

The madness of the crostini cook-off.



The Father Figures

I miss you two already. ;)

noraleah:
Last night we feted Cathy’s amazing achievement: her first book, at the peashoot age of 28! (Full set here.)
It seemed like all of Brooklyn was there, or an episode of “This Is Your Life” … all the food and wine people I’ve come to know and love over the past two years.
The highlight was when Cathy brought her very elegant mother on stage for a faux radio interview. Neither could keep a straight face. It was damn sweet.
Lots of fun! One of the best book parties I’ve been to, and certainly the most exciting cook-off. Strange being in the Bell House for literary and culinary reasons.
Hey Peter: Did you get your FedEx?
(via notthatkindagay)
Gah, that’s you? I never know who it’s from when I get that damn FedEx sticker/doorhang stuck to my apt building window, I just know that I call them, tell them it’s ok to leave it, sign for it, and then I still haven’t been back to see if they’ve left it there for the last two days.
I’ll ask Bree, my mail collector/roommate. Exciting, the suspense!
Scary thought…
What if every AIM profile/status update from our youth was permanently logged online with it’s own url?
TriBeCa is my new jump off.
Passion Pit - “Little Secrets”: “Manners”
(imagine the video here, if MTV let people embed and share)

grapefruite:
john:
(via soupsoup)
Something really crazy/wonderful about these modern olympians
Yeah! this was so fun to watch last night. along with women’s downhill skiing - what a thrill! I was squealing on the couch sipping hot cocoa.
But Peter and I did wonder… why do the women have to wear so much make-up?? That was kind of sad (and just weird with Cusamo’s tiara). They are already beautiful and have the most amazing bodies and talent.
The Olympics are compelling, that’s for sure, and Andrea and I picked a good first night to watch them. Women’s Downhill had three wipeouts and a great narrative (the girl putting on the tiara prematurely deserved to be knocked down to second with that kind of karma going against the injured favorite) and Half Pipe is always a pleaser with it’s own great SW narrative as well (what a sport that can be played in jeans). All in all a lot of fun, and I don’t pretend to understand/appreciate make-up in any context, Olympic podium or not.