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September 18, 2014

No matter how long you have been here, you are a New Yorker the first time you say, ”That used to be Munsey’s” or ”That used to be the Tic Toc Lounge.” That before the Internet cafe plugged itself in, you got your shoes resoled in the mom-and-pop operation that used to be there. You are a New Yorker when what was there before is more real and solid than what is here now.

Colson Whitehead

He was writing this in the aftermath of 9/11 and already the Internet cafe reference is out of date — we all have smart phones now, even the recent immigrants — but the sentiment is so true. Don’t get me started about the area around Whisk & Ladle. It was a no man’s land when I first ventured there (remember this, tumblr?) and now it’s littered with Duane Reades and generic mid-price pan-Mediterranean restaurants. 

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September 17, 2014

Three baby showers and an engagement party.

I was eating a bowl of matzoh ball soup in a Great Neck diner (as you do), trying to explain to my hard-of-hearing great-aunt Bea about the mixed-up order M. and I have done this in (wedding date then pregnancy then engagement then City Hall wedding then baby… etc). Suddenly she stopped me.

"How OLD are these people?"

It took me a moment to realize she had no idea I was talking about myself. 

Um … well, I’m 32 and he’s 40 and WHATEVER WE DO WHAT WE WANT.

Besides, how many people get to have three baby showers and an engagement party all in a six-week period? 

The first shower was hosted by my aunts in my hometown of St. Paul. They definitely won the Pinterest Prize — there was an ‘elephants on parade’ craft table where my family and friends could make sweet little elephants and write wishes to the baby on the back; an elephant-themed diaper cake; “baby dills” sleeping in a nursery; and a one-hour, super-serious game of “Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me: Baby Shower Edition.”

Then there was a traditional Hindu shower at my father-in-law’s apartment here in Manhattan. In the seventh month of pregnancy, the mom is pampered with special foods, anointed with powders, garlanded with flowers, and showered with all green everything, from silk scarves to bangles (my mother-in-law gave me a knockout emerald-and-diamond heirloom ring a couple weeks later. I could get am used to this.). I felt so, so special.

Late in August, my sister threw me a very cool, very NYC friends’ shower at our apartment, complete with a groaning Russ & Daughters spread, adorable decorations from Pearl River Mart, and a mix tape (with song suggestions from all my besties) + American Apparel hoodie for my already too-cool-for-school East Village baby. The only way that day could have been better is if I was drunk.

And the only way to top all that off? A boozy-fabulous engagement party at one of our favorite Brooklyn spots, Clover Club. The Knoxes — Andrea and Peter — were so frickin’ sweet to put this together: custom punches (one was nonalcoholic, womp womp), a photo collage of me and M. that Peter drew from my archives (sometimes it makes me cringe to think how much I used to blog — but as Peter said, here’s to keeping track!), plus both sets of parents and a healthy representation of our New York familia. With mini lobster rolls and bindis on all the ladies, it made us even more excited for the main(e) event next summer. 

Damn, it’s been a good year.

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September 17, 2014

Exotic means there, not here. Them, not us. You, but definitely not me. Exotic is a word defined by the speaker’s perspective, which assumes dominance and normalcy over the person being called exotic.

I’m not a parrot. So don’t call me exotic.

It’s a micro-aggression. It’s a backhanded compliment. And it’s simply inaccurate.

(via theweekmagazine)

Yeah. Our daughter will probably be called ‘exotic’ and how weird is that? A born and bred New Yorker with two American parents? She’s a fucking patriot, man, and don’t you forget it.

(via asie)

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September 16, 2014

"IKEA Monkey" 2013, 35cm x 35cm, oil on canvas 
via fullcredit:

We must never forget. 

Great Moments In Internet Volume I.

"IKEA Monkey" 2013, 35cm x 35cm, oil on canvas 

via fullcredit:

We must never forget. 

Great Moments In Internet Volume I.

(Source: valdemarlethin)

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September 16, 2014

Nancy gave us the sweetest baby shower gift: an orphaned baby elephant named Murit! He was rescued from the bottom of a well in Kenya in July and emerged sick with infection from the putrid water, but today lives a happy and healthy life in an orphanage. I cannot WAIT to tell this baby girl about the baby elephant she is helping to support, thanks to her auntie Nancy. We’ll check up on him and watch him as he grows and OH MY GOD I CANNOT HANDLE IT JUST HAND ME THIS BABY RIGHT NOW.

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September 16, 2014

Animated Graphite Self-Portrait by T.S. Abe (via itscolossal)

Gena and I recently taught M. the terms “side eye” and “throwing shade.”

Well, darling … figure 1.

(Source: blog.tsabe.co.uk, via etsy)

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September 16, 2014

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September 9, 2014

i like dont want to be rude or anythingbut me and this dog are kind of hanging out right nowso
via Unsatisfied Women In Western Art History & mar-see-ah
Me and Zoe pretty much always.

i like dont want to be rude or anything
but me and this dog are kind of hanging out right now
so

via Unsatisfied Women In Western Art History & mar-see-ah

Me and Zoe pretty much always.

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September 9, 2014

humansofnewyork:

"When I was fifteen, I was raped by three boys while competing at a gymnastics tournament. I was so ashamed, that I stood on a train track, and waited for the train to come. At the last moment, I tried to jump away. I woke up after a month. It was the middle of the night, and I could immediately tell that something was missing. I started feeling all over my body, and that’s when I realized that I’d lost my arm. Now I counsel teenagers who have been diagnosed with HIV. I’m normally the first to meet with them after they get their results. I try to explain to them that there’s a way out of even the most impossible situations."
(Odessa, Ukraine)

humansofnewyork:

"When I was fifteen, I was raped by three boys while competing at a gymnastics tournament. I was so ashamed, that I stood on a train track, and waited for the train to come. At the last moment, I tried to jump away. I woke up after a month. It was the middle of the night, and I could immediately tell that something was missing. I started feeling all over my body, and that’s when I realized that I’d lost my arm. Now I counsel teenagers who have been diagnosed with HIV. I’m normally the first to meet with them after they get their results. I try to explain to them that there’s a way out of even the most impossible situations."

(Odessa, Ukraine)

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September 8, 2014

Dark ‘n’ Stormy Bundt Cake

Rum (or whiskey) in cake adds so much moisture. (Butter doesn’t hurt, either.) This recipe looks fantastic.

fritesandfries:

Dark 'n' Stormy Bundt Cake | Frites & Fries

I’ve never put so much damn butter in a cake but I do not regret it.

Dark 'n' Stormy Bundt Cake | Frites & Fries

Please don’t think about the calories. This bundt cake is worth trying because it has ginger beer and rum — just like a Dark & Stormy cocktail.

Dark 'n' Stormy Bundt Cake | Frites & Fries

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