Sunday, December 16, 2007

It's the Most Wonderful Time...


Happy Holidays everyone!

It has certainly been a busy month so far. And far from over! We leave for Pittsburgh on Sunday morning, laden with gifts. Hopefully the weather will abide it! So...the past two weekends have been grand...

Last Weekend: Friends! Oldies and Goodies.
Yes, it was the weekend of old buddies last weekend, starting with Friday and the arrival of Jen and Karim from the days of UMBC. They got in around lunchtime and met me at my office, after which we dropped off their stuff upstairs and went to purchase some extremely expensive deli fare. $10 for scrambled eggs and french fries? (Apparently a normal NY combination) Heck no! However, they made up for it by bringing us a large bowl of cole slaw and pickles. Mmm. They spent the rest of the day wandering Midtown until I finished work. Then we met up again and took the subway to SoHo, where we met an abundance of wonderful people in an impromptu middle school reunion at a bar called Off the Wagon. Joe Lott and his girl Kate were there, and Adam came after work. And, would you believe it, Joe Monaco came, who I haven't spoken to in possibly 10 years!!! Back in the day I had a major crush on the guy (my first, actually), and I never really told him how I felt (I was...you know...like 15 at the time). He looked great! He is studying Neuroscience at Columbia, and still playing piano (which he played amazingly even at 15!). Marie showed up right after and half of the old gang was together again. Adam caught up with Karim and Jen, and the gang and I reminisced about old times over many, many drinks. We all hugged and laughed and expressed our love for each other, it was a fine evening indeed.

We started out Saturday right with a visit to our favorite breakfast haunt, Eisenberg's. Jen and Karim and I ALL got the same thing, two eggs, over easy, with lox, cream cheese and a sesame bagel, toasted. Oh, and orange juice. I ordered a small, which turned out to be the size of a Dixie cup, so Karim shared. It was delicioussssssssss. Then we went to the Union Square holiday market, where Karim bought a winter hat with a yarn mohawk on top. It must be seen to be believed. Pictures coming soon. Then we all just walked all over Manhattan, literally from 9th street to 58th street. It was CRAZY! When we reached 5th and 55th, something insane happened in front of Saks. We were walking and all of a sudden we were caught in a crowd packed so tightly together than you couldn't move forward, backward, nothing. You just had to scooch forward very, very slowly, almost carried along by the people around you.

Adam and Karim thought this was funny. Jen and I did not. Adam started shouting, "Help! I got in this line when I was eight!" It was a bit terrifying. Some lady departed from the group she was with (somehow) and the little girl with her mother said, "Where is she going?" The mother replied, "Oh, she's leaving," to which I yelled, "You can leave???"

We finally got out of it, and with me grumbling, finally reached the Apple store, our destination. Just to look at it really. So, we looked at it, and left. We jumped on the nearest train and went down to SoHo for some great Italian food. Somewhere during this trip, Jen mentioned something about a "scoopula" which, in actuality, isn't what I thought it was. However, Karim and I jumped on the concept and started making jokes about "Count Scoopula" and intoning, "I vant to scoop your blood" and such things. We thought that this was so riotously funny that I kept talking about it literally all night. Karim offered, "I vant to filter your meaty sauces," after which Jen corrected us, "No! That's not a scoopula, that's a SLOTTED SPOON." So I decide to write a children's story about Count Scoopula, who has an identity crisis when he realizes he isn't a slotted spoon. Hilarity ensues.

Jen and Karim left Sunday afternoon, and Adam and I met Joe and Kate later in the Village for some sushi. Wonderful, as always. A great weekend!

This Weekend: Holiday Party Madness
So, um, Newscorp throws quite a party. The GW crew and their significant others headed over to the Hilton across the street around 6 and got into an incredibly long line to enter. Hoo, boy! What a crazy party that was. The theme was a "Save the Planet" type thing, and each room had a theme. Also, there were people dressed in biohazard suits and army uniforms making sure we were all "carbon neutral" or something, which was a little weird. When we walked in a guy was passing out these beakers of orange liquid and expecting some kind of cocktail I asked, "What is it?"

"Juice." That was it. Ok, I thought. Whatever.

The main ballroom was "Central Park," complete with an ice skating rink and projections of the Manhattan skyline on the walls. There was an ice room (fittingly freezing), a firey room (strangely, also freezing in there) where there was karaoke and dancing, a gaming room that looked like an arcade (with old school games like X-Men and TMNT!) and some others that are slipping my mind. The place was PACKED. Adam, Vicki and I walked around all night, sipping drinks and taking in the sights. We eventually met up with Sarah and Bill and walked around with them, too. I was quite overawed at first, but after about 3-4 hours the crowd started getting to me so we headed home. All in all a fun party!

Saturday we finished up our holiday shopping and then waited for our ride to the K6 party at the principal's house in Long Island. After some difficulty with traffic and directions, we got there and spent the evening hanging out with Adam's teacher buddies. The food that was prepared was pretty incredible, and I filled up happily. Adam filled up on Scotch, for the first time, at the principal's request. He was a happy camper, let me tell you. We got home, exhausted, around midnight.

Sunday was wonderfully laid back, in contrast to the rest of the weekend. We cleaned and I practiced cello and made a stellar breakfast. (I have really mastered the art of the fried egg.) In the evening we needed to go get something from Target, and decided to see I Am Legend while we were out. After Target we stopped in a cute little place in Brooklyn for some calamari and drinks while we waited for the movie. They had great music there, and the cute waitress gave us free Bellini's! We were so happy. Then, the movie.

Adam was not pleased at the scariness of this film, and if I hadn't been so excited about seeing Will Smith, I would have been too. There were a lot of ".......OHMYGODHOLYCRAP!!!!!!!!!" moments throughout, and it was totally eerie seeing our city completely empty like that. Good movie...but with A LOT of plot holes. A lot. But hey, Will Smith does pull-ups. Shirtless. So, come on.

So we walked to the subway in the FREEZING cold after that, and we were both sort of terrified about the whole thing. We went to bed when we got home, and neither of us really slept. The wind howled all night, and caused a lot of unsettling moans and squeaking noises to erupt from the surrounding environs, and the cats decided it would be a good night to scratch ominously at the door and groan like ghasts. Yeah...not very restful. Stupid monsters.

Anyway, that's pretty much up to date now. Another busy week ahead!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

A Birthday, A Food Coma and A Good Day

Haven't these past six months just flown by? I can't believe I've been in New York for half a year now, almost. Well, it's been a busy month, and next month is setting itself up to be hectic as well. So let me recap on the past few weeks...

