WINTER BUCKET LIST II

December? December 9th? Hold on, what? What?!

Just like everyone else, I feel like I blinked and wintertime showed up. The way these weeks are flying is Crazytown (Crazy City? Crazyville?). But when it comes to disappearing days I wholeheartedly agree with this sentiment. “It’s our job to live in them (the days that run away) and to keep track of them the best we can.” So that is my intention this season and through the new year—live in the days, say thank you for them, and remember them the best I can. 

(Hopefully this list means that at least one those days will include: brunch at Tipsy Parson, a bowl of peppermint ice cream, an Alice Walker poem, and a trip to PS1.)

EAT/DRINK:

MAKE:

READ:

GO/SEE/DO:

Merry, merry…
happy (early) 2014… 
where’d you get your puffer coat…
brrr…
& happy listing.

PS: Last year’s Winter list. 


Down | Up: Sunday Evening 

I had one of those perfect weekends. And last night when the sun was almost set I paused for a second on my walk uptown and sighed and felt better than I have in a really long time. Just making a note because something like that is worth remembering.
Friday: UES erranding (NYRR, Kate Spade, Laudree) and an embarrassingly early bedtime.
Saturday: 9 miles through Brooklyn. Miraculously, a pocket of no crowds at the Atlantic Terminal Mall & Fort Greene. (This! Never! Happens!) Burgers and home. Dana & Matt’s engagement party, or as I interpreted it, an excuse to wear sequin things and drink shocking amounts of Prosecco. 
Sunday: 4 freezing (actually below freezing) miles capped off my last official* 9+1 race. I learned: (1)Those little water cups they hand out will freeze. Sucking on ice chips when your face is already numb is just stupid dumb.  (2) iPhone’s power down when it gets too cold. (3) As the frequency with which your teeth shatter and your knees knock together increases, your understanding that is is socially unacceptable to hug strangers for warmth decreases.
Then brunch with a few excellent people, an unexpected coffee catch up, a cookie, a wander through soho, good words at church, and home to get warm for the first time all day. 
Now it’s a two day week! And Thanksgiving! And an RLK bday weekend in DC!
Hope everyone else is just as pumped. 
*Technically this was my 8th but a friend used my bib for the Poland Spring 5 Miler. I’m signed up for the Jingle Bell Jog…just to keep me honest.

Down | Up: Sunday Evening 

I had one of those perfect weekends. And last night when the sun was almost set I paused for a second on my walk uptown and sighed and felt better than I have in a really long time. Just making a note because something like that is worth remembering.

Friday:
UES erranding (NYRR, Kate Spade, Laudree) and an embarrassingly early bedtime.

Saturday:
9 miles through Brooklyn. Miraculously, a pocket of no crowds at the Atlantic Terminal Mall & Fort Greene. (This! Never! Happens!) Burgers and home. Dana & Matt’s engagement party, or as I interpreted it, an excuse to wear sequin things and drink shocking amounts of Prosecco. 

Sunday:
4 freezing (actually below freezing) miles capped off my last official* 9+1 race. I learned: 
(1)Those little water cups they hand out will freeze. Sucking on ice chips when your face is already numb is just stupid dumb.  
(2) iPhone’s power down when it gets too cold. 
(3) As the frequency with which your teeth shatter and your knees knock together increases, your understanding that is is socially unacceptable to hug strangers for warmth decreases.

Then brunch with a few excellent people, an unexpected coffee catch up, a cookie, a wander through soho, good words at church, and home to get warm for the first time all day. 

Now it’s a two day week!
And Thanksgiving!
And an RLK bday weekend in DC!

Hope everyone else is just as pumped. 

*Technically this was my 8th but a friend used my bib for the Poland Spring 5 Miler. I’m signed up for the Jingle Bell Jog…just to keep me honest.

morg-ana:

infamousgod:


Park Avenue snow day. by Marcos Vasconcelos







My work ‘hood!

morg-ana:

infamousgod:

Park Avenue snow day. by 

My work ‘hood!

(via youngadultread)

annstreetstudio:

The hustle and bustle of a city alive…

annstreetstudio:

The hustle and bustle of a city alive

Re: Greenpoint

"If I wanted a two-foot-tall bottle of Polish vodka shaped like a statue of the late Pope John Paul II wearing his miter and carrying a shepherd’s staff, with a lamb at his feet, I wouldn’t even have to leave my fucking block."

Turn Around Bright Eyes | Rob Sheffield

NYC Marathon Alec Baldwin by Marc Beroza nabbed from Theodora’s blogini

Sobfest over this thing.

All the luck in the all the world goes out to every single runner.

Blog friends, 
IRL friends, 
my co-worker, 
the lady I sat next to in spin class this week,
& all of the rest of you.

Be proud of what’s in front of you and be prouder of what’s behind you (too many miles, pre-dawn runs, negative glasses of wine, toenails, and all that GU). You’re inspiring, a little nuts, and decidedly badass.

I’ll be cheering my heart out from 4th ave. in Park Slope. Can’t wait!

NOVL: Bookstore Bucket List: WORD

thenovl:

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Bookstore Bucket List is an ongoing series in which we’ll feature NYC bookshops we really, really love. Stay tuned for more. [Illustration by Delaney Gibbons.]

Who: WORD
What: “A neighborhood independent bookstore in glorious Greenpoint, Brooklyn.”
Where: Greenpoint, Brooklyn (take the…

A work project I wanted to share. List additions rolling in weekly. Illustrations (this one and forthcoming) from my waaay talented colleague Delaney Gibbons.

