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extra pickles turned 6 [on august 13]!

extra pickles turned 6 [on august 13]!

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hey squirrel friend

::waves at barry::

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Jumped on the Instagram bandwagon 10 days ago (pre-Facebook purchase so still slightly ahead of the masses). I sort of like it a lot. Like most things in life the fascination will probably pass. But it’s fun for now!

Extrapickles_ is my username (not early enough to get it sans underscore, alas). 

Yesterday was really, really nice in New York. And I really, really want ‘them’ to turn the fountain on in Washington Square—only then will winter have officially passed.

Jumped on the Instagram bandwagon 10 days ago (pre-Facebook purchase so still slightly ahead of the masses). I sort of like it a lot. Like most things in life the fascination will probably pass. But it’s fun for now!

Extrapickles_ is my username (not early enough to get it sans underscore, alas).

Yesterday was really, really nice in New York. And I really, really want ‘them’ to turn the fountain on in Washington Square—only then will winter have officially passed.

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oh hello.

so, oakland museum, december 2011..

i’ve posted a few times about larry bell and his cubes.  they’re great, i think.  you’re not quite certain what the focal point is supposed to be—the object itself, your reflection, the other people around you.

you know—like life.

..someday i’ll start writing about 2012.

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sunsets into the fog at home.

sunsets into the fog at home.

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"ok.. if that’s the best you can do.."

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Hey there—

Hey there—

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As if it were a Sunday afternoon in July.

As if it were a Sunday afternoon in July.

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so.  the rest of december 2011.

i went home mid-month.  on foursquare at SFO i noted, “HOME. And when I get back to New York I’ll also probably scream ‘HOME.’”  that’s how it always goes, doesn’t it—everyone feels the same.

a huge part of feeling at “home” is defined by the food i eat.  it’s the same every time and i could spare you a paragraph by just referring to last year’s post.. but what’s the fun in that?  genova for the best italian meat sandwich outside of philly (primo yummm), sorabol in the ville, gordo (the original dos toros), late-night top dog, late-night colonial, george’s, cactus tacqueria, and the bay wolf for a parental send-off.

and of course a helping of pasta and sausage and breaded steak and crab from mom’s workings in the kitchen.  i already posted this picture when i was there, of my parents in the kitchen.  i like it.

and in that same post i noted that it was just me home for christmas!  “no brothers or sisters-in-law, no nieces or nephews.”  just me.  different, but i was fine with it.  probably related to some sort of baby complex, growing up getting undivided parental attention and still wanting that in all areas of life, ha.

so adam and soni live in the bay area now!  it’d be cooler if they still lived a quick A/C subway jaunt away from me.. but they’re not in a half-bad place.  we hung out a couple of times and that was nice.  i miss them being around.

on one car ride with adam i finally figured out, 28 years into life, which direction is north.  that sounds sort of silly i know, but it’s something that me and a ton of my friends growing up just didn’t know.  i thought a lot more about hills and which direction was “up.”

the high school crew was around also.  i should take more pictures of these people.

christmas was fiiiiiiine.  got some cardigans, which i’ve already worn to death in early 2012.  friday is jeans day in the office and i’ve gotten more comments on these cardigans than i ever anticipated—mom’s style draws notice it seems.

i got my mom this cool-looking little red enamel coffee pot.  i got my dad.. a rooster.  a rooster that changes color and is supposed to predict the weather and is somehow related to portugal.  he likes to know what’s going on with the weather, my dad, so i thought it’d be a funny little thing.  he laughed a lot—whether at the gift itself or at me for choosing the gift is up to you.  i also got him a microscope print thanks to the tip of a fellow tumblr (thanks dood).  he liked that.

that’s all on christmas eve.  for christmas day we used to go out every year, though that changed when the family grew to eight.  this year with just three of us we returned to the palace hotel over in the city.  if you remember “the game” with michael douglas, it’s the room at the very end where he comes crashing through a glass ceiling.  nice place.

hmm what else:

  • went to the oakland museum and it’s pretty cool.  hadn’t been since what, elementary school?  i made a stop motion video that i thought was decent and then my mom laughed and said “that’s it?”
  • saw some pretty spectacular sunsets
  • drank a lot of this liquor that i think is just called root.  tastes just like root beer, imagine that.  mixed with tonic it goes down a little too easily.
  • back in new york, jon and i thought it’d be a good idea to go to sugarland for new year’s eve.  it was not a good idea.  then tyler slept on my couch and i ate a big torta from the taco truck.  best. new years.  ever.

..aaaaand 2012 begins!

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President’s Day 2012.

President’s Day 2012.

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valentine’s day 2012.

valentine’s day 2012.