Adam's Birthday
So Adam turned 26 on November 16, and I had quite a lovely weekend planned for his enjoyment. Luckily, we had both overcome our bouts of the plague (aka the common cold) enough by then to enjoy the festivities. On Friday night, his actual birthday, I hung up a birthday card and six little haiku (3 lines, 5-7-5 syllables) I wrote for him from the blades of the ceiling fan. It looked a little scary when he opened his eyes and saw them, so I was glad I did it that night and not for when he woke up in the morning. They were these sweet little poems, one for every year since we met. Here is my favorite:

Twenty-three
The October rain
stops so the sun can listen

as we say “I do.”

Adam was 23 when we were married, so there you are. He was touched and it was very nice. The next morning I got up bright and early to make him his favorite breakfast, French toast and sausage. Despite the fact that I got Italian sausage instead of breakfast sausage, it turned out quite good and Adam ate an incredible amount given his size. After that we headed out to Macy's, where thousands upon thousands of sale-hungry, wide-eyed and pushy shoppers invaded to reap the benefits of the largest department store in the world. Adam hemmed and hawed over several watches before settling on a DKNY chronograph watch, silver with a black face. He spent the rest of the day exemporaneously informing me of the time, and claiming that the watch was giving him superhuman powers, including the ability to lift me with one hand (the one wearing the watch, of course). After some more shopping (H&M) and exploring (the New York Library), we headed home to rest and ready ourselves for dinner in Little Italy with Vicki and Charles.

We met at Da Nico (our favorite) around 8, and had a simply succulent dinner with our lovely friends. Vicki is a civil engineer and works on bridges and subways in New York City. She is also a avid traveler. Charles works in GPS systems, and knows a lot, about everything, it seems, so he is a great conversationalist. We had wine and bread and butter, and talked and talked. Adam had a special with artichokes and other lovely things, Vicki had gnocci, I had Linguini with clams in white sauce, and Charles had the most expensive and most gargantuan meal available (we goaded him into it), which was called something like Linguini a la Everything. In came in this trough-like bowl and included most inhabitants of the sea; i.e. lobster, crab, mussels, shrimp, scallops, starfish, narwhal, walrus, sea cucumber, upside-down catfish, eel, stingray...wow. He had to wear a bib. You can see a photo of a triumphant Charles on our photosite. It was a wonderful evening, and Adam loved every minute!

Thanksgiving
Last Wednesday, I raced home from work and finished packing our bags for our trip to Maryland. Adam arrived, breathless, soon after, and we made a beeline for the bus on 33rd St. Luckily, we got there just in time to get our favorite seats right behind the bus driver. We arrived in Maryland by 10PM, which was good timing, and hung out for a bit with my folks before heading to bed. The next day was filled with wonderful relaxation and the smells of chicken and other things cooking wafting up from the kitchen. We had dinner with Nikki and family, and it was delicious as always, especially the sweet potatoes. The next day we did a little shopping, and then had dinner at the best restaurant in the universe, Ikaros, and had heavenly Greek food with the family. Sophie, consumed with some inner turmoil that she would not voice to anyone, climbed onto my lap and slumped contendedly until I offered to put lipstick on her. That perked her up. Before I left I think I was wearing two flavors of lip balm (orange and gardenia) and two layers of lipstick. Sophie was quite fine by then.

We were then ceremoniously picked up by Ben and Dave (college buddies) in Dave's new sports car (that, rumor has it, is equipped with a Turbo button) and taken to Jack's house in Bel Air. There we played various video games (Guitar Hero 3, Halo, Mario Party 8) and watched as Ben and Jack rocked out on the drums and electric guitar. It was totally cute. A funny moment was when we were all playing Halo online and I was wearing the headset. I was shamelessly yelling, "Hellooooo hellooooooooo" into the mic and finally some guy from lord-knows-where calls out "Holy fizz, it's a girl!" Delighted, I said, "Hello! Where do you live?" to which he naturally replied, "Man, that's creepy."

After that we went to pick up Natalie (Ben's girlfriend) from the mall where she was working at GNC. We picked up some food and went off to Ben's house, where I patted their miniature Scottish pony (they have four horses) before going inside. We had a fun evening and slept over, and after a hearty breakfast at Bob Evan's my parents picked us up to go back home. The rest of the weekend included more delightful foodstuffs and family. We made it back in one piece, which is always good after Thanksgiving weekend.

A Good Day
So I'm now writing this on Friday, which is post-Good Day, but really this week has been good all around. The Good Day that I am specifically referring to, however, was Tuesday. The awesomeness began in the morning, when me and some other GW folks went to the Donnell Library to attend the annual Anne Carroll Moore Lecture on Children's Literature. While there we met up with Ian, one of my favorite GW illustrators. We talked for a few minutes before trooping into the lecture hall to see the speaker, Mr. Ashley Bryan. He is an author and illustrator who focuses a lot on African-American poets and African folktales and spirituals. I don't know what I was expecting, but Mr. Bryan simply blew me away. He stood up there on the stage for an hour reading poetry to us, making us chant along with him, his voice so powerful and shamelessly loud and melodious that he made the microphone irrelevant. He was so bouyant with life, he was so happy simply to be there, at that moment, reading poetry to us. I found myself smiling and giggling at him like a 5 year-old, drinking in his joy like warm, sweet cocoa on a cold, blustery day. I walked up to him afterward and shook his hand, which was large and full and warm. I said, "Thank you, it was wonderful. You made my day." He smiled, genuinely, and said, "Good. Good. I'm so glad."

Then we got back and since it was the 27th, I decided I would call Kevin and wish him a happy birthday. Virginia had sent an email to everyone saying we should, and I thought, well, why not me? I met him, it would be nice. So I called, left a message on his machine with good wishes, and felt pleased with myself. Imagine my surprise when my phone rang a couple hours later and when I pick it up I hear, "Hi Michelle, it's Kevin! Thanks for calling, that was so sweet of you. It made my day." Made his day? Well, once again, another miraculous person had just made mine. What a great day!

Then we had our weekly meeting, which I always look forward to. It's such a fun chemistry when everyone gets in a room together. So yes, a very, very, very good day.

And now it's Friday and I'm enjoying that feeling of impending fun and relaxation. Tomorrow we go to look at my cello...and perhaps....yes, buy it! *gasp!* I am praying that it will feel right and I will want that very one, because I don't know how many they will actually have. Oh gosh. We also may be seeing Adam's old friend Jayaram and his sister and girlfriend, who are coming to the city to visit. So good stuff all around. I'm also kicking a really fun novel idea around in my head...so, yes, things are good here.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

The Dozing Drunkard.

