Monday, May 29, 2017

Go Looking Somewhere Higher

[Title from Rag'n'Bone Man's Human.]

You know those friends who you don't see for 6, 12, 18 months, but when you finally see them again, it's like no time has passed?  Let's see if it can be like that with this blog.

What has happened since Carnegie Deli's went down for the long nap?  Honestly - and not surprisingly - a lot.  It has been six full months so plenty of time for some good and a whole lot of bad.  The late January through early May period of 2017 was the longest, most defeating experience of my life.  And at the end of it, I have less trust for my peers, less respect for some of the behemoths in my field, less surety about who I should be when dealing with other people - and two finished masters degrees (with straight As, natch), glowing supervisor evaluations, and in my more cynical moments, thoughts that none of it seems to have counted for much toward where I want go in the long-term.

So where am I going to go in the short-term?  Israel and Jordan for two months.

I was supposed to go last summer.  My foot intervened and instead I revived the Best Of The West tag.  In the vein of Alanis Morissette's definition of irony, two weeks ago I woke up and my foot was unhappy again (after 6 months of fine-ness and running).  Back in the boot and back on the hot-seat of do I go or don't I.

This time, I'm going, boot and all.  If things become untenable, I'll come home early.  For no more important reason than I really, truly need to get out of here for a while.  

Let the Hummus Tour begin.

Friday, December 30, 2016

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Good Night

In less than an hour, NYC's 7th Avenue location of Carnegie Deli will close forever after 80 years in business.

I ate there the Springs of my freshman, sophomore, and junior years in college, as well as several times during my years in DC.

The go-to was matzah ball soup and some sort of gargantuan sandwich, followed by a piece of their Hershey's Fifth Avenue Chocolate Cheesecake.

That meal could kill you, but it would have been a good and tasty death.

I can only hope that the Deli's own end is just as delicious.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls

Meet Sally.

Sally is at her leisure, to be sure.

Monday, October 31, 2016

Peek A BOO!

Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Can You Tie 'Em In A Bow?

Life is hard when your ears drag on the ground.  Doesn't mean it's not cute though.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

The Wicked Witch Of The East LIVES!

I got another "inmate" early last week.  Boo is adorable, a love bug, and an unrepentant biter.  Think the bunnies from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

"Yes, I will bite your head off."
She actually sat on my lap and then decided to bite me on the face.  Why?  Because in her previous home she was terrorized by children and their grabby hands.

Over several days she started to act like the velociraptor from Jurassic Park: she systematically tested the fence for weaknesses.

On Monday I came home to this.

Can you see Boo in this picture?

Those are her legs sticking out from behind the futon.  She tried to escape while I wasn't home, jumped the fence, aimed wrong, and got stuck upside down between the futon and the wall.  All evidence points to her being stuck there for hours, like maybe 9 or 10.

I freaked.  Ask my parents.  I FUH-REAKED.

I had a dead rabbit in my guest room, of course I freaked!

Turns out though, Boo wasn't dead.

Cue more freaking.

She was injured so went back to the shelter for eval and treatment.  I got a text: "She's happy and eating".  Of course she's happy, she completed her escape!

Hairy Houdini post-magic trick
The shelter is convinced she is a superhero.  I'm convinced she's just planning her next prison break.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Crawl Before Ball

On Sunday I played my first hockey game.  Over the summer I slowly accumulated a full set of gear from free and cheap sources with the goal of playing for real somehow, somewhere.  With help from the director of the city's sports division, I got accepted as a sub in the local "organized no-check pick-up" league.  After nearly a year since my first lesson with the kids' class, blade finally met ice.  And then quickly, breezers, shoulder pads, helmet, and blood met ice.

I got my shit rocked - there is no other way to put it - three times.  The reality is that my spatial awareness and ability to stop on a dime are mutually exclusive right now.  Don't even ask about those combined with stick handling.  But the reality is also that my rink-mates' remain somewhat mutually exclusive as well.

The first time: I was coming across center ice looking right to watch for a breakout from a defensive play and so was someone else and we ran smack, stomach-to-stomach into each other - except I'm about 9 inches shorter.  All I saw was the crest on his jersey as I face planted into...honestly, his beer belly....and then, of course, nothing but lights.  His head snapped forward and between his visored helmet (no cage) and the top of my helmet, his nose got destroyed.  There was a fu manchu worth of blood.

The second time: I ran into the back of my teammate as he backed up suddenly.

And the third: I got boarded by another teammate who didn't see me there.

Somewhere my parents are reading this and my mother is hyperventilating.  But these are not malevolent guys.  They're just full-grown men with 30-60 pound advantages on me.  May the physics be never in my favor.

Maybe I should have prioritized equipment that I actually had to pay for.
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