alert hollywood--gazpacho is the magic formula

it's saturday morning. i'm driving the boss's truck over the 59th street bridge. it'll be 105 degrees with the heat index (whatever that means) by afternoon, but for now, with the windows open and the river breeze funneling through the cab, life is good.

the boss slurps really delicious gazpacho from a large, uncovered to-go cup. i change lanes.

a loud noise crinkles up from behind us and after mental checks ruling out the kayaks coming un-roped from the roof (would be MUCH louder), i remember the boss's two-foot square original drawing inked on very thin tracing paper stashed behind my seat. one of those drawings that could possibly sell for six grand. except it's no longer stashed behind my seat, it's floating free in the air, about to crinkle it's way out the open windows to float appropriately, down to the east river.

of course, this all happens in a millisecond, and my hands are still on the steering wheel. fear not, though--the boss's hands are instinctively and immediately grabbing the drawing. the cup of gazpacho is abandoned to the air, to settle pell mell, roly poly, with more surface area than you'd imagine, on my overalls, the seat, my bag, my hands, my face.

the drawing is safe, and the boss has made a breakthrough discovery: "wow! gazpacho really looks like puke!" maybe i shouldn't put that in quotes, cause i can't remember--he might have said 'barf'. definitely not 'vomit', though 'vomitron' would have been quite poetic. whatever the semantics, the outcome was the same--the appearance that i hadn't actually spent my friday night working till midnight then falling into bed, but rather drinking, say, eleven shots of jaegermeister, a few beers and a gutter of vomitron.

and yes, to give the boss credit, there were many apologies, but much more laughter and absolute wonder at the striking visual similarity between spilled gazpacho and spilled guts. we made a note for future video projects, and might just have to work some in for the genius of it all.

oh my god, my keybord i plotting gint me.

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could you undertnd ny of thi?

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unlikely grill buddies

okay, so i'm in trouble because i've been back from my colorado fishing trip for days and haven't told you all about it or shown you any photos. just trying to play catch up with work and beyond. and then there is the desktop computer where i edit my photos that is frighteningly unwilling to turn on. i hope this coming weekend i can address these issues, if my brain hasn't melted from the 104 degree weather. in the meantime, i did loan jade some snaps i took in colorado for his blog--why don't you step over there and check them out?

okay, i'm back. everybody quit looking.

gone fishin'

not to be outdone by my burgeoning blogger sweetheart, except kindof being completely outdone, i offer you this image of me fishing with my uncle and dad, age 8.
the rumors are true. this vegetarian is going fishing. off to colorado to entertain more people who aren't used to how stubborn i am about 'no i actually won't put a worm on a line or even catch fish and throw them back in'.
just looking forward to some slow down time in the mountains and NO HUMIDITY for a week with my baby.
it's 4:36am and i'm blogging. and i'm not drunk. this, folks, is dedication. now try to tell me i'm neglecting you!
ah, but serious apologies, i had ambitious plans of plotting an arsenal of auto posts during my absence, but alas, too hectic to leave town!
adios! (read jade's post linked above for details on our trip!)

oh how i wish....

kathleen and i, sledding in brooklyn seven months ago.

did anyone mention it's hot here in new york? i don't think anyone mentioned that to me when i said i was moving to new york--of course, i didn't give them much chance--having just gone and bought a one-way ticket two weeks out.

there are things about summer in new york that i've gotten used to--like that strange sensation of leaving the house knowing i'd return after midnight and still not bringing a sweater or jacket. like there being absolutely no option but to wear tank tops and sandals every day. sleeves and socks simply have no place in this insane climate.

but there is simply no getting used to the intensity and duration of this heat and humidity.

ah, what i would give right now to want to wear leg warmers!