This morning at Grand Central, there was a hold-up going through one of the turnstiles into the subway, and I couldn’t figure out why. The people in front of me kept getting in line behind this one guy, pausing for a second, and then stepping into another line instead of, say, punching him in the spleen and catapulting themselves over his crumpled body. So I waltz up all pardon-me-ladies-while-I-take-care-of-bizness, and then I hear the guy say, “I’ll call the police on you, I swear.” And I see that he’s face-to-face with an angry girl on the other side of the turnstile, neither of them getting out of the way to let the other through. I naturally side with the girl, both because I want to keep up this strange chivalry thing society has going and because I’ve been shoved aside by one too many businessmen commuters from Jersey in the morning. He’s wearing a brown tweed blazer with mismatched olive pants and has a pretentious leather bag slung over his shoulder, while she’s some greasy-haired teenager in a t-shirt, probably on her way to school. He might try to play the Respect Your Elders card if he was five years older, but it might not matter, because this is the kind of girl who mocks back, “Did you really just say you’d call the cops?” He gives up that angles and instead tries, “I already swiped!”, and at first I’m pissed for him that she’s trying to make him waste his $2, but then I figure he probably saw her coming and swiped his MetroCard anyway just to ensure he’d get in before she could come out. Because that’s how commuter businessmen from Jersey roll. Especially ones that then say to young girls, “Move, or I WILL CUT YOUR THROAT.”
I’ll save everyone the monotony of hearing yet again that you’re the smartest, prettiest, funniest, most creative, biggest-vocabulary-having boy I know and instead just let this 90s alternative superband say it all.
I just want to mention that this movie Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist is based on a teen novel that I used to flip through about eight times a week back when I worked in the kids section of Barnes & Noble. Because as a mix tape lover, the word playlist calls to me, and because it’s based in NYC.
But I won’t let your Michael Cera suck me in! I won’t buy your typical teen storylines! And I will not be so easily convinced by your indie film lighting and your characters in hoodies!
Our two-year anniversary is coming up in a couple of days, and in true Dr. Boyfriend style, Kamran wants to go out for a lavish dinner where the check will amount to my monthly salary. He suggested wd-50 because it’s supposedly one of the best in the world, and I agreed because I saw its owner, Wylie Dufresne, on “Top Chef” a couple of times and am entirely superficial.
So we were checking out the menu last night and were pretty pumped, especially about the 5-course dessert tasting menu. But I’m a little more skeptical now since Kamran found a picture of the pistachio dish today:
Impressive, right? And all this and more can be yours for only . . . $140.
Don’t worry; we’re already planning a trip to McDonald’s directly afterward.
This stop-motion video is so neat I almost cried over my lack of creativity:
The cutting up the Rubik’s Cube was the part that really got me.
Thanks to Meagan over at Fancy Island for bringing it to my attention. And by “bring it to my attention”, I mean “putting it in her blog with absolutely no specific intention of my seeing it”.
I'm Katie, a farmgirl originally from Ohio who moved to NYC in 2005 for no apparent reason. I like vintage-looking things that are actually new, filagree everything, people who don't make me feel awkward, meaning it when I say "no sleep till Brooklyn", and not trying too hard.
