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The Sounds

I tend to love all things Swedish. I was not-so-mildly obsessed with ABBA growing up (after I saw ABBA the Movie on VH1… seriously, I became their biggest fan under 18). Shortly after my college graduation in 2005, I discovered The Sounds while listening to Pandora at work (remember when Pandora was really new and exciting?). A love affair quickly commenced, and I’ve since seen them three times live – whenever they’ve been in NY, and once in Philly. I find their music really empowering – new wave that gets you feeling and moving. I was SOOO excited to find out that they’re playing a show in Brooklyn in a couple of weeks, and it’s a good thing I got tickets early, because they sold out within the day. I feel like a 13-year-old with all the anticipatory excitement I’m feeling. It’s going to be the most fun, awesome dance party, and I’m so excited that I’ve gotten my boyfriend, sister, and other friends into The Sounds, too, because a group dance party is always better than a solo one (but in all honesty, I usually break off to get to the front to see Maja’s amazingness up close). Their shows allow me to morph into a totally uninhibited dance machine, and I cannot wait to feel that exhilaration in just a week and a half.

Check out The Sounds music on My Space (favs: Dorchester Hotel and Ego). The new album drops on March 29, and I’m still allowing the two singles that that have been released to grow on me.

Seriously, I’m so excited. I miss that teeny bopper feeling of excitement to see one of my favorite bands live. It’s refreshing.


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Yeah, that’s attractive

Manny Fernandez, NYT

Photo currently featured on the New York Times homepage, from the article, “Now in Brooklyn, Homegrown Tobacco: Local, Rebellious, and Tax Free.” This [oh-so-attractive and vibrant looking] woman lives in Marine Park and has to be careful where she steps in her basement so as not to jeopardize one of her precious tobacco leaves. Oh yeah, and her stack of old Springsteen records. Go figure.

Dislike. Let’s see more articles dedicated to some healthier pursuits, thank you.

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I barely got this blog off the ground before I starting missing days of writing, and there’s really no excuse for it. So I’m back, and there’s no getting rid of me now.

I went to see the movie Precious today. It only took seeing the commercial once to know that it was going to be a movie that had something to say. And boy, did it ever. I don’t want to give away too much about the story, except that it’s about an extraordinarily resilient girl from Harlem who has gone through unthinkable (truly, unthinkable) things in her life, and somehow manages to get out of bed everyday. The film is set in 1987, but it’s a story that can take place today or 20 years from now. Precious is played by newcomer Gabourey Sidibe, and I have a feeling we’re going to get to see more of her in the future (she’s awesome- check out her moves on Ellen). She defines the role of Precious, and I can’t picture anyone else playing her. Gaby was born in Bed-Stuy, which makes me like her even more because I am inclined to like people who were born in the best borough. Mo’Nique plays Precious’ mother, and though the Oscar buzz for her performance is quickly spreading, it is such a despicable character that I have little to say about her (it’s too soon, I only left the theater a few hours ago). Lenny Kravitz has a small, but memorable part (to be honest, I was surprised that he could humble himself enough to play such a role), and Mariah Carey redeems herself for Glitter and any other project she has ‘acted’ in. Paula Patton (a.k.a. Mrs. Robin Thicke) plays Precious’ teacher, a true beacon of hope in her life. Sherri Shepherd also has a small part, and she is great, as she tends to be. The casting has a lot to do with what makes this movie so powerful; even though these were popular musicians or comedians stripped down and thrown into roles like we’ve never seen them in, their true identities disappear and their characters really became part of the story and part of Precious’ life.

The movie is based on the novel “Push” by Sapphire (Ramona Lofton), who herself has an interesting story. After a somewhat troubled life, she graduated from City College and went on to get her MFA from Brooklyn College (BK represent). I’d still like to figure out where the moniker came from (anyone know?).

Go and see Precious. I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed with life lately, but I’m embarrassed to have even had those thoughts after witnessing this story that, while fictional, is everyday life for some people. I hope viewers learn from it and appreciate what they have in their own lives. Some of us may have it better than others, but when all is said and done, we are all precious.


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This sucks

Someone on the corner of my block got an early Halloween trick (not treat). I wonder if it was a random act of vandalism?

Posted from my iPhone.

