PASTA FETISH UPDATE: I definitively love (NOT like) the cannelloni from I Trulli in Gramercy. Wow.
Also, I would have sex with it. Thanks, Anthony, for filling my language gap.
so this is happening.
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Jan 31
I feel that there is a gap in the English language, and that gap is between the verbs “like” and “love.” What is the midway point? Let’s use Italian food (my favorite) as an example. I like fettucine alfredo, and I love manicotti, but how do I feel about cheese tortellini? I like it much more than fettucine alfredo but not as much as manicotti. Liking it “a lot” just doesn’t do it justice.
It’s no wonder so many people get in trouble for telling their significant others that they “love” them too early - there is no in-between verb/emotion for that in-between state. “Liking” is what you do at the beginning, and “loving” is for the end.
Jan 30
Ok. Has anyone else in the NYC area had the pleasure of seeing this unspeakably amazing commercial? I thought I was the only lucky one, until tonight at dinner when Jill, Gillian and I discovered that we ALL. KNEW. THE. JINGLE. Best commercial ever. Only problem - despite all knowing the phone number by heart, not one of us could remember what the ad was actually for.
BTW If anybody knows that guy in the crab/monster suit at the end, please give him my phone number because I’m pretty sure he is my soulmate.
Jan 26
Cross me and my family will destroy you with their necks. L to R - Jeanie, Bubba Jean, Little Steven, Steven, Markie, Mark, Paul, Paulie
Most people don’t believe that my dad’s side of the family is kind of like the Sopranos. Well, at least their names are. L to R - Marnie, Freddy, Bubba Jean, Uncle Petey, Uncle Freddy, Jimmy, Mark, Markie, Mikey, Fred, Jeanie, Chris, Steven
Jan 25
Video from the summer, some put together by myself, then final editing rights went to Cait. — juliaheffernan
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Jan 24
By some amazing stroke of luck (also known as my friend and co-worker Jeff) tonight I was invited to attend the first ever public performance of Stephen Sondheim’s newest musical Sunday in the Park with George*. My seat was reserved in the front row of the mezzanine. I have never felt so cool in my entire life.
The musical was fantastic, and an artistic masterpiece to boot. You can read about the concept here. It’s not a ‘leg-kicking musical,’ as Jeff described it, but it really resonated with me and I think it would do the same with any artistic types. It addresses creativity in a really unique way, and inspires an open-minded approach to expression. Not to mention the cast is superb and the music beautiful.
*To clarify, the musical itself is not new, but its current revival is. It hasn’t been performed here since 1994. Thanks Anthony :)
My friend Adam and I started a Tourist Club, where once a week we join the masses and take in a NYC tourist attraction that we’ve previously avoided. We’ve already been to the New Museum and the Kerouac exhibition at the New York Public Library.
Last week, we went to the Empire State Building. It was awful. They literally force you to have your picture taken by directing the line past a green screen. We tried to buy ours because it was so amazing, but they were charging $25 for a single picture and we were too stubborn to pay. It may be one of my only regrets.
Jan 23
Dear Lady I just accidentally bumped into in Times Square,
Oh, hello.
I just want to take this opportunity to publicly apologize for bumping the tip of my elbow against you as we passed in Times Square today. In fact, I even called out “sorry!” as soon as it happened. However, I am going to have to disagree that this makes me a ‘dumb cunt.’
No, I did not realize that you are 8 and a half months pregnant. In all honesty, you were wearing at least four coats and I just assumed you were fat. But even without the coats, I would be shocked if I was able to make such an accurate assessment.
Contrary to popular (your) belief, I DO know how to walk. I guess I just didn’t realize that I wasn’t allowed to ‘pass you on the right.’ It’s been a while since I’ve read the Rules of Walking.
Aren’t pregnant ladies supposed to be all joyous and happy and pleasant and not chase me for a block screaming obscenities despite my repeated apologies?
Anyway, congratulations on your baby, and when it grows up to be a douche, definitely blame the tip of my elbow and not the fact that its mom walks around calling people cunts.
Fantastic picture of Kevin Corrigan. Looking at this, I know exactly what Kevin will look like as an old man.
Jan 22
“ The best thing so far was that I went to a Times Square showing at 8pm Friday with the cast. Sold out, 500 seats. At the end of the movie, the credits come up to no music and the lights came up a little, and I stood up and said “Thanks for coming to our movie!” There was a 40 second delay from “who’s this friggin’ jerk” to “that’s the fucking dude from the movie who made us motion sick” and I told them the cast was there, and then I said I would do a short Q and A. One question. I got: “What is it? What is the monster!?” My answer, which I’ll say again: “We have no fucking idea.
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— from The Apiary’s interview with TJ Miller, who was great as Hud the cameraman in ‘Cloverfield.’ This quote is word-for-word EXACTLY what I would do if I ever starred in a movie.
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This is EXACTLY what I did in my high school marching band. Except much, much, much, much, much less cool.