Friday, July 11, 2008
Coming up on the end <><>
As we distractedly approach our final weekend at 299 Stanhope, it is becoming increasingly difficult to imagine what life will look like post-Brooklyn. Will we still drink beer with every meal? Will we still have "impromptu jam sessions"? Will we still wear mismatched clothing, and glasses with no prescription? Will we still be cool?? Maybe, maybe not, but at least we got matching tattoos.
Oh yeah, and I thought I'd include a photo of the DC metro, just in pleasant anticipation of what we have to look forward to in the upcoming weeks. Can you spot a certain special Stanhope resident?.....
Monday, July 7, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
G-Gazing
Without a working tv or dvd player, no video games, and only one girlfriend to go around, late nights at 299 stanhope often beg for some alternative forms of entertainment. And by entertainment I mean anything to watch besides the cat. (The truth is I don't mind watching the cat - sometimes he does funny stuff, but mostly he just sleeps, plus Josh tends to get jealous). So rather than kvell over Miles like obsessive parents, we have been known to gather in 'round in the kitchen for a different sort of "watching" experience that is at once exhilerating and exhausting, whetting our appetites for the sensational drama performed by everyday, inanimate objects. The procedure goes like this - after we get home real late from our various evening activities, before crawling into bed, we turn out the lights in the apartment, put on some mood-setting background tunes, and pull up chairs. Around the refrigerator. And we watch. I know it sounds crazy, but you wouldn't believe the drama that unfolds in a stocked refrigerator late at night. And as it does, we comment, either analytically or simply in an observational manner, on what we see. "The sardines look pissed off," Josh says, or "the condiments look like commercials," I noticed. Nathaniel even once admitted that the milk looked "sweet" (and he wasn't talking about flavor).
Watching the fridge, or "Grub Gazing" as we like to call it, brings to bear all of our sensory faculties in an celebration of the one light that never goes out - the "ner tamid" in our modest sanctuary of a kitchen. It's the best of all worlds, as we get to use our ripe imaginations to create the drama that we really want to see, not just what is placed before us. And the best part is, Josh doesn't even need to feel competitive anymore - after all, neither he nor any of us can compete with cupcakes.
One williamsburger, please
This is a photo of the manhattan skyline, seen from the east river waterfront in