No, you cannot put wax paper in the oven. (Even though the recipe calls for "parchment paper"—what the hell is parchment paper—why is it different than wax paper, and why is it okay to put any paper in the oven?)
But, more importantly, do not panic when you open the oven door, allowing the smoke to billow out, and pick up the tray with your bare hand.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 11, 2012
Afternoon with Aggie
As per usual when leaving the house without my camera, I regretted it. So, I had to settle for iPhone pictures. What I thought would be a couple of hours hanging with Grams turned into a full afternoon of family time. Grams is a trooper, as always. Most of us could only hope to have a fraction of the strength this woman does. Fractured ribs, a fractured spine, quite a few lumps on the head, and she still had the sense of humor to make fun of the food.
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| After a hurricane and a snowstorm, it ended up being a nice 60 degree day today. |
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| I tried all of the food she was served. It was terrible I don't blame her for sticking with the coffee. |
Nov 3, 2012
Oct 29, 2012
Pre Hurricane Sandy
Hoboken was already starting to flood late last night. Hopefully the town won't be underwater come tomorrow.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 10, 2012
And Here I Was Trying to Be Nice...
I threw out some strawberries. I remembered this because the next time I went to throw something out, fruit flies greeted me with much fanfare. Funnily enough, my friend had this problem the day before, so you think I would have been more attentive to my strawberry disposal. But, no, because that would not be like me.
I thought I had gotten rid of them all, and figured if I hadn't, well, those little guys aren't long for this world anyways. There was one this morning in my bathroom, but I let him live to be kind and yoga-like, and because those tiny 24-hour living winged creatures helped to teach me about genetics in high school—red eyes versus black eyes and such. So Mr. FF flew freely around my bathroom. I left for work and forgot about him.
Until now. I came home, decided to brush my teeth, and what did I find? Ten (give or take a few) fruit flies having a town hall meeting on the head of my toothbrush. So, I guess there was more than one, and I guess they met each other, and I guess got to know each other "in a biblical sense" and decided that my toothbrush was a fantastic place to live. Well, I disagree. So now, unkind and un-yoga-like I killed as many as I could catch a left a soapy vinegar trap for the rest. (My friend with the fruit fly issue tells me this works.)
To the fruit fly gods, I apologize for the Garden Street massacre, but you should apologize to my wallet because those Sonicare brush heads are expensive and I do not appreciate them becoming laden with fruit flies and their larva. Gross.
I thought I had gotten rid of them all, and figured if I hadn't, well, those little guys aren't long for this world anyways. There was one this morning in my bathroom, but I let him live to be kind and yoga-like, and because those tiny 24-hour living winged creatures helped to teach me about genetics in high school—red eyes versus black eyes and such. So Mr. FF flew freely around my bathroom. I left for work and forgot about him.
Until now. I came home, decided to brush my teeth, and what did I find? Ten (give or take a few) fruit flies having a town hall meeting on the head of my toothbrush. So, I guess there was more than one, and I guess they met each other, and I guess got to know each other "in a biblical sense" and decided that my toothbrush was a fantastic place to live. Well, I disagree. So now, unkind and un-yoga-like I killed as many as I could catch a left a soapy vinegar trap for the rest. (My friend with the fruit fly issue tells me this works.)
To the fruit fly gods, I apologize for the Garden Street massacre, but you should apologize to my wallet because those Sonicare brush heads are expensive and I do not appreciate them becoming laden with fruit flies and their larva. Gross.
Sep 27, 2012
New York...You So Crazy
I've been in New York City the past couple of days shooting a video for work. The first day, I thought it'd be fun to take my picture with one of the eccentrics in Times Square. Now, I don't frequent Times Square, because I imagine that's kind of what hell is like, so I didn't know that you're expected to pay the crazies for their time. I just kind of thought, hey, they're insane...that's why they're here. Well, I found out the opposite the hard way—after getting my picture taken with the below fellow, he chased me across the street grunting at me. No es bueno.
I awoke to the second day of shooting feeling like absolute garbage. My teetering sinus infection finally became decisive. Unfortunately for me, in the wrong direction. I arrive in the city with my head throbbing, only to have the waiter at brunch spill five glasses of cold water all over me. The day was not going well.
I went back home, changed, and headed back to Times Square, which was now overrun with Chinese people who were filming some sort of Chinese cooking show. Co-workers nowhere to be found. But after some crossed communications, several avenues, and one angry phone call, the afternoon took an upswing. Hooray. We headed to Madison Square Park, which was cool because I had never seen the Flatiron building in person. Or, well, I don't remember ever seeing the Flatiron building in person. Who knows, my memory is so bad I could've lived there for awhile.
Shooting was winding down, one Yoko Ono sighting later, (I didn't see her, my co-workers did. Later I'd see an Olympic swimmer. Except, I didn't watch the Olympics, so I didn't know it.) and then this happened:
Again, there was loud grunting, but at least this time I wasn't being chased, and seeing their butts was a big step up from the bikinied Statue of Liberty. I'm excited, and a little scared to see what tomorrow venture into Manhattan holds...
I awoke to the second day of shooting feeling like absolute garbage. My teetering sinus infection finally became decisive. Unfortunately for me, in the wrong direction. I arrive in the city with my head throbbing, only to have the waiter at brunch spill five glasses of cold water all over me. The day was not going well.
I went back home, changed, and headed back to Times Square, which was now overrun with Chinese people who were filming some sort of Chinese cooking show. Co-workers nowhere to be found. But after some crossed communications, several avenues, and one angry phone call, the afternoon took an upswing. Hooray. We headed to Madison Square Park, which was cool because I had never seen the Flatiron building in person. Or, well, I don't remember ever seeing the Flatiron building in person. Who knows, my memory is so bad I could've lived there for awhile.
Shooting was winding down, one Yoko Ono sighting later, (I didn't see her, my co-workers did. Later I'd see an Olympic swimmer. Except, I didn't watch the Olympics, so I didn't know it.) and then this happened:
Again, there was loud grunting, but at least this time I wasn't being chased, and seeing their butts was a big step up from the bikinied Statue of Liberty. I'm excited, and a little scared to see what tomorrow venture into Manhattan holds...
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 6, 2012
Kickin' It Old School
I stopped up at my Dad's house this Labor Day and hijacked his slide projector since it was just collecting dust in his basement. I bought a new lamp and got it running—for the most part. So, I sat around tonight looking at a ton of slides, nostalgic for a time long gone, that I barely remember. I looked into the faces of family members from 30 years ago and wondered if they ever considered that their lives would turn out the way they did. It made me a little sad. Sad enough to forget how to take a photograph head on. But anyways, slides are fun, the past is past, and here are some awkward photos...of some awkward photos.
Aug 18, 2012
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