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I love funny men

Last night I went to a comedy show at NYU Skirball Center featuring Aziz Ansari and John Mulaney. I’m not really a follower of comedians so I wasn’t sure what I was in for, except that I knew Aziz Ansari was pretty funny in a few bit parts he’s had and he’s been gaining some buzz. The show ended up being great. John Mulaney was on for 30 minutes, and I didn’t stop laughing once. I love when comedians shed light on the humor of everyday situations, like how ordering french fries can be like a little adventure (when you’re out to eat and someone – perhaps you – suggests ordering fries like it’s something that everyone has to agree on as if it’s a major group activity (I know you know what I’m talking about)) or how reading the New York Post is like talking to someone who heard the news and is trying to give you the gist. Seriously LOL quality stuff. Aziz Ansari was also great, but I must say, I left the show more impressed by Mulaney, and I’d definitely go see him again. He tickles my fancy. And he lives in Brooklyn, so maybe I’ll find him and we can share some fries and laughs.


I tried to make them look like they were on the stage together. Proportions way off. Fail.

After the show I had self-serve frozen yogurt and the Yankees beat the Phillies, both awesomely delicious.

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Rouge Tomate, Yellow Cab

Last night, I ate dinner at Rouge Tomate, a restaurant in Manhattan that I’ve been wanting to try for a while. It’s way more uptown – both in price and location – than places I’d typically eat, but my father, who resides in the lesser city of Chicago, was in town and likes to eat around the city while he’s here. Rouge Tomate focuses on local and seasonal food, and uses the S.P.E. approach towards nutrition. Butter and cream (probably two of the most heavily-used ingredients in a restaurant kitchen) are absent from all preparations of food, and as someone who hates heavy sauces and flavors that take away from the actual ingredients of adish, this was right up my alley. Everything was superb. I started with a drink called a Spiked Cucumber, which was vodka, cucumber, dill, and lemon juice. Delicious and refreshing. Whole grain and sourdough bread was brought to the table with a wonderfully smooth dip made simply of pureed broccoli, olive oil, and salt. It reminded my father of baby food, and while I felt a little like I was eating out of a Gerber jar, too, I loved it. (Sorry for the crappy image quality below. All I had was my iphone and very low lighting. Hey, that broccoli puree does look like green baby poo, doesn’t it?)

Spiked cucumber & broccoli dip. These are iphone photos with little light- sorry for the crappy quality. The puree of broccoli really does look like green baby turd, doesn't it?

Spiked cucumber, broccoli dip.

For appetizers, we had the hummus (skip it), I had the octopus panzanella (absolutely out of this world delicious, I would go back just for this dish), and my dad had the sardines (very good, complex and interesting tastes). For my entree I had the scallops at the recommendation of the waitress. They were divine, from the texture to the accompanying mushrooms and onion, but the real star of the dish was the lemon vinaigrette. I don’t know how they made it, but it was like eating the most delicious lemon right off of a lemon tree, if that would ever be at all appetizing. My father had the duck sous vide, which he said was one of the best dishes he’s had in a while (I don’t eat meat, so I cannot attest, but the duck is one of the restaurant’s most popular and written-about dishes). After all this food and a bottle of wine I was satisfied, but not as grossly full as I would’ve felt at a comparable restaurant without such an emphasis on nutrition. I finished off with a warm praline tart, grapes, concord grape sorbet, and hazelnuts. It was delicious, but if there’s one place I like my butter, it’s in my desserts. Over all, Rouge Tomate definitely tickled my fancy. It was worth the trip uptown, and I’m confident that dining partners with a wide range of palates would enjoy it just as much.

You know what did NOT tickle my fancy last night? I’ll tell you what. I hate taking cabs. Just hate it. There’s something about getting into a car with a stranger whose driving abilities you know nothing about and trusting them to drive you somewhere that gives me major anxiety. I was ready to walk to the train after dinner, but it started raining and my father convinced me to take a cab with him to his hotel and continue on to Brooklyn. As the rain got harder, I gave in. So, we got into a cab and told the driver the two stops and he started huffing and puffing when he heard Brooklyn. “See, dad? I told you taking cabs SUCKS.” Seriously, cab drivers – what is your deal?? I live in Carroll Gardens, and I’m sure you’ll find a fare outside of Clover Club that wants to get back to Manhattan. And also, it’s your job. I’m going to pay you for it, and I’m probably going to leave you a good tip too, just for not kidnapping/killing me. So, needless to say, after a little back and forth between the cab driver, me and my father, there was no way I was letting this guy drive me into Brooklyn and I hopped out at 42nd street and walked to the train. I love the subway. It’s out of the rain, bright enough for me to read, and isn’t going to give me an attitude about going into Brooklyn.

Before I got out of the cab, I took all of the driver’s information down. I’m going to try to make a little trouble for him, because that’s exactly what he did for me. Yellow cabs, you do not tickle my fancy.

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