No, that isn't me. It's the theme for part of the first movement of Vivaldi's "Autumn" from The Four Seasons. Although, being that this is me talking, I can see how you'd get confused.

I felt all sophisticated this morning on the subway as I stood with my iPod listening to Vivaldi and following along in the score Adam gave me. The Four Seasons is brilliant. If you look at the score, you'll understand why.

Anyway, why am I reading symphonies, you ask? Well, I am gearing up for the arrival of a new cello! Yes, I am going to take up the cello. I've wanted to for a long time, and I finally decided to go for it. Adam is going to teach me to start, and then I'll try to find a teacher nearby. The place that Adam bought his school instruments from is going to give us a great deal on a nice instrument next month. I can't wait!

Last night was the Art Preview Party, and it was fantastic. We had an incredible turnout, fantastic food (we're still eating it today, and probably will tomorrow, too) and it was so great to meet Kevin Henkes, Ian Schoenherr and Carin Berger, authors and illustrators all. Their original art pieces, as well as dozens of others from our upcoming lists were on display and they were just incredible to look at. There was art from every medium you can imagine, acrylic paintings, watercolor and inks, cut-paper, mixed media...it was amazing. Kevin was so sweet and signed a poster for the nieces and a book for my reading buddy (I'll get to that...) and Carin really encouraged me when I told her about my family memoir that I keep wanting to work on. It was so nice to mix and mingle with all the Greenwillowites in a more social setting, too, even though we were working. I felt myself looking around and different points during the night and thinking, "Wow...this is what my life is now." And I couldn't be more grateful.

The sickly Adam is finally feeling better after succumbing to a cold, and tonight we will venture out to an Australian restaurant in Brooklyn to wine and dine with my designer friend at GW and her beau. They are lovely.

So, back to the reading buddy thing, I am now volunteering (thanks to another GW'er) with a program called Everybody Wins!, where employees at certain companies go to elementary schools in the city at lunchtime and read with a student. This fosters a great relationship with the kids (you always have the same student) and a love for reading! My student is a sweet 4th grade girl who reminds me of Tali, my niece, except older. She and I got along from the first, and I told her I would get her Kevin Henkes' autograph when I see him. Boy, is she going to be thrilled!

So, yes. Things are well. Looking at my calendar is a bit scary with everything getting crazy for the holidays, but it should be fun. Jenflur and Karim of UMBC fame are going to be visiting for the weekend in early December, so that will be fantastic, I'm sure.

I swear, I will be posting photos of Halloween, Art Preview Party, and some other stuff ASAP!

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Blowin' in the Wind.

Whew, it's been a while, hasn't it? What can I say, it's been a busy month. I'm sitting here, trying to remember what we've done and it's a blur. Well, here's some highlights in a nutshell:

Maryland and Amie & Brian's Wedding
We took a trip down to Maryland to see the family and attend Amie and Brian's lovely wedding. Nikki and family came over to the house and we all had our usual feast and then went to Brookside Gardens to walk around in the lovely weather. You can see photos of that on our photosite! Then that night Margit (my lovely friend from Hollins) came in her pickup truck to take us to the wedding. It was a beautiful affair and Amie looked so happy. I got to see some great people from Hollins, including Melissa and Amanda the director of our program! We drank and danced and had a lovely evening.

Halloween
While in Maryland, Adam and I got to buy our costumes for the infamous Halloween party, thrown by Jackie, Adam's buddy at K6. (She's the science teacher.) I went as Alice in Wonderland, and Adam was Albert Einstein. We were very convincing! Our main concerns: Adam's luxuriant mustache getting into his cocktails, and my butt showing from under my teeny-tiny dress. Thank goodness, neither was a problem. We went to Jackie's first to help her carry stuff to the bar she rented out, and met her friends the sexy racecar driver, the gladiator guy from 300, and Edward Scissorhands. Jackie was a cheerleader. We were quite the group! It was kinda odd since we didn't know anyone at the party except for the school people, but luckily Jackie made 750 jello shots (NO JOKE) to loosen everyone up. Let me tell you, jello is not a good texture to experience after you've had a little too much to drink. But we were smart and didn't drink too much and left before things got too crazy. We had a great time! I'll put some photos of that up on the website too.

Other than that, things have been pretty normal. Adam and I have been busy working and trying to stay conscious. Adam has finally gotten his instruments in and his band started, and he is feeling upbeat about his program, very exciting! And I'm enjoying my job immensely, I even got to have a lovely conversation with Kevin Henkes (very famous, very great author) on the phone last week, and am excited to meet him at our upcoming Art Preview Party on Wednesday! I hope to take a few pictures of that, too.

This weekend has been a hodge-podge of things, and last night we decided to make a trip to Astoria to grab some great Greek food for dinner. Unfortunately, what actually happened was that we visited the worst restaurant ever (It was in Zagats! I don't get it!). I won't name names, so we'll just call it The Restaurant of Eternal Wrongness. Here's what happened, in chronological order:

  1. We walk into the restaurant. It is virtually empty, but we chalk that up to it being early. SHAME ON US.
  2. We're seated in the corner, where a blast of heat like Satan's breath begins melting my eyeballs. We complain about the heat and move to the next table.
  3. The heat is abruptly turned off and replaced almost immediately by cold air. We put our coats back on.
  4. We are offered a plate of highly seasoned yet disappointingly stale bread.
  5. We order appetizers only to be told they have no artichokes that night. We order the salad instead. Authentic Greek waitress smiles but has no idea what we are saying.
  6. We receive semi-delicious spanikopitas and an ill proportioned Greek salad. Chunks of feta: 2. Olives: 2. Tomatoes: 6. Cucumbers: 4,663. Dressing: Hahahaha...
  7. We wait about 45 minutes. Or 3 1/2 days. Either one.
  8. Our food arrives. Adam's lamb and potatoes are lukewarm. My moussaka is DOA. I send it back to get heated.
  9. The annoying Greek music CD starts skipping, and then shuts off altogether, leaving us in an uncomfortable silence with our mildly warm food.
  10. The waitress brings us a dessert on the house, as to make up for the disastrous...everything. Sadly, it is weird, and tastes kind of like fermented raisins.
  11. I get up to leave, and my uncomfortable chair falls over because my purse and jacket was hanging on it, and it is very light, being only constructed of half-made promises and broken dreams.
So, that was it. Boy, we can really pick them. Today we got to see part of the New York Marathon, which was totally awesome! Adam and I are going to try to train this year so we can do it next year. It is amazing, you run through all 5 boroughs!

