My boyfriend sent me this link
With the note: “In case the spark is dying….”
(Yes, it’s SFW. But highly embarrassing.)
![hipsterpuppies (it was only a matter of time):
punky figured his student loan money would be better spent on a vintage cr78 drum machine he found on ebay
[photo via mark h]
(Via @joannagoddard.)](http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxhqkjUuuU1qb0fx9o1_500.jpg)
hipsterpuppies (it was only a matter of time):
punky figured his student loan money would be better spent on a vintage cr78 drum machine he found on ebay
[photo via mark h]
(Via @joannagoddard.)
If you’re not watching Hendrik Hertzberg answer live user questions about Avatar* over on the New Yorker website, you’re missing out!
*only one question so far about Avatar.
Sinatra Song Often Strikes Deadly Chord
The authorities do not know exactly how many people have been killed warbling “My Way” in karaoke bars over the years in the Philippines, or how many fatal fights it has fueled. But the news media have recorded at least half a dozen victims in the past decade and includes them in a subcategory of crime dubbed the “My Way Killings.”
The killings have produced urban legends about the song and left Filipinos groping for answers. Are the killings the natural byproduct of the country’s culture of violence, drinking and machismo? Or is there something inherently sinister in the song?
Whatever the reason, many karaoke bars have removed the song from their playbooks. And the country’s many Sinatra lovers, like Mr. Gregorio here in this city in the southernmost Philippines, are practicing self-censorship out of perceived self-preservation.
Rather crazy story via @liabulaong.
I just spent $21 on two loaves of bread to be shipped across the country. Hope Dave’s Killer Bread is worth the hype.
Cuckoo clock by Stefan Strumbel. His apartment in Offenburg, Germany, is pretty bad ass…
The Blue Stove is just about the sweetest cafe and bakery this side of the Mason-Dixon.
(We brought a trio of miniature pies to Teaneck, all tied up with string.)
… somewhere in there we found time to toast another year of Jonathan at (and outside) Larry Lawrence …
The Super Bowl aside, the weekend was all about celebrating Elizabeth Bard and Lunch in Paris. We attended a (standing room only!) cooking demo and reading at Brooklyn Kitchen, which she did along side Giulia Meluccia, author of I Loved, I Lost, I Made Spaghetti. My (ahem, rather handsome) boyfriend mixed a Lillet cocktail that he created based on the Boulevardier, a favorite of Julia Child’s when she lived in Paris after World War II.
Side note: he spoke at some length about proper cocktail stirring technique. “It’s more of an oscillation….” I couldn’t keep a straight face. We’re talking about STIRRING for chrissakes! But that’s why I love him.
And then all of us friends and fans of Elizabeth retired to a very lovely cocktail party at a very special space in Williamsburg….
Amanda, one of Elizabeth’s dearest friends, flew out from LA to surprise her!
A clever twist on the floral bouquet.
Slow dancing with the man she fell in love with over lunch in Paris.
And on Sunday, we said fiddle-dee-dee to our hangovers and drove out to Teaneck to visit Elizabeth’s family and pay our respects to her 6-month-old son Augustin (whatever you do, don’t call him “the sequel”!). He had quite a few fans, as you can see….
Today Elizabeth is off to on a round-the-word book tour, from Sidney to San Francisco and finally back to NYC for a bit before home to Paris. I can’t wait to read about her adventures.
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