April 25, 2011

Waterlogged YA books!

My sister spotted two boxes of them down the street.

I took these four (they weren't too wet) and I laid the rest out in the sun to dry.

I am reading Howl's Moving Castle right now and it is soooooo good!

Tree flowers

They grow right outta the branch?!

The easter bunny came!

He brought a few pals.

April 22, 2011

Almond milk


(It sure tastes good tho.)

Workplace mystery

Someone removed the pom poms from my doorknob in the night and placed them on my chair.

Motivation unknown.

April 21, 2011

Sitrep: Cats

It appears that all is well in Los Angeles.

Thank you Beth, reporter on the ground.

This morning

On the way to the subway:

A filthy Eames chair!

Does anyone recognize this logo?

If it's not Vitra or Henry Miller I think it means this is a knock-off, but it's odd in that case that it is numbered.

I wonder what is underneath that narsty upholstery?

UPDATE: It's the logo of the airline Lufthansa! They must have bought a bunch of these at one time; how did it get to Brooklyn? Thanks Margot and Greg!!

April 20, 2011

Last night

I actually don't have anything to say about this. I just wanted to look at it.

April 19, 2011

Breakfast time!

Yes, that is my stomach.


 I enjoy this pants-sneakers-leather laces thing he's got going on.

April 18, 2011


Rasta scalp.

April 16, 2011

Cats in the Sea Services

Go immediately to this website.

Thank you Anonymous for this amaaaaaaaaaazing recommendation!


Platinum Sperry Topsiders.

These things are just . . . the best.

I need to remember the special lace-tying techniques I learned last time I had pair of these! In, say—1990?

More Value Village!



For something or other.

Is it weird

To buy a child's sweater when you don't have a child?

I saw this hand-made item at Value Village in Montreal and for some reason I had to have it.

And now I do.

April 15, 2011

One day

This beautiful tree will block the view of the highway.

But we won't be living here then.

April 14, 2011


The sky was an amazing color tonight.

Le chat

Hello Montreal cat!

Allow me.

That's right.


I always leave them satisfied.


It is SO HARD.

You remember this lace I was knitting. Well, I decided it was dumb to be knitting lace in yellow cotton (it turns out Greg does not want a yellow jabot), and so I unraveled it and started again, wider this time, with some nicer yarn. Over the course of two ten-hour train trips I started and restarted this same piece of knitting at LEAST ten times, and I am not even exaggerating. Maybe it was the different yarn, but "things" kept happening. Like, after a number of rows, I would count and there would be 74 stitches, and then I would knit a row with no apparent mishap . . . but then when I counted the stitches again there would mysteriously be two extra. And then in the next row two more would appear out of nowhere, or maybe one would disappear, even though I was being EXTREMELY careful. Or some weird thing would happen and I would try to fix it and get the stitches backward, then try to fix that, then drop a stitch and—it was sad :(

So a few days I ago I decided, fine—I'll go back to the yellow cotton yarn if that's what it takes. And (with only a few mishaps) I knit like 30 beautiful rows (six inches?) before it all went to hell again. I kept unknitting rows and reknitting them as I traveled to work and back, trying to get it right, and generally regressing rather than progressing over each twenty-four hour period.

Finally tonight I just didn't know if I was coming or going with it anymore. So I took it all out and started again.

And this is what I got so far:

How do people ever knit SWEATERS?


Are doin' it for themselves!

Seriously, I just give them water from time to time (OK, every day), and they do all the rest!

So pretty.

April 13, 2011


Huge wall of fog rolls into midtown Manhattan. Office worker on coffee break is reminded of her homeland, where huge walls of fog regularly roll all over everything.

April 12, 2011

Found on the way to work


Endorsed by the United States Bocce Federation, so you know it's good.

I couldn't take it with me, though, and when I came by after work, it was gone. Which spared me having to decide whether I wanted bocce in my life (and/or apartment).

April 11, 2011

Sordid scene

On the night table.

Exley is getting a bit wild these days.

April 10, 2011


By the highway.

This is the tree in front of our house.

While I was taking these pictures a sparrow flew out of the dryer vent!

Nest-building time again.


Check this baby out.

Vintage wool felt w/ pom pom! It stands up real nice.

What I really need is a spring hat, however.

Devils vs Leafs

Yes, we went to another hockey game!

It was awesome—the Devils won but Leafs scored during a power play (in which THEY were two players short) and then almost tied the score in the third period. Woot!

But the best part BY FAR was—singing "Oh Canada!"

Living in New York you don't get too many chances to salute your home and native land in song. I sang "The Star Spangled Banner" too, obvs—but it wasn't the same.

"Editor" pencil

Half blue, half red.

Awesome! (Even though I literally never use a red or a blue pencil.)


I decided I would be my own dog!

So I canceled the plans I had and just did whatever I wanted. This turned out to be not wearing pants, knitting, listening to 2666 on my iphone, sauntering, shopping, talking on the phone to my friend for forty-five minutes on the sidewalk, looking at books, more shopping, trying on hats, more hats, then eating the best snack ever on a bench while looking at hats on the internet (I still need a hat pretty bad).

Followed by a thorough rummage in a thrift shop, then some freelance editing, sandwich eating, kitchen cleaning (including the fridge!), Bourne Identity watching, and knitting, followed by dozing with the light on.

And then Greg came home and I told him all about it. Best.

Landlady notes

She has taken to signing them "Steve" (even though it is obvs HER handwriting).

April 8, 2011

A freezer full of Canadian butter!

President's Choice, yo!

Evidence of a weekend in Montreal.

Does life get better than this?

That is: coming home to an empty house, making a little dinner, eating it on the couch (lying lengthwise!!) with your new book.



Lunch not upon the eggs of another.