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This past Sunday was the annual NYC Marathon, and being that the marathon route passes about 2 blocks from our apartment, Meeks and I decided to hop on the G train and travel south to Bed-stuy to watch it there.  To our credit, we were enticed out of our comfort zone by our friends Tim & Jen, who promised us homemade breakfast and bloody marys.  They didn't dissapoint either - they even met us at the subway with fresh-from-the-oven cranberry walnut scones.

 We got a good spot for viewing the runners, just about at the 15K marker, right where all of the runners make a turn onto Bedford Avenue. 

 Watching this stuff always makes me want to run the marathon too.  But then I remember that I actually don't want to run a marathon at all.  I just want to watch other people run one, while talking loudly to anybody who will listen about how much I want to run a marathon.

 Mike doesn't really want to run one either.  Do you know what the hardest part about the marathon is? Clapping.  Seriously.  I clapped, cheered, and threw two-handed waves for about an hour straight.  My arms were like dead weights by the end of it.

 You can't see it well, but down the street on the left side is the coffee shop that we desperately wanted to get coffee from.  Unfortunately, none of us wanted to risk being stampeded to death.  Especially not with the race being televised.  How embarrassing would that be?

We did end up seeing the Chilean miner guy go by, but that was the only pseudo-celebrity we saw.  We also saw a Superman, a rhino, an orange spandex guy, and a giant banana.  The stars of the show though, apparantly, were the NYFD.  They had parked their big truck thingy at the end of the street right in front of where the marathon route turned north, and so many of the runners would pause and take pictures of them, or wave at them or salute or whatnot.  It was very curious.

The Return of the Great Pumpkin (Empanada)

It's officially 100% Fall here in the city (and elsewhere as well, I suspect), and that means Empanada Time in the Slagle Household.  I know a lot of you out there may be more familiar with the meat or cheese filled fried empanadas that can be found being peddled down on Havemeyer Street in the late evenings, or in McCarren Park on most Saturday afternoons.  But, for me, there is only pumpkin empandas.  Flaky, sweet and spicy baked pumpkin empanadas!  I've made (and devoured) two batches so far, and during the first batch I got so tired of rolling out dough that in an act of frustration I decided to just use the remaining dough to make one giant empanada - much to Mike's delight.

 Here is Mike with the Great Pumpkin Empanada.  It actually turned out pretty good.  Just like a normal empanada, but much bigger.

 Here is the Great Empanada next to the puny normal (but equally tasty) ones.

Not an empanada-related photo, but a nice one nonetheless.  I took this up on Park Ave during my lunch break the other day.  I believe that is the old Metropolitan Life building on the right, with the U.S., New York State, and New York City flags a-flyin'.

This was taken last Thursday in Flatiron, en route to visit the galleries in Chelsea.  I thought the ESB looked quite eerie in its glowing green state.  It reminded me of Ghostbusters or something.

And lastly, Friday night at Esperanto in the East Village with my lady-friends.  And yes, that is my polka-dotted decolletage on the upper-right.  And yes, we were drinking some sort of passion-fruit concoction out of teensy fairy-sized copas. 

More Wedding Photos!

We're FINALLY starting to get some of our professional photos in.  Well, the proofs anyways.  Here are some of the good ones so far (they're kind of cropped weird since I just kind of illegally copied them off of the photographer's website):






La Sala Mala

 Promises of happy hour fun took us to Sala One Nine on 19th street yesterday, which is basically the same restaurant as the regular Sala on the Bowery/Third Ave.  But, for some reason I don't recall the staff at the regular Sala to be quite so...well, I wouldn't go so far as to say they were salty, but they definitely weren't sweet either.  The food of course, was amazing.  My favorites were the almond-stuffed bacon wrapped dates, and the fried goat cheese fritters drizzled with honey and loaded up with carmelized onions.  The sangria wasn't bad either.  They have a good 2-for-1 happy hour special, but only in certain areas of the restaurant (!?).

 Here's a pic of me and the Franimal, quite happy to have been kicked out of our table to make way for a reservation (despite the fact that there were two other empty and eequally-sized tables in the vicinity...)

 Sam and Ashley, pretending not to be crushing on each other.  Such darlings!