I must cook now, so I'll catch y'all later! Stay warm!

Monday, October 8, 2007

Beyond the Sea.

Needless to say, I am feeling much better now. Adam and I had a really nice long weekend, and I think I am ready to go back to the world again. Friday night we both conked out early and slept forever, and then Saturday morning we went to the Grand Army Plaza Farmer's Market and bought some great stuff. We got lettuce and tomatoes, a nice loaf of fresh bread, a small apple pie, some fantastic grapes from a vineyard, and some peppers, eggplants and zucchini's so I could make my stuffed vegetables for the week. We also got a bit of smoked bluefish from the fishmongers, which was super-cheap (like, 5 bucks for two nice hunks) and ate that with a sourdough roll and grapes for lunch out on the grass. Really, really lovely.

We rested at home until it was time to get ready, and then we took the subway to 23rd St. on the west side and walked out to the Chelsea piers. The Bateaux New York is a beautiful ship. Long, thin and enclosed in glass, it is the most romantic boat you could think of. We boarded around 6:45 and got our seat next to Bill and Fran, a middle-aged couple celebrating their 7th anniversary. We ordered a nice bottle of champagne, and then...our meal. Let me tell you how incredible this food was....auuuggghhhh it was so good. Here's what we had:

ADAM:
  • Appetizer: Maryland crab cakes with black bean salsa
  • Entree: Braised lamb shank with polenta and fava beans
  • Dessert: New York cheesecake with mixed fruit
MICHELLE:
  • Appetizer: Eggplant chevre parfait
  • Entree: Filet Mignon topped with crumbled blue cheese with smashed red potatoes and mixed vegetables
  • Dessert: Also the New York cheesecake
Best part of the meal? The eggplant parfait. This little thing was the most delectable 3 ounces of food I have ever eaten. They take these eggplant slices and marinate them in some kind of tomato base, cooking them into a little cup shape with a layer of creamy goat cheese on top. So you get that little thing on a plate, with sprouts on top and drizzled with balsamic reduction sauce and olive oil. I MAY DIE. It was so good.

So it was really romantic. The weather was beautiful, and the city was all lit up around us. There was a jazz band with singer, and we danced (they played our wedding song, and we didn't even ask!) and stood out on the open deck with our faces in the wind. Really, we couldn't have asked for a better night.

We told the waiter that it was our 2nd anniversary, so he said they would acknowledge us to the ship. So later, the singer goes, "Let's congratulate Adam and Michael on their 2nd anniversary!" And Adam and I look at each other...I say "Hey, we're gay!" and laugh. The singer corrected herself later when someone probably dashed up there to say "MICHELLE! MICHELLE!" Bill, our tablemate, called me Michael for the rest of the night.

So, filled with rich food and a bottle of champagne, we dragged ourselves homeward and fell into bed. Check out our photo page for new pics!!!

Sunday was filled with chores and other sundries...and we visited a music store where I got to play a cello for the first time! It was so incredible. I'm so excited, because Adam's going to get me one for Hanukkah! He has a hook-up from school and we are going to buy one from them later in the year. I've started to work on a music theory book in preparation. I can't wait! Then I made some shwarma chicken stew and called it a night.

This morning, after going to the bathroom 14 times during the night I realized that my severe back pain of late might be related and ... took my home test and ... sure enough, I've got another UTI. Sigh. So, all that champagne probably wasn't the best thing for me, but it was WORTH IT. Now, it's all cranberry juice for me.

That's about it. Tomorrow it's back to the grind!

Friday, October 5, 2007

Faster Than the Speed of Life.

Following a thoroughly exhausting week, it has been another exhausting week. Last weekend was really great, considering I got to a) See my best friend Peck, b) Eat food in a big urban garden while watching Ghostbusters on a projection screen with Adam and my best friend Peck and c) Stay up until 4am drinking with a bunch of teachers in Long Beach. I mean, that's a pretty good weekend.

But regardless...the week has been mentally, physically and emotionally exhausting. I don't know what it is, but I think everything that we've done since June-- moving to New York, getting new jobs, getting used to a break-neck paced new life-- it's finally catching up with us. Adam and I don't generally shout at each other, I mean, hardly ever. But this past week we've shouted at each other, oh, at least two or three times. It sort of feels like we're pulled taut, like violin strings, and then something cuts through and, SNAP! you could sever an artery with that thing. And the funny thing is, we both know it's happening, we both realize that we're not really angry at each other, we're just so tense. So the shouting doesn't last long. And honestly, I think this weekend will put an end to it all. It's our two year anniversary! But more on that later.

For some reason I've been feeling particularly morose this week, probably because of several things all mashed together in a blackened Morbid Pie. First of all, I found out on Monday that Barbara from UMBC has died of cancer at the end of last week. My Mom was keeping it from me, and I don't really blame her. She knows how I am. But at any rate, it was a severe blow. I knew it was going to happen, but these things tend to affect me more deeply than I can help. I have no emotional defenses for death. I never have.

And then, during the weekend, Peck was telling me about a girl her ex-boyfriend was visiting in the hospital; a young girl like me who had just found out she had leukemia. She only has about a 40% chance of survival. Just like that. Peck was barely herself (perky, wacky, etc.) and told me, in her honest, baldfaced way that I adore, "I can't stop thinking about death."

But we forgot about it for a while and had a fun weekend, but you know, it's still there. Oddly enough, the books I've been reading (by no intention of my own) have concerned things of that nature, too. One was about a young girl whose Mom got breast cancer (happily she survives, but is obviously changed forever), and I've been reading a biography of Lewis Carroll, who is infamous for his worship of youth and his desperate fear of growing old.

Today, on the way to the train to work, I passed the little fenced in garden where the many packs of wild cats live. One of the cats, a little black one, was lying near the fence. Someone had put a pink rose in its arms. I knew it wasn't breathing. It was one of the saddest things I've ever seen. I spent the entire train ride trying not to cry and wondered why I never grew out of this.

So, I don't know what the hell is going on. I don't know why the world is so full of all these senseless tragedies. It is probably the one thing that has most troubled me, all my life. It is times like these that I wish my faith could tell me, without a doubt, that this too, shall pass, and all things happen for a reason, and all good things go to a better place. My faith tells me these things, but my heart doesn't always believe it. I don't know why I'm writing all of this.

