Saturday, December 20, 2008

Happy Corgi to You!

Thanks YouTube

*click to enlarge

You get me. You really get me.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Heaven is a Place on Earth

Now open year-round. In the winter there are no lines, so if you live close by just get it To Go.
I recommend the Shack Burger, fries and either a strawberry or a black & white milkshake.
It's funny that they've opened a second location on 77th & Columbus because I used to live on that block years ago. I guess if I still resided way up there I could be doing the same thing.

Take it home and watch this:

*Best Birthday present EVER.

*Best show in the history of television.

(Yes, I know)

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Corgi Time

Guess what? I'm kicking off a brand new feature of this site--Corgi Time! I will now provide you with Corgi Cuteness at least once a week. Who's psyched? Everyone loves a Corgi!

Corgi Time Today (note--it's short, but just keep replaying it over and over and over...):

And a bonus(!!!) because it's definitely worth your while:

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

What does your family do on Thanksgiving?

The Burke and Culhane-Shoenberg families gathered chez Marx and after much food, wine and pie (I count that separately from the 'food' category) my Mom, Dad, Liz, John, Susan Burke and I proceeded to get down with an old-fashioned folk/bluegrass jam session.

The backstory here is that my family--and Liz's too are the absolute epitome of A Mighty Wind. Seriously, there are certain details taken right out of our parents' youth as folk rock superstars that were put into that movie--things that cannot be pure coincidence.

The truth is that no matter how much I've made fun of their folk hippie pasts, my parents are so much cooler than I'll ever be. My Mom went to Berkeley and played with everyone. When Jerry Garcia went off and left their circle (when the Dead got big) everyone was just like, oh Jerry's just doing his thing, he'll be back to play real music with us again soon...and he did. Bob Dylan, R. Crumb, Mark O'Connor--these were just regular people who were part of the scene.

My Mom eventually met Liz's Dad in Seattle (a place where a lot of the hippies went when Berkeley/SF/NY (the Village) got ruined by the Flower Children. They started "The Old Hat Band" with my Mom's first husband, Jeff, toured everywhere and were unbelievably awesome.

My Dad was touring around/playing music elsewhere in his VW bus (also married to someone else at the time) in Southern California having finally escaped a tortured childhood in LA's Pacific Palisades, and spent a lot of time in Santa Barbara and in the mountains outside of San Diego (ha, that sounds so Anchorman).

My parents literally met at a folk music jam session--or maybe it was a band practice, I think one of them was subbing in for someone else. Anyway, my Mom complimented my Dad on his banjo-playing skills...and the rest is history.

I guess I take it for granted that everyone in my family plays like literally ten instruments in a variety of styles--including Classical and Jazz. I started Classical piano when I was three, then switched to violin at age four, started voice lessons at around ten. I'm very Classically trained and minded, but I've trying to learn to branch out with the violin and learn to fiddle (well) and experiement with other genres, too. Liz and I plan to start a cover band in ode to our 'rents, "The Young Hat Band." Look for us in Washington Square Park when the weather gets warm.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Old as &%@# part 2

Short and sweet. At least this entry is. The night was actually quite long and I mean that in a really good way. The thing is that I was kind of too busy having fun to take many pictures. Also, sometimes it's best to keep some stuff off the internet, just a little discretion. But anyway, a bunch of us went to Spring Street Natural (where we did the same thing last year), then to Scott's amazing apartment where a lot people came over, well I hope not too many since it wasn't exactly my house...thank you, Scott! I kept Brooke waiting at Lit for like a hundred years. Finally we made it over. It was bonus fun because Leo was DJing, he's a very generous person, thank you, Leo! Thank you to all my friends for two nights of awesome fun and just being the best people ever in general...I'm gonna cheez (burger) out and say you're the effing best and I love, love, love you all.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Old as &%@# part I

Obligatory birthday post. I've decided to start posting more photos on this site because I'm a little embarrassed about how much is already on facebook. Anyway, twas the night before bday and we waited until 10:30pm (starving!) to go eat super delicious Argentinian steaks. DELICIOUS.

Look at how I made it look like the TV's perched on his head. I'm such a good photographer.

Meat Coma approaching

Ryan came down from Cambridge to celebrate his birthday--and that of his twin sister too. Satitarius' 4Ever. He loves my coat.

Hanging out in Williamsburg...just like back in the day. See I'm fucking nolstalgic, I am old.

Hookah! Hooray for trips to Israel.

Fists were pumped

I was a complete lady.

Then off to a warehouse party on Kent St. Morgan was there, so it was pretty much guaranteed to be a great time.

Co-workers. Co-people.

You're seriously still taking pictures?

Second base! Second base! Please note the significance of the reference...that is if you were at Nancy's that night when Byron made out with some girl and the entire bar was chanting second base. Liz reminded me of it last night. So many people were there, one of the funniest things ever.

Artistic? Or just retarded photography?

Yeah it seemed like a really good idea at the time to document this exciting 'video art' projected on the wall. Spectacular.

Austin's here! Dance off!

I think everyone wore my coat at some point.

CU on Austin and his killer moves.

Scott, you've got the groove as well.

Here I am trying to direct Scott into joining me in making an awesome birthday photo...

Get it?!

I'd say we had a pretty good night.

Hey what's up? Up? Get it? Ew.

Cracker Jacks! Where did they come from?

Where are they going?

And who am I?

That's one secret I'll never tell.

You know you love me.


Gossip Girl! Ack, that was kind of psycho. What-ever! Talk to the hand.

Sittin' on the dock of the bay--err, or maybe on some rocks down by the East River.

You guys rule.