 And - oh- the infamous sangria glass.  Ashley almost caused a scene when she tried to slide one of these across the slippery granite bar to where Sam was sitting, only to have it trip along the way, shattering the glass and spilling sangria on the bar.  You would think that broken glasses would be a common occurrence at most bars and restaurants in NYC.  But, apparently not at Sala.  You could literally hear the bartender's heart shatter along with the glass.  He was so upset! And I quote, "It's not funny."

What was funny however, was when Ashley, not 5 minutes later, pulled the same move right in front of him only to have it land successfully in Sam's hand. 


My darling husband, who makes the best glasses of water ever!

Life is but a dream...

I had to be in Albany for work yesterday morning, and was sad to have to take a seat on the less-picturesque side of the train.  You see, for Amtrak trains travelling from NYC to Albany, the left side of the car offers stunning views of the Hudson Valley with the river and the mountains and whatnot.  The rights side generally just shows really close up trees and rock walls.  However, on this particular morning, those lucky left-siders were cursed with a dense morning fog.  Whereas us right-siders, had the brief pleasure of witnessing a lovely, misty sunsrise to the east...


Turd Transplant

I was reading Crain's Health Pulse this morning, as I tend to do most mornings, and I came across this article:
"Feces Can Fight Colon Infections
In a presentation of medical news at this week's meeting of the American College of Gastroenterology, Albert Einstein College of Medicine's Dr. Lawrence Brandt reported on a treatment for a persistent and life-threatening colon infection known as Clostridium difficile. The treatment, fecal transplantation, involves collecting donor material from a healthy person and delivering it by various means—including a nasogastric tube—to the patient. The donor's healthy intestinal bacteria restore the colon's natural balance. C. difficile infections are common in the elderly, usually patients who are on a regime of antibiotics that wipe out their healthy bacteria, allowing C. difficile to flourish. The treatment is nearly 100% successful."
Eww....!  In other news, I was meandering to work this morning, and when I was walking across the bridge I noticed this odd sight:


Its kind of a weird dark photo, and you can't see it from here but there is another tug boat pulling the thing from in front.   I saw it from way off and I the way it was sitting so low in the water I kind of guessed it was a gigantic submarine or something (since those are just sooo prevalent in New York's waterways).  But as it got closer, I saw that it was actually gigantic long redwood or maybe giant sequoia logs being floated up the east river by lumberjacks, who happen to use tugboats.  I don't actually know anything about modern-day logging, and while I know the nearest redwoods and sequoias are roughly 2,000 miles away, but for some reason this made sense to me.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that these were not lumberjacks floating giant trees up the river, but rather standard-issue tugs tugging the biggest, rustiest pipes I have ever seen up the river.  I mean, these things were LONG.  And you can't really see it well from the picture, but sitting on the front end of the pipes was this equally giant rusty metal ball.  Now, I'm no scientist, but I have three theories as to where these pipes are from:
  1. The lost city of Atlantis
  2. Something having to do with the Underground Railroad, or
  3. Sealab

Just another Mayer Monday

Tiff and I went to the Music Hall of Williamsburg last night to see The Heavy and Mayer Hawthorne play.  Mayer Hawthorne used to be in a band with my friend's ex-boyfriend in college back in Ann Arbor, so its always funny to see people from back when kind of make it big.  Weirdly enough his music is 1,000 times different from back when he was rockin the Athletic Mic League.  He's got this kind of old motown pop thing going on that I kind of love.   

 The Heavy did the opening act, and I have to say that they by FAR stole the show.  They came on with so much energy (which was a surprise given that they were all in suits and bowties - they looked like an old brass band from the 50's) and did an amazing live show.

 The show was hosted by Mazda, which is kind of lame, but when you get corporate sponsors they always provide fun interactive stuff, like free photo booths and complimentary drink tickets.  I bet you can't guess what our theme was for this series of photos....ok, I'll give you a hint, it rhymes with "granimals."


 So, here's Mayer Hawthorne, playing with the County.  He's only put out one album in a couple of years and I guess he's just been touring that one steady ever since.  The nice thing about that is that I knew almost every song he played.  It was a good show, but The Heavy was definitely a hard act to follow.