Anyway, it's not all doom and gloom over here, really. This weekend, Adam and I will be celebrating our anniversary on a 3-hour dinner cruise around Manhattan, and it will be incredibly romantic. And we will relax and think about life and look at the sky and feel the wind on our faces. Sometimes the wind on your face and a warm hand holding yours tightly is all you need to believe in goodness.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Crash and Burn. But, In A Good Way

Hello, all. According to my most esteemed mother, you all have been clamoring for a new installment. Well, be it true or not, here it is. I am currently prone in bed with my laptop after a harrowing day with an early gym workout, vastly varying temperatures, a little too much employee birthday wine, a little too small a lunch, and, of course, Aunt Flo. That really tops it off. After barely dragging myself home, Adam promptly fed me linguine and put me in bed. What a good man, that one.

Ok, here we go. WARNING: This is going to be a long one.

So, let us take a step back in time, to...oh, two weekends ago. Adam and I traveled via the Jewish Bus (no, really) back to Maryland for Rosh Hashanah weekend. Upon our arrival, we were picked up by the Ilkovitch family in their fabulous new motorcarraige. Three rows of seating, a DVD player, enchanted rims made from ancient Mayan silver, and a trained monkey in the back! Crazy. But no, it was really nice. Adam and I don't ride in cars anymore, so it was sort of a treat. We hung out with the fam for the afternoon and it was thoroughly enjoyable. I've never been so fought over by children in my life. It was nice. Then we met the folks for delicious kabobs, and went back to their place to sleep. The next day I went with Mom to see some of my UMBC pals (sadly no Julie or Kazumi...sniff sniff) and was so tickled at how happy they were to see me. I miss you all! On a somber note, it was terrible to look into Barbara's darkened office and see her elephants and bright pictures still in there, and know I'd never see her again. It's one of those things about life I just can't abide; lovely, beautiful people stolen for no reason. I am, at least, grateful to have known her.

After that, the usual Jabes feast occurred, after which we all languished in food coma and smiled to ourselves. I drew pictures of peacocks and unicorns with the girls, and we finally said goodbye. I always leave those nights wishing I could have more time with Nikki. But we've been calling a lot, and it's fun listening to her taunt me about having babies so they can wear her pristine and forever-in-fashion hand-me-downs. I love hand-me-downs. It comes with the territory.

The next day Mom and Dad took us to Rehoboth Beach. We booked a suite in at The Breakers, and walked around our old stomping grounds all day, looking in shops and petting people's dogs. I did my usual routine: buy gummi [fill in the blank]s at the Candy Kitchen, inhale them indiscriminately and in an open-mouthed, immature fashion, remove shoes and stomp through the wet sand, taunting waves and then running away, laugh at how the sandpiper birds run away too, eat Grotto Pizza, eat Boardwalk Fries with half a bottle of vinegar...you get the point. It was awesome.

We got back with an hour to spare before having to go meet the bus to return to New York. We were dead on our feet by the time we got home, but it was a good trip so it could have been much worse. There will be some new pics on our website, so you should check 'em out.

The week went by without incident, and this Saturday was Yom Kippur. Now, Adam always fasts with me, of his own volition. This is very, very sweet of him. However, the result of us both being without food is often violent and involves foul language. Heck, what am I supposed to do? I don't function well with low blood sugar. Also, our apartment was a sty and we had no food in the house, so we had to clean, do laundry, as well as Manhattan shopping on empty stomachs. This was not very smart. So, around 3 p.m. we caved and had a slice of pizza, each. It was heaven. Then I had the energy to both purchase and cook dinner (whole roast chicken with rosemary and lemon, as well as farm fresh carrots and finger potatoes, thank you very much), which was delicious. Mazel tov!

Sunday we ate at Eisenberg's and jogged in Prospect Park, which was lovely as usual. That night we got a call from our lovely new friend Charles, who lives in Hell's Kitchen. We met up in Chelsea where he greeted us: "Welcome to the Gayberhood!" (i.e. there are a lot of homosexuals in Chelsea. It's very clean!) He introduced us to Pinkberry, a tasty, fashionable and overpriced fro-yo shop where skinny people can eat no-guilt ice cream with fresh fruit and cap'n crunch on top to their heart's delight. It was funny. Charles is a wonderful young man.

Anyway, this week has been good, but seriously tiring. With Aunt Flo visiting, I feel like there is a small dwarf beating on my head with a cudgel, and some type of disgruntled goat head-butting my abdomen. Really, it feels just like that. However, today was full of surprises. I was coming back from running an errand and went to the ladies' room, where I heard a couple women (one a young editor I know, and an unknown one), talking about hand washing length to a very young, very adorable little girl, probably about 4. I didn't pay much attention to all this, but looked at the little girl, who smiled and left. I heard a lot of commotion coming from one of the ladies' offices right down the hall from me (I'm talking 10 feet) and saw that they were having some kind of meeting. I just glanced in, but that was all. They were there for a while, and around the time I noticed the voices fading, I get an e-mail from my boss: "Don't think we're going to have the meeting today...got a lot of work on my plate, and frankly, I'm a little distracted by the fact that [a certain A-list celebrity, a la Suddenly Susan] is here with her daughter."

Uhm, what?

So, yes. I was in the bathroom with this celebrity's daughter, and possibly the celebrity herself. I called Nikki to mourn the fact that I missed all of this, and she replied, "Oh, she'll probably come back. If you see her, tell her I loved Blue Lagoon."

Oh, life sure is interesting. I hope this was satisfying for you all. Also, if anyone is interested in Josh's fantastic recipe for Fennel Soup that I just tried, let me know. Fennel is in season!

Friday, September 14, 2007

Two little things


Every once in a while, I feel the urge to post a little update in this blog. Recently, there's been plenty for me to write about, but there's only two things that keep resurfacing in my mind. These are 1) Michelle's happiness and 2) my job.

