tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31346682008-08-27T14:29:57.737-07:00kidchamp dot netlaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comBlogger843125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-20210753782810356242008-08-27T12:46:00.000-07:002008-08-27T14:29:57.840-07:0008.27.08: the dirty dozen, part I {her smell is not possible}
01 via the people's popsicle, a crew that makes frozen treats out of greenmarket goodies at brooklyn flea every sunday, a recipe for peach, chamomile, and honey pops: now, where was this when i brought peaches home from the upper west side last month? verily, i'll be hunting for a bouquet of chamomile flowers down in union square this laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-34556862118674727932008-08-26T11:56:00.000-07:002008-08-26T12:36:06.452-07:0008.26.08: doctor omnibus
like millions of manhattanites and actors playing manhattanites in movies before me, i went to talk to a therapist yesterday. i am not unwell in any sweeping sense of the word: on the contrary, thanks to the combined effects of physical fitness, relationship zen, and not being in my early twenties, i'm happier and more centered than i've been in years. that said, i reallylaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-10261211155839467592008-08-20T11:24:00.000-07:002008-08-20T12:04:42.802-07:0008.20.08: three sizes that day
my husband's mother's brother's wife's son's wife, ann, a lovely woman i met four years ago at a memorial service in arizona, saw ferris pass out at 31 flavors last night called me out of the blue a few weeks ago: she and her husband and their little daughter would coming out to nyc from utah this week, and how would we feel about getting together? i thought it waslaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-53505696265017962902008-08-14T11:37:00.000-07:002008-08-14T11:44:23.313-07:0008.14.08: cotton*
when i was a kid, i knew exactly one woman who kept her maiden name and a few more who hyphenated their maiden and married names.** i myself was of the "doodling my first name with various imaginary boyfriends' last names in my trapper keeper" school of thought, and always assumed i'd Make That Change, as michael jackson would say. i then moved out of super-conservative orange laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-37671857763411944292008-08-12T15:36:00.001-07:002008-08-13T07:38:15.506-07:0008.12.08: the cheese stands alone
feats of kitchen magic i attempted this weekend, arranged by vivacity of reception (ascending):
ye olde vegetarian chili. i still love this recipe - hell, i nearly marched up and congratulated the woman who created it when i recognized her at a bar in brooklyn last month - but it's not as easy as it once was to eat it for three days in a row (i'd halve the laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-70554004210177009072008-08-08T08:42:00.000-07:002008-08-08T14:33:17.228-07:0008.08.08: culture blotter {hair @ shakespeare in the park}
to paraphrase julia roberts's ex-husband, i don't like hippies, and i don't like musicals, and i don't like much. that said, the delacorte is the perfect place to check out hair, ye olde american tribal love-rock musical: james rado and gerome ragni wrote it about the kids who hung out in central park's sheep meadow in the sixties, and a laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-12551641451418317872008-08-05T14:57:00.000-07:002008-08-05T17:13:56.657-07:0008.05.08: culture blotter {stephenie meyer's twilight series}
stephenie meyer is pretty inescapable these days: breaking dawn, the fourth and final book in her vampire series for tweens, spawned harry potter-esque* release parties at bookstores all over the country this weekend. the stars of the first twilight movie (in theaters this december) landed on the cover of entertainment weekly (and, as laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-33212802519313171042008-08-04T11:40:00.000-07:002008-08-04T12:31:41.453-07:0008.04.08: culture blotter {the dark knight}
imax tickets are still in short supply out here, so george and joe and i had our date with batman at the faux-old movie house up by lincoln center yesterday afternoon. it was a decent date, if a bit longer than i would have liked: i wasn't thinking clearly when i bought a tureen of diet coke on the way in, but i think my soda and director christopher laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-63338041792579979342008-08-01T09:36:00.000-07:002008-08-01T09:40:08.979-07:0008.01.08: on the sewage premises
my friday morning coffee-glugging and internet puttering began with a thorough investigation of L.A.'s top dogs (via my sis) - that is, an integrated database of dog names and breeds in los angeles county (also searchable by zip code). a magnificent subsection: lord of the rings names. it makes my heart smile to know that, somewhere in los angeles, there is a laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-64881331983700604272008-07-25T13:02:00.000-07:002008-07-26T07:43:47.166-07:0007.24.08: while visions of bolludagsvöndur danced in her head
a fellow ladymag editor is going to be out for the next couple of weeks; when i wished her a happy vacation, she said that she was going to paris (hooray!) but felt like it would be the last trip she and her husband took until they were forty, thanks to the worthless dollar (bah!). oh, i hear that: i told her about how joe and i were laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-60801486292097197622008-07-22T09:18:00.000-07:002008-07-22T09:19:06.175-07:0007.22.08
one of my coworkers grabbed a bunch of laundry supplies from the casa de ladymag free stuff table and realized she'd gotten a bunch of fabric softener and no detergent. since no one has room at home for three bottles of fabric softener, she offered some to me: "aw, no thanks," i said. "i don't do my own laundry." a chorus from the nearby cubes: ho ho ho, milady! doesn't do her own laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-22127743329088952282008-07-21T14:04:00.001-07:002008-07-21T14:23:14.750-07:0007.21.08
the dirty dozen, part four: fin
10 new york, she is like a fancy european cheese: her footiness is detectable at low temperatures (fall and winter), but it's when she sits around and has a chance to warm up that you really get a feeling for the funk she can perpetrate. i'm talking about the celebrated smells of summer, mostly, but we're learning that the funk can be palpable, too: poor laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-37105320606718716542008-07-17T12:13:00.000-07:002008-07-17T12:23:49.767-07:0007.17.08
the dirty dozen, part three: the latest issue of the ladymag is dead and you, dozen, you are next
07 my friend meg, a sort-of newcomer to san francisco, asked me about "adorable yet affordable" restaurants in russian hill (the neighborhood where joe and i lived for three years) yesterday afternoon. oddly, i had nothing for her:* we didn't do a lot of dining out close to home, and we alsolaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-67936542403711469722008-07-15T12:16:00.000-07:002008-07-15T15:53:07.739-07:0007.15.08
the dirty dozen, part two: fruit of the luge
04 the sexy peaches i brought home from the columbus avenue farmer's market this weekend seemed to want to be made into something other than a dessert (probably because i'm not especially handy with desserts), so i got very excited about the peach chutney recipe* i found yesterday afternoon. it is indeed a very good recipe (the kind that makeslaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-3809919006890739632008-07-10T09:34:00.000-07:002008-07-10T14:32:13.072-07:0007.10.08
the dirty dozen, part 1: back from CA for a week, still catching up on work (hooray!)