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so.  december 2011.

i started a new project at work that month.  it’s local-ish (new jersey) and that’s good-ish (get to sleep in my own bed, get to have a bit of a weekday social life).  the hours have been a bit hell-ish, but as i write this we’re about a week from wrapping up the main chaotic times before things hopefully quiet down.

had our first of two office holiday parties on december 1 (which i had to plan, as stereotypes dictate) and on foursquare i noted “i hate the hours but the people are some of the best.”  and that’s very much true (emphasis on the people-liking part).

brad and cara stayed up here that weekend, after the holiday party.  we spent all night at the scratcher on friday—i like that place, a good find adam and i made many moons ago.  i live way too close to john’s pizzeria to have never been, and we tried on saturday.. but didn’t want to wait, and instead got pizza across the street where in this pic it looks like a little one-armed girl was giving cara some major sass.  continued on with the italian theme at the bar / beer garden on top of eataly where some lovely middle-aged jersey women and their husbands chatted us up.  that was nice—sometimes looking approachable doesn’t end in disaster!  ..but just sometimes.

not sure how cara and alex avoided grabbing a stiff one at pieces for as long as they did.  we changed that that evening.

tim was here for a few weeks in december.  so for the first time since may i saw him that sunday december 4.  and that put an ear-to-ear grin on my face.  sundays with tim were an institution for me in early 2011 and it was pretty great to get another one (particularly one that included roberta’s).

my birthday was the next week, as noted.  wandered the frick that weekend, and also the anti-frick—lady gaga’s barneys workshop.

the christmas tree at rockefeller center is huge and impressive, though i was won over more by the genuineness of the one at boiler room.

went to the morgan for the first time in a few months—covertly snapped a pic of the always stunning main library room.

bought my parents christmas gifts at this cool little soho shop called kiosk.  i was told my original descrition of the place didn’t do it justice, and that a better soundbite to describe it would be a “well-curated store of homewares.”  it’s fun—look for the big pink florescent light arrow on spring street, conveniently across from the ben sherman store.

then motorino with colin.  then brooklyn night bazaar and radegast and sugarland with jon.  then white chicks and another peace out to tim.

christ, i only got through half of december here.  guess it was busy?  i was socially pretty happy this month—tim was around a bit, jon and i started hanging out a good amount, colin and tyler and jon and bryan all met each other giving at least some cohesiveness to my friends.

i’ve had multiple conversation just in the past week about my level of happiness here.  i’m happy—don’t worry.

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"i sort of want to write about november and i sort of want to go to bed.  january is off to a pretty fun start but yeesh work can be a pretty life-consuming!"

i think i started this draft 4 weeks ago.

so november.. well, work was pretty life-consuming in november too!  my first foursquare check-in of the month was at 11:15pm in a cab: “And so begins 3 weeks of this late cab ride home garbage.”  ha.  a good project to have under my belt at least.

my parents were in boston visiting my brother, so i went up there the first weekend in november.  the jetblue terminal at JFK is quite nice.  and jetblue and airtran (remember those trips to canton?) are great for having xm radio—that “bpm” station makes time fly (get it? ..i’ll here all week with the funnies).

so boston.  i like going up there.  it’s so nice to just hang out in an apartment with some space and be a little removed from the the mental/physical/professional/social hustle down here.

and obviously seeing pat and laura and my parents is good.  always a good grounding experience to remember that things are going to be ok, heh.

we went to the JFK library on saturday (is his name not on anything?).  i wanted to go to the gardner museum or even the MFA again, and i gave a huge eye roll when i found out i was in the minority and we were going to this institutional building, followed by an even bigger eye roll when we decided on account of timing we’d have to eat there in its sodexo cafeteria.  but then we sat down in front of this window with a stunningly vibrant view—greenest grass and bluest water.  who would’ve thought.  and the library (museum, really) is fine.  cleaner and presented better than expected.

got back to new york on sunday in time for bowling.  rolled a 172.  (that’s a good score for me.)

the next week?  who knows.  work probably.  brad stayed over on friday night—wish i could even remember why he was in town?  we met nitesh out and he made us take a 1980s limo cab to the LES.  it was silly.  brett was at boiler room.  he brad and i are some of the better photo hunt players i’ve come across, but we stunk it up.

the tree outside my window looked really pretty late that month.

saw a blurb about MGMT playing a concert at the guggenheim and in the pictures i was quite intrigued by a giant horse dangling from the ceiling.  so i went to check it out next saturday evening (pay what you want nights) without realizing that this maurizio cattelan exhibit was a big deal—huge line!  stumbled upon my buddy robin in line and saved myself some waiting—it’s still always funny to me running into people in such a big city.  anyway, the pieces themselves i thought were sort of meh, but the installation was pretty rad—everything just hanging from the ceiling!  watch it all go up.

went to DC for thanksgiving.  a lovely trip, as i partially discussed already.  DC really is home away from home away from home.  it’s the only place i’ve lived post-college with a really high concentration of good friends.  that’s in no way meant to discount individual friends in other places—the energy of having a group is something that i do miss though.

you know that foursquare badge people get for checking into the same place 100 times?  and how most people get it for checking into their house or office or something boring?  I got it at the end of november for checking into mamoun’s..

..routines.  if only i could get into one with posting things on here.

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life lessons from a 3-year-old: flattery, regardless of how off-base, wins people over.

life lessons from a 3-year-old: flattery, regardless of how off-base, wins people over.

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i’m no james carville but i think michelle bachmann is slipping because a “blue chips” era nick nolte is running her campaign.
(luke russert—always beating me to the punchline)
(but really, who is that guy?)

i’m no james carville but i think michelle bachmann is slipping because a “blue chips” era nick nolte is running her campaign.

(luke russert—always beating me to the punchline)

(but really, who is that guy?)

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