Both are very important to us, but since the former is slightly more significant, I'll start with it. Michelle is finally happy. It's not that she's been depressed or anything. The happiness she feels now though, just seems to be such a distinct shift in her emotional state. I haven't seen her this happy since college. And I include our wedding. Not because she didn't enjoy our wedding. Far from it. Heck, she was in a delirious state of ecstasy. No, the difference is why. She was happy on October 6th mainly because it was October 6th. It was her wedding day. The day was all about her and she loved it. And she should have. But back then, our future still was uncertain and she certainly wasn't fulfilled by her job, so she still carried alot of stress around with her. Even through the honeymoon her happiness wasn't like it is now. It was different somehow. There's a calm about her now. I'll look over at her and she'll smile as if saying "Hi. I'm good now. Nothing to worry about." As opposed to before when her smile was a grin and the message read closer to "I'm managing." So is it because of the job? Sure, of course. But I think it's more than that. It's our lives now. There's goals in mind now and we're finally in a place that can help us recognize them. I feel Ellicott City was suffocating us very, very slowly. New York gave us fresh air (figuratively and literally) and a fresh start. Yes, we still miss all of you deeply (Ben, Nat, Jamie, Chris, our families, Jen... well, maybe not Jen) but I think Meech needed the change. We both did. So those are my thoughts on Meech's happiness. Keep in mind, I haven't run any of this by Meech, so she may disagree with all of it. But I feel fairly confident she'd agree. At least mostly.


The other I've been meaning to post about is my job. Mainly because it is SO different than anything I'm used to. Allow me to explain: First, there's the culture. It's a poor neighborhood, almost entirely African-American and the rest mostly Hispanic. (Although there is this one white kid in our school who looks quite out of place). The building we work in is HUGE and actually houses TWO High Schools along with our Middle School. It is not the safest neighborhood, but it's far from a ghetto. Keeping all this in mind, I spent my first two years teaching in Howard County.

Next there's the students themselves. A few years older than I've ever taught. Most have never seen anywhere outside of their neighborhood and almost all of them are not used to strict discipline eight hours every day. Some of the cadets (what we refer to the students as) are as big or bigger than I am. They come from poor educational backgrounds and many with little parental support. (Again, keep in mind... Howard County).

And then there's what the Commandant (Principal) is asking of me. I teach every student General Music and Band. That means all 150 cadets are learning Theory, Music History and by the end of the year each one will know how to play some instrument, whether they want to or not. I also teach Math to one of the 6th grade classes every day (Well, not Fridays, but I get them twice as much on Tuesdays so it evens out). Math is 90 minutes every day, so Tuesdays gets to be 3 hours of Math. This of course, from a Music teacher who has literally no Math educational background whatsoever. Also, every Wednesday afternoon for the last period, each Professor (teacher) takes about 15-20 students for Advisory period. This is when we teach them a different lesson about life every week, the cadets pretend they care, we pretend we don't know the cadets are pretending to care, and each Professor gets to waste 45 minutes doing what our Guidance Counselor was hired to do, when we could all be using that time to prepare for the enormous amount of work WE were hired to do.

Not that I'm bitter.

Now, that's the bad news. The good news is this: I love my job. I'm also discovering I'm quite good at it. Considering my last school had enough money for just about anything, more than one copying machine, internet access in every room, huge community support and students that would never THINK of giving teachers serious attitude, I'm doing just fine. It really surprised me, but only recently when a fellow Professor pointed it out, did I realize I can discipline these students as well as any of the other teachers that carry a more experience with these type of attitudes. And remember, this is ME we're talking about. Last year my biggest concern was giving a nine-year old a disapproving look for not practicing as much as she should have. Last week I made an entire Squadron (class) of 7th graders practice walking into my classroom three times before letting them sit down and I wasn't happy until each one said "Yes, Professor Corpora." Where was this disciplinarian hiding?

I should also point out that the parental support is stronger than I thought. The rumors are that now that the returning 7th graders have gone through this school for a year and the parents are finally seeing what he have to offer (and that the Professors actually know what we're doing), the parents are finally taking a step forward, too. Apparently last year they were not quite as "present", but we're seeing a huge turnaround now. Also, every phone call I've had to make to parents (and there's been quite a few), I've always spoken to caring, concerned parents who really do make sure their son or daughter "gets the message." So thank goodness for them!

It's funny, when I came here, I was downright terrified of facing these students. I figured if there was one reason I'd quit, it was because of them. But now they don't frighten me at all. I'm completely comfortable about getting in their face and letting them have it. What stresses me out is the enormous amount of work I've been given to do, which was what I actually had been looking forward to before I came. I'll admit it's been exciting thinking of how I'm going to teach every cadet an instrument. It's a challenge. But I like challenges. It's something that, to my knowledge, has never been done before. At least none of the schools I know in Maryland has ever tried this. Band, not as an extra-curricular program, but as a required piece to graduate. And not just Music Theory. Actually learning an instrument. And get this. Right now, we have 23 instruments and 155 cadets. Awesome, isn't it? And Commandant Dalton wants a concert in December. HAHAHA. Time to get to work!

Speaking of getting to work, I should do that myself. I need to come up with what I'm teaching next week. See, cause unlike the other subjects, the Music program doesn't have a curriculum already outlined for them. Heck, it doesn't even have a textbook yet. So, off to the drawing board.

Hope I didn't bore you. Leave a message. We love reading them and hearing from our friends and family. Take care,

Adam

Sunday, September 9, 2007

*Bliss*

Time for an update, no? Well, Adam and I have had a lovely relaxing weekend. Friday night we stayed up and drank screwdrivers and watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. That was awesome. I ate too many pretzels, which was both awesome and not good at the same time. Saturday we got up and went to Eisenburg's Sandwich Shop next to the Flatiron building, where we first went with Joe and Lorraine. It may become a tradition. Adam had eggs and sausage and I had a toasted sesame bagel with cream cheese and lox. And coffee. Can it get any better? Then we got Adam some new clothes at H&M and went to Union Square to pick up some cat food and new biodegradable litter. Then we went to Target and I got an awesome new sundress. It's a size extra-small, which boggled my mind. I assume a size large would fit a moderately-sized elephant. Today started with egga (a family omelet made with lots of onion and parmesean cheese) and a jog through Prospect Park. It was beautiful. Then home and cleaning. And bean burritos. Yum.

On all other fronts, things are going really well. Adam is doing extremely well in school and is shaping up those kids right straight. He loves all his fellow teachers, and enjoyed two pints of Guinness with the vice-principal and the science teacher at a bar on Friday, while discussing math. Oh, those New York teachers. He also came up with an awesome Music Chant, which the kids all sing before class every day. It goes like this:

Music moves us from our head to our toes,
It's the only language that the whole world knows!

Mozart, Beethoven, Handel and Bach,
Classical composers that will always rock!
Flutes, clarinets and saxophones,
Trumpets and the slide trombones.

By learning these we'll lend a hand,
To form the unbeatable K---- SIX BAND!
You know that you can't make us stop,
'Cause the drummers in the back won't let the beat drop!