My 13.1 is dead and gone. Some miles were fast and a few were slow but they’re all done and run. And that weather was unbelievable and watching the sun rise across from the statue of liberty is just as idyllic as it sounds. I’m so happy that I decided to sign up. 
Major thanks to all my people for the texts and emails and calls and offers to ferry on over – you guys are the best. Claire, confession for you: I only made it to mile four before I started an internal chant of, “clear eyes, full hearts…” 
Just like that I’m 7/9 through with this year’s 9+1 program. (AH!)
Also, CONGRATS to the Hartford and Chi runners. You are amazing! Also, GOOD LUCK to the NYC runners. I’m volunteering at the Expo on Saturday 11/2 so maybe we’ll see one another. 

My 13.1 is dead and gone. Some miles were fast and a few were slow but they’re all done and run. And that weather was unbelievable and watching the sun rise across from the statue of liberty is just as idyllic as it sounds. I’m so happy that I decided to sign up. 

Major thanks to all my people for the texts and emails and calls and offers to ferry on over – you guys are the best. Claire, confession for you: I only made it to mile four before I started an internal chant of, “clear eyes, full hearts…”

Just like that I’m 7/9 through with this year’s 9+1 program. (AH!)

Also, CONGRATS to the Hartford and Chi runners. You are amazing! Also, GOOD LUCK to the NYC runners. I’m volunteering at the Expo on Saturday 11/2 so maybe we’ll see one another. 

FALL BUCKET LIST II

"If you say "pumpkin spice latte" in the mirror three times a white girl in yoga pants will appear and tell you why she loves fall."

- that insta that’s been going around all day

But fall is, like, the best. I get swoony over summer because all of a sudden it’s easy to feel 19 again (in a good way) but fall is ultimately where it’s at. Pumpkin, all those leaves, boots & blazers…let’s do this thing.

EAT/DRINK:

MAKE:

READ:

GO/SEE/DO: 

  1. Autism Speaks 4M (Sept. 7)
  2. Bronx 10M (Sept. 29)
  3. Staten Island Half Marathon (Oct. 13)
  4. Race to Deliver 4M (Nov. 24)
  5. Poland Spring Marathon Kickoff 5M (canceled due to nannying)
  1. Austin (Sept 20-22)
  2. Philly (Oct. 4-6)
  3. Seattle (Oct. 17-20)

X & Happy Listing!

Last Friday was my final Summer Friday (SOB) and after spending the morning crossing off appointments I decided to try The Chinatown Ice Cream Factory. I still had an eye doctor’s appointment in Union Square but afterward I could walk down Bowery, it would be perfect. Whoops. Wrong. Negative amounts of perfect. What I’d neglected to remember was that a sunny afternoon is no friend to a pair of dilated eyes. 
Do you have prescription sunglasses? The doctor wondered. Oh no, but I’ll be fine. Just in and out of the subway. I assured her.
Upon exiting the office I reacted like one of those ants in a Raid commercial, hands to the face, crouching down into a ball in the middle of 14th street, an audible shriek escaping my gritted teeth before I got a hold of myself. I had two options: 1) wear my glasses, exposing my poor retinas to the searing sun, or 2) wear my sunglasses sans-contacts, effectively rendering me legally blind. I chose to waft between the two on the endless trek to Canal.
How I managed to get my pathetic self to that ice cream shop is something I’ll never know. It’s entirely possible that I ran face-first into a fresh fish stand. It’s also probably not an exaggeration to say that I apologized 45 times in the span of three blocks. Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers and thank goodness for that  ice cream (I opted for almond cookie) which made it all worthwhile.
Moral of the story: I managed to navigate through Chinatown in all its smelly, crowded glory with one eye closed, the other squinted halfway shut, and both arms batting the air in front of me. I was not mugged and/or abducted, not even once. New York truly is a friendly place. 

Last Friday was my final Summer Friday (SOB) and after spending the morning crossing off appointments I decided to try The Chinatown Ice Cream Factory. I still had an eye doctor’s appointment in Union Square but afterward I could walk down Bowery, it would be perfect. Whoops. Wrong. Negative amounts of perfect. What I’d neglected to remember was that a sunny afternoon is no friend to a pair of dilated eyes. 

Do you have prescription sunglasses? The doctor wondered. 
Oh no, but I’ll be fine. Just in and out of the subway. I assured her.

Upon exiting the office I reacted like one of those ants in a Raid commercial, hands to the face, crouching down into a ball in the middle of 14th street, an audible shriek escaping my gritted teeth before I got a hold of myself. I had two options: 1) wear my glasses, exposing my poor retinas to the searing sun, or 2) wear my sunglasses sans-contacts, effectively rendering me legally blind. I chose to waft between the two on the endless trek to Canal.

How I managed to get my pathetic self to that ice cream shop is something I’ll never know. It’s entirely possible that I ran face-first into a fresh fish stand. It’s also probably not an exaggeration to say that I apologized 45 times in the span of three blocks. Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers and thank goodness for that  ice cream (I opted for almond cookie) which made it all worthwhile.

Moral of the story: I managed to navigate through Chinatown in all its smelly, crowded glory with one eye closed, the other squinted halfway shut, and both arms batting the air in front of me. I was not mugged and/or abducted, not even once. New York truly is a friendly place.