awesome. I am still impressed with the ability of three men — in their later middle-age, no less — to rock an arena the size of Madison Square Garden with minimal help (lighting and a couple of TV screens). The crowd was a little weak; mostly old-timers who were disgruntled at Kara’s and my need to dance to every single song. Whatever. It’s Sting. You have to dance.
Saturday was the move. I am now an official Astorian, thanks to the help of Katie, Tony, George, and Kim who were all so gracious as to give up their Saturday mornings and afternoons to truck my junk across the Triboro. There is no greater rush than attempting to maneuver a seventeen-foot box truck with more play in the wheel than a kindergarten sandbox across the West Side Highway and then the Triboro Bridge. That said, never rent from U-Haul. It’s not because they’re ghetto-tastic. It’s because they’re ghetto-tastic, unreliable, and inefficient. Oh, and did I mention apathetic. Yeah. Anyway, Katie stayed to help me put the place together, putting her mad interior design skills to good use. She earned her dinner — a fine Italian meal at a nearby place which was amazing (I can’t remember the name, but I’ll get it to you soon). She had veal-stuffed ravioli and I had some kind of broad pasta with a rabbit ragu. Absolutely to die for. And let me not forget the appetizer — arugula with goat cheese drizzled in the finest balsamic I’ve ever tasted. The wine was a Montepulciano d’Abruzzo and had more than enough of a dry bite to counter all of the amazing sweetness of the meal. I think we didn’t talk for twenty minutes afterwards and I really wanted to have a cigarette to wash it down. We settled for a hookah instead (at home, of course).
Back to the decorating, Katie spent the night and was so lovely as to clean while I was in church. She even scoped out the local coffee joints to let me know where the best java is in my new neighborhood. I, in the meantime, was spoiled by one of the more pleasurable Sunday mornings of my life, followed by more cleaning, hanging of guitars, washing of dishes, and — you guessed it — drinking of wine. You can’t even tell that I just moved into this place. I’m already set for a housewarming (be warned).
And now I am NaNoing, trying desperately to catch up. I’ve made up one day so far, and if I ever finish this entry, I plan to make up another before bedtime. But I am seriously behind. And the new obstacle is that I just learned that the CEO of the company I work for sits in the cubicle next to me. (Don’t ask why I just figured this out.) Obviously, that means no writing while at work. No blogging either :-/. But my distance shall only make your heart grow fonder 
Stupidly, I’ve also volunteered to submit another brief manuscript in my writing class next week. I’m telling you all of this now because you may not hear from me for a while. But until then, adieu, be well, love each other, and eat good cheese. I’ll be back before you know it.
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