Manic Sunday

Williamsburg, 2012

Well, we survived a stoop sale, clearing out closets, and sorting through all those scary Pandora's boxes under the bed.

I love the New York tradition of free-cycling. Instead of lugging things we didn't need anymore to a charity shop, we cut out the middle man and put them on the curb. Within hours (and, in some cases, minutes) people took what they could use. And with about 12 days til moving day it was easy to be ruthless.

While the dust was swirling in our apartment we took a few hydration breaks to Bakeri, the Flea, and the Brooklyn Winery. I wouldn't exactly call it a relaxing weekend, but there's a certain satisfaction in getting things done.

The Dream of the 1890s

Oh man, this made me laugh. This afternoon I was at Bakeri, and saw two guys who definitely fit the bill. My first thought was, 'I wonder if they're Amish.' Then I remembered where I live.

Our bedroom window overlooks a backyard filled with chickens. Straight shaves abound. We recently had dinner at Isa, and an item on the menu included "dust."

I'd like to swear up and down that we don't buy into any of this, but Will's been making his own vinegar lately. A while back, we went to the Meat Hook and he had a very serious conversation with a bearded fellow about cloning a "mother." When he's not making vinegar, he's butchering pheasants he shot in New Jersey. Every time I open the fridge, a feather seems to pop out.

Sigh.

Thank god Fred Armisen is around to laugh at us.