Music moves us from our head to our toes,
It's the only language that the whole world knows!

The kids LOVE this apparently, especially when Adam, like some Beastie Boy, raps it himself. It's a sight to see.

As for me, GW is proving to be as amazing as I had hoped. I love every day I spend there. This week I got to meet award-winning illustrator Paul O. Zelinsky, who was in the office working on a new book he's doing with poet laureate Jack Prelutsky. Part of my job is to check in new artwork that comes in, and I got to do so with his new watercolors for Awful Ogre Running Wild. They are really incredible. So, when I met him I said, awkwardly, "I saw your new pieces for Awful Ogre, they are really awesome."

He said, "You should say they are 'awful.'"

And that was our meeting. Funny. On Friday, Jenna Bush was in a meeting down the hall from me with another Harper group who's doing a book with her. Crazy! Other than that, it's all just fabulous. The group is small (11 people) and everyone is so funny and nice. In November, we're having our Art Preview party and I get to meet Kevin Henkes! He's one of the most famous authors GW has, and I do all his fan mail! Maybe I'll get an autograph.

This weekend we travel back to Maryland to celebrate Rosh Hashana with my folks and go to Rehoboth for a mini-vacation. Yay!

Monday, September 3, 2007

Guestravaganza!

Well, I'm REALLY busy right now, but I figure I ought to post SOMEthing about the last couple weeks before more stuff happens I just get horribly behind. I'll be quick about these...

Lorraine and Joe
Last weekend brought Lorraine and Joe to our happy home. They've been planning it all summer and now they finally got to see the place. It was a very enjoyable weekend, but unfortunately quite short. Because of the long drive, they didn't get here until late Friday night, then had to leave early Sunday. But still, we made time for fun. I can't seem to remember most of the stuff we did, but I do know we went to Rockefeller Center to check out a French library for Lorraine and stopped by the Seaport so Lorraine and Joe could buy tickets for Curtains (which they both enjoyed, but Lorraine more than Joe. I think.)

Anyway, it was a great weekend. And they were both so awesome guests cause they brought dinner for us that night (and it was GREAT!). I can't remember anything else, but if I do, I'll add it later.

Back to School
My job officially started this past week, but no classes yet. It was a full week of orientation for the cadets (students). This involved much running around, alot of manual labor, plenty of last minute plans and just a dash of hysteria. They new cadets were terrified, which is good, but the old cadets are already starting to test the staff. I'm freaking out a good bit because on top of my Music classes, I also have to teach 90 minutes of Math every day. And apparently Pete, the commandant (principal) wants me to teach every student a band instrument. So right now I'm teaching myself Pascal's triangle and looking up how to order 42 clarinet mouthpieces. Awesome.

I've already told the more interesting KAPPA VI stories to my friends and families, so I don't feel like repeating them again here. Maybe I'll add them later when I get a free second.

Mom and Dad
This past weekend was the final of 4 weekend visits in a row and I couldn't have asked for a more relaxing and enjoyable weekend. (In case you're wondering, it was Ben and Nat, Mania and Rick, Joe and Lorraine, then Mom and Dad). Fortunately, they had the long weekend, so we got in alot of activities all through Saturday and Sunday. Oddly enough, despite the fact that all our plans involved relaxing, every time we got home, we all felt exhausted.

Saturday was our wine-tasting voyage, where we headed out to Long Island and stopped at three or four vineyards. Oh, and we also traveled great distances for a magical restaurant called Legends. The food was great, but the service made me think the waiters had to travel the same distance to reach our table. The vineyards were amazing and Meech and my folks got some great pictures. It took most of the day and it was probably 5 or 6 when we got back. Even though all we did was sit, sip wine and talk, we collapsed when we got home and enjoyed a large Not Ray's Pizza pizza.

Sunday was equally as beautiful, but far less restful. We headed south to the Botanical Gardens. It was wonderful weather and the gardens were beautiful, but it was pretty warm and we got tired of walking. Of course, we couldn't leave until stopping by Prospect Park for ALL of our first look at it. Meech and I LOVED it there and we're already planning trips for our friends and us to hang out down there. That night we celebrated the perfect weekend by visiting our favorite Italian place in Little Italy, Da Nico's. The food, service and atmosphere were excellent. Even if they weren't, pulling Mom's invisible laughing cord would have made up for EVERYTHING.

I joked alot about how glad I was that this was the last weekend for guests. Of course, it's true I'll be looking forward to a quiet weekend at home next week, I'm still so happy for all our visits. It's been great seeing friends and family, especially after such a big move. In all seriousness, if we could do it all again, we would.

Just not next weekend.

That's it for me. I'm going to get back to lesson plans and such. Check out our pictures up there on the right. Meech has added a bunch of new ones for you.
Take care and talk to you later.
Toodles,

Adam

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Anything is possible.

Okay. I need to preface this entire post with one thing:

I GOT THE JOB AT HARPERCOLLINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh. My. God. I am going buck nutty right now. I just got the call about an hour ago, and have been in a blissful stupor ever since. After all these years, I am going to be working in children's books. I can't believe it!!!! I'm starting Monday. My new boss was so eager to have me, he asked the HR lady, "Can she start on Friday?" EEEEEE! So, the reason for my lack of posts is that I've been spending the week trying not to vomit while waiting for that very call. Now that I am free of puke-inducing anxiety, I can write again. Maybe. Oh, wow.

So I will have to go back to two weekends ago, when our buds Ben and Nat came over. Then, I can tell you all about this past weekend with my folks.

Ben and Nat's Visit
So Saturday afternoon Adam and I trekked to Chinatown to pick the hep cats up from the bus depot. Once we found them, we went back home to drop off their stuff and chill. Since everyone was pretty bushed, Adam went out to pick up some pizza from Not Ray's Pizza on Lafayette in Brooklyn. We spent the evening eating pizza, drinking and playing Cranium. Ben and Adam were amorous with each other, as per usual, and decided they would create a comic strip called "The Indicative Pickle" about all of us and a very odd diner in Montgomery County. It was truly hilarious. The next day, we went back to Chinatown to eat some pho (Vietnamese noodle soup) and then went around Manhattan for a bit before retiring back to the house. Then followed another night of drinking and playing Mario Party. It was just like old times! Sadly, that night at 3AM Nat was up with a splitting headache which made her sort of barf, which was bad. But post-barf, she was better and we all went back to sleep. The next day we had some more Chinese food in the heart of Chinatown (Ben is a big Asia-fan, you see...) before seeing them off to the bus again. All in all, a lovely weekend with friends.