01 my new favorite thing about ikea (admittedly, not a hotly contested thing): free shuttles to the new red hook location (where people camped out for several days to score free sofas*) are filling up with non-shoppers. according to gothamist, The free coach style shuttle buses that deliver riders from laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-85780364412220186252008-06-28T17:23:00.000-07:002008-06-28T17:24:24.342-07:0006.28.08
laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-15195093367670973392008-06-20T07:50:00.000-07:002008-06-20T07:55:27.734-07:0006.19.08
i think we all knew that kidchamp was capable of degenerating into amateur floral arrangement by committee and/or multiple disembodied head photos in a week; don't act so surprised. our neighborhood wine shop has a bunch of shelves up front near the street where they display and sell vintage glassware, cocktail accessories, serving dishes, and so on; the pieces are usually inexpensive laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-77216200198257254052008-06-17T11:06:00.001-07:002008-06-17T11:19:53.090-07:0006.17.08
[upper west side, via cell phone]1: just find a bar to take cover in and i'll meet you there!2: no, YOU find a bar, i'm going to get our tickets!1: you're fucking crazy!2: I LOVE SHAKESPEARE!
one of the nicest things about having a website is my apparent ability to make things happen by bitching when they don't (see: getting love from mcsweeney's, winning money with a scratch-off laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-67762106606586509202008-06-15T17:58:00.000-07:002008-06-15T18:03:19.959-07:0006.15.08
laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-58658044791184483562008-06-13T10:37:00.000-07:002008-06-13T10:54:59.645-07:0006.13.08
one of my favorite things about living in san francisco was our near-constant access to great shows. it was occasionally tricky to get tickets to see, say, belle and sebastian at the warfield,* but seeing le tigre at the great american music hall or tanya donnelly at bimbo's was like rolling out of bed. with bimbo's shows, that was almost literal: we usually walked there and walked home.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-58588356831286498682008-06-09T11:02:00.000-07:002008-06-09T11:26:07.096-07:0006.09.08
joe was being a hero and installing our front-room air conditioner (just in time, sweet christ) as MSNBC was chronicling hillary clinton's epic tardiness on saturday, so i was alone in enjoying the paris-hilton-goes-to-jail coverage of a motionless SUV in her driveway. i kind of wish i'd been alone to watch the whole speech, since i lost it about two minutes in; i think i managed to say laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-6455205989405950572008-06-06T10:18:00.001-07:002008-06-06T21:36:50.787-07:0006.06.08
so the other big news in these parts (after, you know, the eating of breakfast) is the constant expiration of little creatures. ever heard the drowning pool song "bodies (let the bodies hit the floor)" (featured prominently in previews for stop-loss, that ryan phillippe iraq movie)? joe has a friend who was having sex when his CD changer switched from booty music over to that track; it'slaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-1977124861082165642008-06-05T09:51:00.000-07:002008-06-05T09:53:34.922-07:0006.05.08
i never bought the idea of breakfast as the most important meal of the day. i figured it was propaganda from The Breakfast Industry, like how dairy farmers tell me every year or two that that consuming too much soy will make my toes fall off. why would i waste valuable shoe-choosing time on food when i've always been able to just have a cup of coffee and go? the women in my family who laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-21383574457915530502008-05-27T11:12:00.001-07:002008-05-27T16:18:18.428-07:0005.27.08
thanks to slow workplaces before the long weekend, joe and i made it to the ziegfeld on friday for an early indiana jones and the kingdom of the crystal skull fix and were on our way home by a quarter after six. he asked me what i thought and i complained that i always have to go first: what did he think?
he thought it was EXECRABLE. that's a tough descriptor to sell in casual laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-85993926713255329632008-05-21T09:09:00.000-07:002008-05-27T20:53:47.100-07:0005.21.08
this weekend's craft prototype for the cold war kitchen, or eatin' on a jet plane:
i lost my shit when i saw last wednesday's design*sponge DIY project: thrifting! ceramic art inspired by sarah cihat! displaying of cupcakes! i've been fixated on retro cake stands for the last month or two, even though i've made a grand total of three successful desserts in my life (as baby jo noted laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.com