Archive for September 2013

sweet eats: Kira Sushi in armonk, ny

Can I get a NOM NOM?! Seriously though, sushi is one of my favoritest foods on the face of... pretty much every planet. I love raw and I love cold. Cold pizza for breakfast? Yes please. (Except for no thank you now that I can't eat gluten SAD FACE.) Beef tartarrrrrre? I'd sleep in a bed of it face down so I could suffocate in its slimy goodness. And one thing I missed down in Louisiana was good sushi, of which there is a remarkable shortage considering all the other fishy things that can generally be found in locals' mouths.

But if you're ever in Armonk (don't know why you would be, but if you are) or even Greenwich (says Google), give this place a whirl. Their sashimi is always fresh as a whole field of daisies - but if you're not into that I think they have some good stir-fries too. My momma can make those better than anyone, though, so it's back to basics for me.

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meet the future of sketchbooks

Actually no, I still keep a Moleskine on hand at all times for whenever the inspiration to doodle little cupcake-eating octopi or happy clouds should strike me.

But I do pretty much have the best boyfriend ever. Which is especially lucky considering how terrible a girlfriend I am. To demonstrate my point, observe the following conversation:

Me [as boyfriend hands me beautifully-wrapped gift]: Aww, for me? What is it for?
Boyfriend: For our two-year anniversary! I knew you wanted one of these, so...
Me: But... I thought we weren't doing gifts!

And that wasn't all, either. The following day this conversation transpired:

Me [as boyfriend hands me beautifully-wrapped gift]: What?! What is this one for?!
Boyfriend: For our two-year anniversary! It's a two-part gift. (No doubt for the two years, he's clever like that.)
Me: But... I thought we weren't doing gifts?!

It was a full calligraphy set. Between these and my watercolors and crayons and pastels and fancy pens and prismacolor colored pencils, I am feeling a lot of pressure to reacquaint myself with my artistic side. Which means I'll probably just go guzzle another episode of Modern Family with a side of ice cream and get to it tomorrow, thanks.

See, I can even manage to complain about that. And how unfair it was that he let me think we weren't doing gifts and then got me one. Terrible girlfriend.

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last days in nola

Sorry for the long hiatus, guys, I just helped le Boyfriend move into his new studio apartment/treehouse/attic space and (this being New Orleans) there was a bit of a hold-up with the Internet situation. But we've got a new cable, and much to everyone's apparent dismay it is yellow (instead of black) but... I don't really care because I'm leaving anyways.

As usual, goodbyes suck yadda yadda yadda I can't deal with writing another sobby post about how wrenched my heart is as it leaves this city once again. Except I kind of just did. Well, whatever, you probably don't come here for the writing/melodrama anyways.

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new orleans after rain

I'm pretty sure that I've never met as capricious a character as New Orleans weather. Yesterday started with thunderstorms (sans rain) which moved on to hot and sunny, which moved on to rainy then rainier then pleasantly sunny then rainy then sunny then rainy then lovely and cool. But it was a beautiful day to spend with a close friend and some delicious tacos (Rum House holla) and bike around the city between rains.

I also ran my first race! 2 miles in 16:46, biyatch, I totally beat at least half a third of the middle schoolers and all of the old ladies. Bring on the 5Ks!

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my weekend: picnic & a roadtrip



On Saturday, somewhere between beautiful picnic on the Mississippi and roadtrip, I learned for the umpteenth time that maybe multi-tasking isn't my forte when I endeavored to open the car door and duck to avoid a branch at the same time and hit myself square in the forehead with the the corner of the door, an unfortunate memory of insane stupidity and lack of coordination that is still marked by a tender purplish spot between my eyebrows. Go me.

But once I managed into the car with a still-(mostly)intact face, le Boyfriend and I made our way to Lafayette to attend a congregation of Louisiana's fittest, by which I mean the Cajunman Triathlon, by which I mean a bunch of really ripped people with southern drawls that have a special talent for making you feel bad about your fitness level just by existing. It was Boyfriend's first, and he did good. I did him the favor of posting a picture taken pre-the six gallons of sweat he ran across the finish line drenched in.

Since we're talking about fitness levels, I guess I should mention that I've somehow been inveigled into running a 5k next weekend, which means I have to try really, really hard to drag myself out of bed before it gets too hot (about 9 am these days) and run in circles around the neighborhood with only the dream of one day obtaining Shakira's abs pushing me on (and a miserable fear of being the only one who stops and walks on race day).

Also the Saints won against the Falcons yesterday, which means despite the miserable heat the city's in a pretty good mood and my Facebook feed is suddenly very football-themed. I'm making an effort to be a good American and get into the sport - I figure I already like beer and hot wings and know Drew Brees is our quarterback, so I'm already like 75% of the way there or something... right?


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i-ay arted-stay ay umblr-tay!



It's good to be back in the Crescent City again, even though I foolishly booked my way out of NYC right before Fashion Week. But no regrets in the end as there is so much more to do here on my very meager budget!

The only real issue is the giant crash of thunder that just leapt out of the sky and the fact that I have a lunch date on the other side of the city and only Jeffrey to get me there, so I guess this is a good opportunity to see just how well my waterproof mascara will hold up.

In other news, I started a tumblr to document my and the new camera's burgeoning acquaintance(hopefully soon to be friend-)-ship, where I will be sharing my learn-as-I-go photography skills with all the world-wide interwebs (probably actually more like .00000000000001% of the world-wide interwebs) with such adorable awesome photos as the one above.

So please check it out at http://isatakespictures.tumblr.com/and let me know what you think!

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#notfuckingplastic

is totally my new favorite hashtag. I'll be the first to admit that "Blurred Lines" is one of the summer's catchiest songs, but I also think the Man Repeller was spot-on to point out the irony and hypocrisy of the media's total and unforgiving criticism of Miley's trashy VMA performance and alarming silence regarding the song she was singing - one that can on only interpreted as condoning "blurred lines" of consent and whose hit music video features pretty much a better-rehearsed version of Miley's performance but with even less clothing (warning: explicit).

When one of my fellow feminist friends shared this video with me, I was blown away not only by the message but by how well it's done - now I can actually listen to this catchy beat without feeling like I'm betraying or somehow otherwise degrading my gender. So... mad props to these girls, and even madder props to the male bimbos that are taking an effective stand for equality by dancing around in their underwear.

As you read this, I'll be on my way to NOLA - can't wait!

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