Tiff and I, playing audience.  That girl behind me on the left was totally obnoxious and got a flying elbow to the abdomen about 15 minutes after I took this shot.  I have a good technique down.  I pretend I'm super into the music and dancing, and then I execute a calculated blow to the soft underbelly of the person grinding up behind me.  If they get angry, I play dumb and say "ohhhhh....I'm sorrryyyyy...."


Pottery Barn used to sell these giant letters for people to post their initials on the wall over their bed, or on a shelf in the foyer.  But, I never thought people actually bought them.

It is our most...modestly priced recepticle.

Did you know that Costco sells coffins? I was perusing their website the other day, checking out prices on cameras, when I noticed a tab on the upper right-hand side of the site that said "funeral."  So, I click on it and found that you can actually buy all kinds caskets and urns and flowers and stuff.  Can you imagine going to costco to pick up a 6lb bag of chicken nuggets, a dozen cases of fanta, and a six-pack of coffins?  Now, those of you who know me well know that I 100% do NOT intend on being buried.  But if I absolutely have to, I would probably choose the powder-blue Lady of Guadalupe special (see below).  Although, I would probably want it customized so that the Virgin Mary is lying horizontal, that way when the lid closes (gulp!) she is facing me rather than scandalously lying across my chest. 

Ikea Daze

Dear readers, you will be interested to learn that this weekend...Hell froze over.  In the figurative sense that is.  I was chatting with Mike on Saturday when he suddenly said, and I quote, "Hey - do you think we should make a trip to Ikea tomorrow?"  Shocking!  Mike generally HATES anything that has to do with shopping, much less the low-cost Swedish cow herding type found at Ikea.  Unsure of the situation, I merely replied "sure" and we went about our business as usual. 

On Sunday morning, I tested the waters with a cautious "so...do you still want to go to Ikea?"  And the answers my friends, was YES.  Unfortunately, the happy people down at the Metropolitan Transit Authority have taken it upon themselves to make our lives as miserable as possible and, in an effort to make the B-61 bus run more efficiently, they decided to split the bus route in two.  This means, that we are no longer able to just hop on a bus a couple of blocks from our apartment and ride it patiently for a half hour before arriving at our local Swedish marketplace.  Instead, we had to hop on the B-62 a couple of blocks from our apartment, and sit there patiently for 1 HOUR while it made stops at every frigging half block from Williamsburg to downtown Brooklyn, only to go as far as Fulton Mall.  At that point we had to run across the street to just miss the departing B-61.  And, since the fulton stop is the end of line for that one, when the next bus arrived we had to wait while the bus driver went on break before being allowed to board the bus.  The end result was  that it took us nearly 2 hours to travel 8 miles. 

On the way back, our bellies full of synthetic meatball product and $1 frozen yogurt cones, we had  the brilliant idea to instead just take the water taxi to manhattan and catch the J train from there.  Needless to say, it was soooo much better. 

Here's a picture of Mike and I, so happy to be sitting on a boat in the warm sunshine when we could easily be crammed into a hot, crowded bus that smells like popeye's chicken and exhaust fumes.

We were early to arrive in the taxi queue, so we were able to snag the coveted way-back.

 This is an uninteresting picture of some building near the Navy Yard.  I only posted it because you can see a few of the old Subway cars parked out front.  Its funny how much they resemble old Airstream trailers.

The back view of the taxi.  It never fails to amuse me that you can get to Ikea by boat.


And breezy too, and the sailboats were out in full force in the harbor.  Helicopters too.  We saw about 6 of them land or take off at the heliport just in the time it took to cross the river.

A parting shot - I like to point my camera phone directly at the sun. It often confuses it into thinking it is night-time and it ends up taking these lovely moonlit shots.

Tomatoes, tomatoes, and more tomatoes.


So, Mike and I purchase a farm share every year from our local CSA and once a year we are required to work at the distribution site or farm stand.  We always pick the distribution site, and always pick a date in October so that the weather will be cooler.  Well, today was our work shift day, and it pretty much went without a hitch.  Thankfully, tomato season is winding down.  I know, go ahead and scold me for ever uttering those words.  But DANG - we've had a LOT of tomatoes this year.  

