Oh, doughnuts on a Monday...

Pure bliss.
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I heart my friend George.

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Thankfully this was not my fault

Of course, my mom had to take a picture of me, next to the crumpled car. Like this one is for the album or something. 

On my first visit back to Cleveland in two years, I'm not in my mom's car for more than 10 minutes before some kid in an SUV slammed into her car, while I was stopped at a light, because his sneaker got wedged on the gas, causing me to slam into a car in front of me, which in turn crumpled her hood because she slammed into the SUV in front of a her. Two people were carted off in ambulances, and all sorts of parts of my mom's car were littered all over the road. Oh, and it was raining. And people were rubbernecking cause there were police cars and fire trucks all over the place.

I'm not sure how I was fine, except that the whole incident made me ravenously hungry...so I inhaled a cheese-less bean burrito from Taco Bell after we were allowed to leave the scene and now feel like I might be sick.

I think this is why I only go home to Cleveland every few years.
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I heart Kid 'n Play

Ok, I love this commercial too. Below is the inspiration..

LeBron + Kobe meet the Muppet Show

I saw this new Nike commercial the other night, and loved it. For one, I am delighted by how Nike is obviously channeled their inner Jim Henson to create a campaign featuring muppets of Kobe Bryant and LeBron James living together post season. The last shot where they are both covered in a pile of chalk is so perfect — with LebRon going nuts all over the place with the chalk, and Kobe is just chilling. Plus, love the Akron, Ohio shout out. And then last night I saw the second commercial featuring Kobe going nuts over losing his three championship rings, comparing them to three cookies in a style incredibly similar to Cookie Monster, and then LeBron was like, "uh, maybe they are in your Championship Ring case?" 

Wool and the Gang

Today, as I was eating my Vermonsta' sandwich from Brownstein's and flipping through Paper Magazine, I noticed an article on Wool and the Gang. Founded by Lisa Sabrier and Carolyn Main, Wool and the Gang sells knitting kits as well as ready-made knit wear for those people who cannot knit, or haven't the patience. The wool is from Peru, and the inspiration is from Lisa and Carolyn's friends who are fashion designers, jewelry designers, actors, models, DJs, singers, artists, writers, etc. I totally love the concept, and am so about to buy myself a Lion Zion hat. I would buy the kit, except that the hat already knit is only 10 pounds more than the kit, and the time it takes me to knit the hat would be like 10 days worth of time, knowing how slow I knit.

New Word of the Day: Dreamlette

¹dreamlette 

Pronunciation:

\ˈdrēmlet\

Function:

noun

Usage:

often attributive

Etymology:

Middle English dreem, from Old English drēam noise, joy, and Old Norse draumr dream; akin to Old High Germantroum dream combined with lette, meaning a dimunitive form, taken from Smurfette, the girl Smurf from the popular 1980s cartoon series.

Date:

21th century

1: a quick dream occurring between one snooze cycle and the next, usually only 5-10 minutes in length.

The Thorn Birds

I was home sick today, and did not even get out bed. Despite owning a television, I am still not used to actually  turning it on, so I did not even think to watch Oprah, unfortunately. Instead, I reached for a book that I found laying in a dusty pile at one of our New Jersey offices...The Thorn Birds. I must have already read this book at least 10 times, starting when I was in fifth grade. And every time, I get so sucked in, that I cannot put it down until I have finished the book. Making it the perfect sick in bed kind of reading. It is a classic piece of romantic fiction, with lots of heaving chests and stolen glances; loves lost and unfilled. Of course, I totally love that stuff. Shockingly enough, I am not the most picky of readers — honestly, I will read and enjoy almost book, as long as the author uses punctuation and paragraphs, and as long as it is not fantasy or science fiction. But if you have not read the Thorn Birds, I totally recommend it.

Honest Foods granola bars

Somehow, over the weekend, I became addicted to Honest Foods' Almond Trail Mix granola squares. I bought one on Saturday at the natural foods store on the corner of Bergen Street and Fifth Avenue and then on Sunday I went back and bought two more. And now, I want to buy a case of them. Except of course, they are completely sold out online of the Almond Trail Mix flavor, and the Cran Zest flavor, and all of the flavors, to be exact. Ugh. Because now I am totally obsessed with these delicious little things and it means I am going to have to go back to Park Slope and buy up the entire tray from the natural foods store. I wish it was not raining, or else I would go now.

Trisha Brown at BAM

Helen and I went to go see the Trisha Brown Dance Company this evening at BAM. There were four pieces and we were both truly blown away by the second and fourth pieces. The second piece, O zlozony/O Composite, featured two guys and one woman (Aurélie Dupont, Manuel Legris and Nicholas le Riche) against a backdrop of the Milky Way. The score was, as the Times so eloquently described it, "a recycling spiel in I know not which Eastern European language over some inoffensive rhythms that suggest now African music, now rock." Ms. Dupont, switched back and forth between bare feet and point shoes in a way that was not noticeable, and there were moments when I was like, "surely she is not on point in her barefeet!" Helen and I felt she was incredibly flawless as a dancer, and despite the Times giving it a rather boring review, I was incredibly inspired. 

However, the fourth performance, “L’Amour au théâtre,” which was the world premiere, which was set to excerpts from Rameau’s “Hippolyte et Aricie,” was so uplifting and whimsical and purely delightful in every way that I left the theater wanting to go home and spring around my own apartment in some sort of ode to Summertime. From the superb costumes which seemed to be straight out of some boutique which I wished actually existed, to the mix up of partnering — the women were held and lifted by the guys, and then they provided the support at times for the guys as well, giving the impression that both the men and women were given fully equal roles in this particular dance. This was really quite satisfying, in a way that is not really describeable; as is the fact that the guys also danced with one another...something you rarely see. The intimacy between the dancers was incredible, in the sense that the movements seemed to emanate deep from within each dancer and then flow from one another like emotions.

Purple puff ball flowers on State Street