More NYC
Through a fortuitous confluence of happy circumstance, Jeff & I got to have dinner at the Tribeca Grill last night
I’m in love
I’m in NY and I’m in love.
You see there’s this company, called Fresh Direct, and they will bring you your groceries. And not just the “dry goods” that netGrocer (who I used to love back in the day) used to bring. No, they bring the fresh goods too — the milk, the artisanal cheeses, the orange juice, the spinach greens. But they go one step better than that too — they will bring you whole, already-cooked, ready to heat-and-serve meals — and good ones too!
Jeff (whom I do still love, of course) and I placed an experimental order this week, as I’m working his place and there’s nothing to eat here *and* all the cooking implements are still in boxes(1). Last night we ate the ravioli with slow-cooked tomato sauce and corn-on-the-cob (which we nuked in moist paper towels, my favorite way of cooking corn) slathered with the butter that they also brought (and salt that Jeff nicked from work).
Tonight we’re having roasted lemon-thyme chicken with asparagus and potatoes gratin. Dessert will not be an issue as there’s a gelato place across the street :)
Granted, this is nothing much more different than you can pick up at a Harris Teeter, but (a) there’s a much wider selection of goodies and (b) *they bring it to you*!!!
(1) and not likely to be unboxed soon as they’re now making noises about him moving to Mineapolis. I kid you not.
Going to NYC
Will be in NYC from Friday (26th) through Labor Day if anyone there wants to grab a drink or whatnot. Am quite glad to be heading out for a bit.
Meme-sh
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2. Pass it on.
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Protected: News of the not-good-sort
I often dream that my right knee1 won’t bend properly.
When I’m dreaming I know that lack of mobility isn’t right somehow; that my knee will bend if I only get it moving the right way (though I’m never able to, it seems). I think I’ve also woken up several times knowing that I’d had one of those “knee-won’t-bend” dreams, but I’ve never been able to capture that before it slipped away. Then, a few weeks ago I was talking with Jeff when — all-of-a-sudden (and quite out of the context of the conversation) — I remembered that my knee won’t move in my dreams, but, leery of interrupting the conversation, I didn’t say anything and the realization fell out of my head again. (poof)
Last night I was reading ursulav‘s entry on sleep paralysis when I finally became consciously aware of my strange dream paralysis. I quickly opened my LJ client and typed the first sentence of this entry so I’d be sure not to lose it again (yah me!).
Now, as for what to do with this information: still no clue there.
1 Yes, that is the knee upon which I had surgery. These dreams predate the injury (or at least the more recent and incapacitating injury that prompted the surgery) by years and years though.
Another Europe story…
This one in HTML format, as I needed a table.
Fear ye! Fear ye!
According to the North Carolina Department of Motor Vehicles, I can now ride a motorcycle well enough to be licensed.
Which, for the record, I don’t plan on doing any time soon! Full story behind the cut…
Caution: Objects in Head Are Much Smaller Than They Appear
So, I both love it — and am incredibly chagrined — when things that seem *difficult* and *imposing* and *time-consuming* turn out to be *easy* and *simple* and *quick*.
…Before the recent trip to Europe (I’m going to pimp those pictures every opportunity I get ;-) I had bought a flip-up LCD screen from Hoodman, and the trip was the first time I’d used it (yes, bringing new gear on a trip is Not So Bright, but, anyway…). Sadly, it promptly busted.
Calling them to explain the issue has been on “the list” since I got home. Every few hours I look at the list, think “oh yeah, I should do that now”… and then shy away from it. Silly, really.
So I finally called them all full of trepidation at having to explain how I’d managed to break the little beastie right after getting it and they answer and I start to sidle into the breakage issue, when he said:
“Yep — we had a batch where the assembler stressed that little tab. We’ll send you a new one.”
:-)
and :-( for being so silly in the first place.
Realm of the Lint Queen 