Thursday, June 28, 2007

Karma

Sometimes I just feel like there's good karma, or energy--or whatever you choose to call it--floating around me. These past few days, I've felt it. In addition to having my first lunch with my editor, signing my book contract, and seeing Wilco yet again (I'm obsessed; it began as good break-up music and now is just damn good music), I've very randomly met so many cool, wonderful people. And it just makes me so fucking happy. Sure, the people upstairs just flooded my bathroom for the fourth time in two months and it's three hundred degrees here and I have absolutely no money. Life is still good; I can't really complain. That's all I'm sayin'.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Sexy, Sexy Casserole

Check out Sex Advice from Casserole Bakers at nerve.com, featuring eefers and a few Casserole Party competitors (there's even a champion in there).

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

The Saddest Girl Ever

It's beginning to sink in that I'm not going to get to see Wilco at the Warsaw on June 26... or at any of their New York shows. Somehow I missed the pre-sale and now I can't afford to pay some asshole $225 for a ticket. If I could afford it, believe me I would, but I can't. And that sucks. I can't believe that Wilco will be in my city and I won't be there to see it.

For anyone out there with an extra ticket, I'm on the verge of selling myself into prostitution here...

Shallow Democrat

Call me a shallow Democrat. I was so excited about Hillary's new ad, I went to her website to watch it again. This is when I learned that her campaign song is by none other than the most annoying Canadian ever: Celine Dion. Apparently a vote took place. Obviously I missed it. So, I sent Hillary's staff this message:
I think the choice of Celine Dion's "You and I" is a terrible choice for a campaign song. Forget the fact that she's Canadian (that barely concerns me). Let's focus on the fact that she's terrible/cheesy/annoying. I am a would-be/could-be Hillary supporter (undecided Democrat) who has voted for Senator Clinton in the past. I am a seasoned canvasser who could even end up with some volunteer time on my hands, but if I have to listen to that song for the next year, I might have to seriously reconsider.

Sincerely,
Emily Farris
Brooklyn, NY
I realize now that I used "choice" twice in the same sentence. And I apologize.

Rha Rha Rhee Rhee Cyclones Had a Victory

Last night I went to the Brooklyn Cyclones season opener, and it was much better than last year, when the Cyclones lost 0-18 to the Staten Island Yankees. The Cyclones pulled off a 5-1 win against the Yanks this year.

Again, post-game we (though a different we than last year) went to ride the Cyclone. The person I was with had never been on it and I suggested we sit in the last seat, to get the full effect. I think we both got off with whiplash (though I think his was worse than mine, I had some idea what to expect).

I then decided that having a Nathan's hot dog post Cyclone was a good idea. It was not. The last two times I've had a hot dog, said hot dog has been a night cap of sorts. And both times I ended up on the bathroom floor around 2 a.m. No more hot dogs for eefers.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

The Twilight Zone

OK, not exactly twilight, but the world is a very different place in the morning. Since returning from my trip, I've had a hard time sleeping late. I never quite recovered from Netherlands time, which is fine, because getting up at 7 in Amsterdam is like getting up at 1 in the afternoon on the East Coast. And I used to do that -- often. I've now found a happy medium and wake up around 9 every day. Fine. I'm actually more productive when I get up early. Go figure.

Anyway, I'm going to The Meatwave today and wanted to pick up a nice cut of steak and some sausage, but at 10:00 on a Sunday none of the meat markets in Greenpoint are open. I'm going to blame it on Sunday and not this crazy time we call "morning."

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Not Cool

Apparently, I am not cool enough to sell my clothes in Williamsburg.

When I lived in Park Slope (and its general vicinity), I would take my clothes that I no longer wore or that no longer fit to Beacon's Closet, to sell. More often than not, they'd buy what I took in. I have a pretty good eye for what's wearable and what's not... or so I'd like to think.

Today, I took about five pair of jeans, many cute, vintage dresses, and even a few pairs of lightly worn shoes to the Williamsburg branch. I left with $15 and most of what I walked in with.

I already knew my hipness wasn't quite up to par in this neighborhood, but it didn't really affect me. Until now. Park Slope geeks: prepare yourself for my flared Gap jeans and Hush Puppies. They're coming your way.

Monday, June 11, 2007

My Favorite Part

Everyone keeps asking me what was my favorite part of my European Adventure. And it was strangely non-European, in a way.

Imagine spending the day in a Dutch market with a koffie (not that watered down drip crap they serve here, but actual espresso with a little cookie) in one hand and the best damn gelato ever, in the other. Then, riding a bike to a church turned concert venue to see Wilco. Not only did I get to see Wilco, I was right up front. And I was making eyes at Jeff Tweedy the entire time; whether or not he was making eyes back can be debated. To end a perfect day, I had frites mayo for dinner and rode a bike home in the light rain.

Does life get any better than that? I think not.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

I'm Baaack

Yeah, yeah. I'm home. I'm going through a bit of Europe withdraw, coupled with a head cold, it's giving me little pangs of depression. But it's good to be back in Amurrrica and beginning tomorrow I'm a busy bee.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

First Round of Photos...

...from my European Adventure here.

I'd write more but it's time for more Frites Mayo.