3 tbsp. cider vinegar strained through a bag of pipe cleaners

Busy, busy weekend.
I have to buy tickets for both the Sigur Ros and Ween shows this week, which will pretty map out my major shows for the summer schedule. I think I've written about Heima before. You should still watch it.
So yesterday, Erin's poet friends arrived by bus and by train to stay here in Brooklyn. They wanted a typical Brooklyn weekend, so instead of sleeping in and then bitching about trains we went out. Mostly just around the Bedford stop.
Which, a strange occurance came about.
I was in Earwax Records buying some old
dntel records when I noticed a very peculiar tattoo. A tattoo of a red and blue donkey being pitchforked. It was my friend Christian from The Brickhaus years ago. He moved from Denton to London to be a bartender somewhere in 2002, and he's just recently been back here for about six months. More and more Denton people are here.

Today I have to buy another wireless router because ours basically sucked. And then there's a Zombie Walk through Williamsburg (basically drinking and dressing up as Zombies) so I may go to that.

Depends on how much scratch I have.

Juliet, the dice were loaded from the start

Go look at my friend Skip's new blog. He gets to update about his life from the opposite coast.

The last few days have been very dreary. Very fucking dreary. Everyone complains about the weather in Texas, how quick it changes, but sorry, Texas has nothing on the condundrum of cloudy days here in NYC.

I'm finishing up Watership Down, the Richard Adams novel, not the lackluster British animated-for-TV-movie they had in the 1970's. I also ordered A Hilarious Comedy and A Wonderful Tale both from Achewood.

Here's a list of Stuff White People Like.

It's not exactly danger, it's... oh, I don't know. Something oppressive... like thunder.

Right now on NPR they're playing every cover of Louie Louie.
It just make me think of the Home Movies episode where Louis Braille meets Louis Pastuer.
This weekend the other half of the duo was in Washington, D.C. at Savor, so I've been left to my own devices.
Which pretty much meant Kennedy's Fried Chicken time. I don't know what it is about their food, it's not quite addictive because to actual sit and think about it is stomach churning. I cut of hood Chinese from my diet (too many risks) so Kennedy's is probably the only unhealthy vice in our neighborhood.
Today is the second half of the 9th Street International Food Festival. I'm going to get fucking Overeaters Anonymous on the Texas chili tent. I saw them setting up this morning, and the gleam in the chef's eye from Good and Plenty To Go made me feel confident.

hour later update: The Good and Plenty guy was swamped. I totally got a Crepe. I hate Crepes, but this one is banging like an West L.A. late afternoon BBQ where the meat is about to run out and people are getting together for some backyard party elsewhere.

Apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur.

Sunday's have been regulation days for me to get coffee at Amy's Bread and spend an hour reading The Village Voice.

Erin and I spent a rapid fire week were where we only spent a total of ten hours home. After work I spent the afternoon in line to see Ironman with Jacob and Rob. That took a while since it was sold out every time we tried to go. It was awesome. I'm glad Marvel has a real dick of a character and that they're not P.C. about dumbing down Tony Stark at all.

I've been traveling back and forth to Bed-Stuy (Amy's old neighborhood!) to feed Rob and Diana's cats. This has given me a chance to play Grand Theft Auto IV and mess around on their Wii. Actually, I just watched cable tv for about thirty minutes. Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom was on. I couldn't help myself.
Bed-Stuy, their area at least, is really quaint and postcard-ish. It's a nice trip (30 minutes, tops) so it's not bad. Get to see a lot of far off Brooklyn.
Yesterday we partcipated in the NAMI Walk to raise awareness on mental illness in NYC. It was a short jaunt from South Street Seaport halfway up the Brooklyn Bridge and back. A good stroll for a Saturday morning. We then trucked it out to Astoria to the Bohemian Hall and Beer Garden, but we were all to tired to get tanked.

Today is laundry day and going to watch West 47th Street, a documentary about where I work. Fountain House is a radical offshoot of typical nental health services in the U.S. It was and still is a very controversial place. I suggest everyone check it out.

Oh yeah, go here if you're in Bushwick.

Damn you Tad.

Finally had my two days off from work.
Friday was spent sleeping-in and cleaning the kitchen/microbrewery. Had dinner at S'Mac. There are a number of Macaroni and Cheese themed restaurants throughout Manhattan, but this place is still the best.
Saturday was probably one of the instances you do as a couple that really defines your status together.
We went wedding shopping for a friend.
Not MY friend or coworker (I don't have many of those getting married) but for someone at Skyhorse. We went to Bed Bath and Beyond and milled around with other packs of twentysomethings, wide eyed and frightened that someday they may be getting something from that home emporium.
It wasn't bad at all, but owning that stuff...all that stuff...knowing that you have...stuff. I dunno. I've never been a person that really thought about owning a food processor or products with that little outline of a chef guy. I prefer to stay not attached to things like that. It means you have to go home to that stuff, just sitting there.
Good things that came out of the Saturday outing include a trip to Skyline Books and chatting with an older man and his daughter about an $11,000 refridgerator. We were deemed creative types because of our shoes.
Saturday night left me with bad chinese food sickness and a gem of a bar, The Wreck Room.
It doesn't have the ambience of Ft. Worth's Wreck Room.

I'm about to buy Maps and Legends.

More on Warcrafting. Later. Damn you Tad.