 I was in charge of manning the bok choy station.  Isn't it beautiful? Like tiny, lush, green cabbage flowers.

Mike, keeping the tomatoes in line.  Like I said - we've had a lot of tomatoes this year and towards the end of the shift there were still just a ton of tomatoes left.  So, the shift coordinator told us to go ahead and take whatever we wanted.  And, despite the fact that we are already overloaded with tomatoes, despite the fact that we are running out of ideas for what to do with so many tomatoes, and despite the fact that Mike has a tummy that is highly sensitive to acid...we helped ourselves.  Or, rather, Mike helped himself!

This is what we ended up with, good grief! We're planning to make some bruschetta (sp?) and marinara sauce tonight, and probably some tomatoes with eggs tomorrow morning, tomato sandwiches for lunch, roasted tomatoes with dinner...ay...yi...yi...

Mid- to late week update

Pheeew! Four-day work weeks sure are hard.  It sounds so counterintuitive, but I feel like they are just so hard to take seriously sometimes that you end up not getting enough sleep.  And that can make work harder than a normal five-day week.  Here's some random pics from the week:



 Lovely, lovely sunset over the LES


Walking over the Pulaski bridge to Long Island City.  What a strange occurence that I happened to snap the photo when there was not a single car on the bridge...


Nice view of midtown and the Newtown Creek (yes, the same Newtown Creek that was recently designated a Superfund site)

The terrifying view down the hallway at Mike's studio building.  Doesn't it look empty without the axe murderer?

Mike's studio, and the fantastic work bench he just built.  There's a nice shot of his latest painting on the left.  I call it "Beating Heart."


Portrait of a medium-sized rat hanging out on the Bowery on Tuesday morning.  I saw several smaller rats running ahead of this one, and came upon an old asian man hacking another one to death with a plank of wood in front of the mission.  It was pretty gory, and it made me feel bad for the rat.  I mean, its a public sidewalk - he has the same right as anyone else to walk down it.  Its not like he was invading the guy's home or anything.

Franny and I at Wednesday night happy hour at Cowgirl Seahorse in the seaport.  Very delicious margaritas make for a very vile headache in the morning.

I love this picture - it looks like Heather is really annoyed by Ashley's dancing, but in reality she was just talking to me about a totally unrelated matter.  Her face just happened to be like that when I took it.

Fish weather

I seriously can't believe it is already mid-October.  The days are still fairly warm here in NYC, but the evenings are getting nice and crisp with cooler weather on the way.  Colder weather means two things for me: cute sweaters & fat fish.  And I'm a big fan of both.  Mike and I don't have any good fishing prospects at the moment, though we are toying with the idea of a late October camping/fishing trip.

Here is one of my favorite videos to get me pumped for cold-weather fishing.  I don't have a clue where it came from - I think Mike emailed it to me at some point, but who knows where he got it from.  It makes my pulse race every time I watch it.  Enjoy!

Geography Snuggles

I am totally loving this - I just came across this shop called Haptic Lab, which makes quilts based on maps.  It seriously reminds me of Mike's paintings, which is probably why I like them so much.  But isn't that such a neat idea?




[NOTE TO READERS:  I generally hate baby showers, but the minute I get knocked up I will be requiring one of these.  Preferably a Michigan or NYC/Brooklyn quilt.  Please don't forget.]

A Tree Groans in Brooklyn

Hello dearies!  So, I was heading to work this morning (via the subway due to the rain) and I happened across this typical city scene...

 ...which had apparently just happened about 3 seconds before I walked out the door.  We've had a rash of treepeople attacks here in the city as of late and I figured the bad weather must have instigated this fellow.  But, upon closer inspection, I found that it had just been another bad driver who had misunderestimated the size of his box truck (pardon the Bushism).

Anywhoo, the git who was driving the truck seemed to be annoyed that I was taking pictures and sarcastically asked me why I was doing so.  I patiently explained to him that it was funny.  But, somehow, I don't think he saw the humor in it.

I left when the NYFD showed up with their giant government-issued chain saws to make way for the long line of angry, horn-honking commuters trapped on my lovely, tree-lined street.
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