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May 18, 2013

I want to watch you shave your face
Become a new man
Wet your skin
Lather in your hands
Spread it on your skin

Your eyes wide
in the mirror – looking at me.
Change the blade
Rinse

Long strokes
Move your mouth
Stretch your skin
Get close

Head up
Neck long
Downward strokes
Be careful not to nick your beautiful skin.

Rinse with both hands
Water all over
Repeat
Become my new man.

 

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and I said so…

July 30, 2010

Listen: Coyote Eyes

My hair is getting so long.

I lost my digital calendar so I can’t tell how long it has actually been since I got my last haircut. Seeing that my hair flows further down my back than usual, I imagine it’s been about a year, which is customary. Not to bore you about my hair, but I let it grow until I cannot stand it. (See this entry: Banshee) I figure I should get something done before my brother gets married in September.

My fingernails are also getting long.

I’m not used to this clickety-clack on the keyboard. I find myself clickety-clacking against the refrigerator door while I look for something to eat or drink – a noise I’m not used to. Clickety-clacking when I’m waiting for something. Backspacing when I’m typing something because these pretty lady-nails are in the way.

I’m always painting my toenails but never paying any mind to my fingers. I notice if I keep lacquering them with some off-white/pink/neutral color, they just keep growing. Must be all that calcium. Make the teeth white and strong, too – they say. Oh, an my hair – keeps growing. Must be all that calcium.

Are you listening to Coyote Eyes? They played recently on WHFR (Washington Heights Free Radio) last month. Check it out (clicky on 6/30/10) on Broad Strokes.

You can read about it on Cocoyea‘s blog.

“oh and I said so, and I said so, right…” (Yellow Red)

Watch them play White Sails/Black Flags.

Wanna know when they play live? Follow them on Twitter, perhaps?

Holy Jeebus, this must be my most boring entry ever. You know, except that I’ve made you listen to Coyote Eyes.

Hearty Vegan Stew and Beautiful Music

September 11, 2009

I got home from work early on this rainy day in Jackson Heights, Queens and after pouring myself a drink (1oz gin, tonic, splash of lemon, splash of simple syrup – over ice), I put on some recently discovered folk music by a beautiful woman with a beautiful voice.

We were lucky to happen upon her playing live at our friend Jeremiah’s music space at the end of August. If you get a chance, check out Sharon Van Etten.  This video is incredible – For You.

sharon van etten

Then!  I remembered that I offered to make some dinner for our good friend, David if he was feeling like making it out to our house.  I freaked out because we hadn’t done any grocery shopping since before the Labor Day weekend.  I had no chicken (his favorite) and there was no way in hell I was going back out in this rain to the grocery.

Knowing that my lovely boy loves beans as well, I did a quick internet search and realized I had all the ingredients to make a hearty soup already in my kitchen.  No grocery trip needed!  Well, except that I got the drummer to stop and get a baguette…

I will of course, need to step out in the rainy morning to get my ever-growing grocery list items tomorrow however. Yes, David, I will make you Purple Chicken soon enough! (You can watch us eating it for the second time here.)

David didn’t end up making it out to our house, but since I love him, I’ll probably try to keep a portion for him anyway.  

White Bean, Spinach & Barley Soup

White Bean, Spinach & Barley Soup

White Bean, Spinach & Barley Soup
(serves 6-8)

-2-3 TB olive oil
-1 large white onion, chopped
-6 cloves garlic, minced
-1 serrano chile (or other chile), minced (optional)
-1/2 cup white wine
-1 cup roughly chopped carrots
-1 cup pearl barley, rinsed
-5 cups broth
-2-3 TB dried thyme and/or rosemary (I grind it to a powder, but that’s optional.)
-1 tsp. coriander powder -1 can white beans, rinsed.
-1 28oz can chopped tomatoes -1-2 cups spinach (frozen OK) black pepper

1. In large dutch oven or pot (that has a cover), saute onion, garlic and chile in the olive oil over medium heat.

2. Add dried thyme or rosemary and coriander. Saute for 5-7 minutes and then add wine. Allow to cook for a few minutes, stirring.

3. Add carrots, sprinkle a tsp or so of black pepper and mix to combine.

4. Cook for a few minutes, stirring often to prevent sticking.

5. Add barley, beans, tomatoes and broth. Stir to combine and bring to a boil.

6. When boiling, cover and set heat to very low.

7. Cook for at least 45 minutes, but up to an hour and 1/2 to really combine the flavors.  Stir from time to time to prevent sticking.

8. Add spinach, stir through, cover and cook for 10- 15 more minutes.

Serve with crusty bread, a glass of wine and enjoy with a talented poet/drummer.

(loosely based on this recipe:  http://bit.ly/sOaSk with more garlic and a much longer cooking time.)

Living on 500K

February 12, 2009

7-train

I was sitting in Family Court waiting for a case to be called (one of my seven for the day).  I forgot to bring reading material and sought out the NY Times on my Treo.  I do this often and check immediately for the “most emailed” articles to amuse me while I’m waiting to see the judge on behalf of my child clients.

Today, I read the Most Ludicrous Article Ever:

You Try to Live on 500K in This Town .  Apparently written in response to President Obama’s decree that banks shouldn’t pay folks more than $500,000 per year, this article seeks to demonstrate how “difficult” this will be for those folks in New York City.

A few under-75K /year women were sitting with me in court and I showed them the article.  They chuckled when I scrolled down to this quote:

“Few are playing sad cellos over the fate of such folk, especially since the collapse of the institutions they run has yielded untold financial pain.”

We agreed that we were not playing any string instruments for these folks.  Not lamenting about their losses and no sadness, but most of us nodded – we get it.  PEOPLE MAKE SO MUCH FUCKING MONEY IN NEW YORK!

“Sure, the solution may seem simple: move to Brooklyn or Hoboken, put the children in public schools and buy a MetroCard.”

Sadly, the writer followed up with a weak explanation about how the majority of  financial executives who have to deal with this limitation are men “whose identities are entwined with living a certain way in a certain neighborhood west of Third Avenue: a life of private schools, summer houses and charity galas that only a seven-figure income can stretch to cover. ” 

Really?  Repeat

“… move to Brooklyn [or QUEENS] or Hoboken, put the children in public schools and buy a MetroCard.”

It’s not the end of the world.