Better Call Saul

Dan and I have been on Breaking Bad binge, and Saul Goodman is new favorite television character.  That is all.

Mostly Yummy

I've been trying to eat healthfully lately.  I think it all started with the epic three-day drink-and-eat-a-thon that was Hurricane Irene, which left me with a vague sense of having caved in several smaller arteries and neural pathways that I will want to access in the future.

(pictured with my fellow degenerates at the Ace Hotel bar.  What?  It was open and they allow dogs; how could we not).

So part of this "push to live longer" is eating a nice health-reviving lunch every day.  Sometimes I bring my lunch, but sometimes I forget, or Dan eats all the leftovers.  Enter Souen.

Souen is a macrobiotic restaurant near my office that has all these tasty organic dishes guaranteed to make you feel virtuous as shit.  I go probably once a week.  Things are left as whole/simple as possible and the flavors are deliberately mild: nothing is going to knock your socks off, because there isn't a lot of salt, but I like it.  Plus the lunch deals are relatively reasonable, by which I mean a price that I'm not going to write down here because it will sound ridiculous to anyone who doesn't work in the West Village, aka Manhattan's most expensive neighborhood.  The super hippy-dippy macro plate, which includes steamed greens and seaweed in addition to what you see above, usually lasts me two days, since it's also full of brown rice and beans and other things that leave you un-hungry for days.

Plus the place inspired me to develop a killer tahini salad dressing, so you should come by sometime and try it.  I'm about to pour it all over some kabocha squash and kale.

PEACE OUT!  Time to go cancel out that hijiki seaweed salad with a glass of wine.  It's a start.

Hehe

The idea that I could do something giving and seemingly selfless and still be the center of attention seemed magical.

-Marc Maron on cooking

So true.

I Need a Hobby

Or maybe I should say, a more productive hobby.

Hm

Netflix might want to keep working on that "Suggestions for You" feature.

Jumanji Live

This is heartbreaking.  I sincerely hope it spurs Ohio to enact bans on owning exotic animals.  Apparently you need a permit for bears, but if you want a lion, whatever, it's cool.  A LION.  Jesus Christ, whatever happened to just getting a dog?

Countdown

Ok fine.  I'll watch Beyoncé's Countdown video.  Finally.





(Thank you, Beyoncé, for looking awesome in sixties gear while having legs and an ass and a BABY INSIDE YOU it gives me hope for the future.  I am totally ok with you being famous).

News You Can Use

Awesome Q&A on Reddit recently with an NYC subway conductor.  Finally, a definitive answer to "what should I do if I fall into the tracks?"  Answer: do NOT copy the subway hero and lie down.  RUN.

Serious question: If, god forbid, I fall onto the tracks or someone I am willing to risk my life for falls into the tracks and is knocked out - and a train is coming (lets say 30sec away) - what should I do? Are those pits between the rails by the platforms made for people to hide in in a worst case scenario?

Aw

I was looking through some Peru pics that Scott put on Flickr (I really need to make a central album of all our pictures) and came across this one of me and Dan getting on the train to Aguas Calientes, the super-crappy tourist town at the base of (jaw-dropping, ridiculously awesome) Machu Picchu:

The train ride was SPECTACULAR.  However, as you can see, Dan was unable to enjoy most of it as he was about to die of My Body Hates Peru disease.  Aw.  My poor hubby.  He got better for the big Machu Picchu visit though!

Feminist Ryan Gosling

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Sometimes it's depressing that the Internet understands me so perfectly.

The Concerns of Mindy Kaling

Mindy Kaling launched her new blog!  Since I've mentioned her old blog on here somewhere between 5 and 1200 times, you can imagine my excitement.

So...

...today I turn thirty.  DIRTY THIRTY.  The big 3-O.  Old enough to run for the US Senate (still five years short for the presidency).  You get the idea.

I might have had mild panics about it over the past few weeks, but overall... it's not a big deal.  It's kind of weird how I don't feel all that much older than twenty, even though when I was actually twenty a thirty-year-old seemed ancient.  Actually I feel way older than twenty.  I just don't feel old, is what I'm saying.  Maybe I don't feel like a twenty-year-old's perception of thirty.  That's it.

Anyway, although twenty-year-old me would have preferred I be currently at work on my second PEN/Faulkner Award-winning novel (my college goals were weirdly specific), I feel like I'm in a pretty good place.  Wonderful husband, great friends, family I love, nice place to live, job I enjoy, and two cuddly, incredibly stupid cats... it's not a bad deal.

Here's a fun list of famous people who, at 30, were in completely the wrong career.  Sylvester Stallone: deli counter attendant.