I need not speak much of the week to follow, most of it was spent, for me at least, in a state of constant gastronomica nervousa. Yuck. I had my wonderful second interview at Greenwillow on Wednesday, where I had the privilege of meeting the third part of my new team, and the publisher of Greenwillow, who is a truly lovely person. They all are. *sighs dreamily*

Mom and Dad Jabes' Visit
On Friday night, Adam and I went to Penn station to pick them up, and luckily the rain had stopped and it was a lovely evening. We took the subway home, and ended the night with some hummus and glasses of moscato d'asti, a fabulous sparkling white Italian wine that we bought at Moore Brothers, the coolest wine place in Manhattan. It tasted like a cacophony of tropical fruits. Delicious! Mom and Dad both loved it. We also listened to the soundtrack for O Brother, Where Art Thou? which I bought for my Dad's extremely belated Father's Day Present. Such a great movie, and great music too. The genre, according to my Mom, is "Hillbilly" in case you're trying to find it in Best Buy.

On Saturday we did TONS of stuff, breakfast at Carnegie Deli (most famous in NYC, Mom and I shared the most astronomically good bagel and lox ever), then looking at Times Square and Rockefeller Center, then falafel and gazing at the veg at the Union Square Farmer's Market. I bought some basil peppermint iced tea that everyone hated. Sad.

It was a gorgeous day though, perfect temperature, sunny, the works. We headed home after that to "geez" as my family calls it, and watch Alien (although I gracefully bowed out and my parents went to nap, so...really Adam watched it). Later that night, we went to Little Italy to have dinner at Da Nico, which was absolutely delicious. We had a nice salad and calimari to start, and then pasta (my Dad had pizza, also amazing) for the main dishes. My quatrro fromaggi ziti was to die for. Afterwards, they brought us puffy doughy stuff with powdered sugar for dessert, on the house. Then we all went home and zoned out in a carb-induced daze. Ahh.

Sunday was detox day, so I served nice wheat toast, cheese, olives and fruit for breakfast. Then, we walked around Washington Square for a bit to listen to some live jazz, and then around Greenwich Village to look at things and pick up some lunch before the bus. My Mom ate the best salad she has ever had in her life (or so she says). So that was good. Pretty soon it was time to head back to the bus, and we said our sad goodbyes and they were on their way. They had a great time, so my hostess duties were fulfilled. Huzzah. Mom can't wait to come back. Soon, Ma!

Anyway, that's pretty much it. Now, I'm sitting here in some kind of crazy daze with my hair just cut and looking like some punk 15-year old boy with an attitude. It fits my personality perfectly. Adam is on his way home, and we are going out to dinner to celebrate. Greek food? I say, yes!

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Who could ask for more?

Last time, on 3 Spencer Place. Michelle anxiously awaits a call from HarperCollins about a job, while Adam whiles away the hours at home. Will she get the call? Will Adam go stir crazy before his job starts? Will Forrest discover Ariana's affair with Lodge? And who is the mysterious new poolboy? Find out...on this episode of 3 Spencer Place.

I left off last Sunday, which was the day Adam and I decided to go to Brighton Beach. It's really just a hop, skip and a jump from here, about 30 minutes on the Q all the way to the bottom edge of Brooklyn. On the way we saw some really cute houses that sort of reminded me of Pittsburgh, which we decided we should look into one day. Once we got there, we followed the steady stream of flip-flopping beachgoers to the shore. The most interesting thing about Brighton Beach is the astounding number of Russians who live in that area. It's to the point where most of the signs are in Russian. So we found a little spot on the surprisingly soft, white sand, spread out our towels, and lay there goggling about how just half an hour ago we were in the middle of the city. Strange. We tip-toed, oh-ing and ah-ing, into the cold water and floated around for a bit. A large woman barked at me in Russian, gesturing to my head. I think she thought I should dunk myself, so to be less cold. Nice of her.

After some sunbathing, we walked along the boardwalk to find something to eat. We settled on a very Russian cafe, where we ate some meat dumplings and chicken shish kabob (it came with cold peas and red cabbage). Then some more sunbathing, then home and a much-needed nap.

On Wednesday night after work, I met Adam at Washington Square Park so we could go to a place called The Bar Next Door at La Lanterna. It was this little, out of the way spot that you could easily miss on the street, except for the sounds of jazz emitting from it every night. It's a small, candlelit little bar, with only enough chairs for about 15 people. We arrived early to have dinner and drinks, and the jazz trio (drums, string bass and acoustic guitar) started around 8:15. We listened to Charlie Parker and Thelonious Monk as the light at the window faded, sipping on the remnants of my martini. The lead guitarist's face was quite incredible, it looked as if every note gave him unexplainable pleasure.

Thursday night, our friend Vicki invited us to join her at a friend's barbecue in Williamsburg, which is north of us in Brooklyn. Adam and I met at the Bedford stop near there and walked together to his apartment. The building looked like a warehouse right on the edge of the river, which we found out was quite accurate: long ago, it was a doll factory. The guy who lived there told us at one point that he's occasionally found little doll eyes pressed into the concrete. I found this creepy.

The place was pretty out of the way and shady looking, but since the neighborhood is so artsy and hip, it turns out that a bunch of young, hip people live there. We climbed the concrete stairs to his apartment and were welcomed in by his girlfriend, Marisa and Vicki. The apartment was an enormous, yawning place with exposed rafters and pipes streaming every which way. You could tell it was not meant for living, but living had been forced upon it, closets and bathrooms constructed, curtains hung, shelves built. A huge abstract painting of a cat and birds, done in greens, blues and yellows, covered one wall. Dante, for that was the host's name, was playing oldies on the CD player. As he was barbecuing, we discovered that he is our neighborhood police officer. How weird is that?

We sat and talked as more people arrived, Vicki's old roommate Natty; AJ and Tiffany, two sketch comedy artists; Nikki and her boyfriend, who worked with Natty in Cameroon for the Peace Corps. They were all lovely. Some of us sat at the kitchen table and picked mint leaves for the mojitos and talked. If you've never had a mojito, they are delicious. Rum, sugar water, lime juice and fresh mint. After we all had our mojitos, we climbed the last flight of stairs and stepped out onto the roof, a blast of cool air reaching us from the East River. The glittering skyline of Manhattan looked back at us, breathtaking in the darkness of 10pm. We stood, drinking and chewing mint, talking about being poor and noble, laughing at AJ and Tiffany's jokes, all while the sounds of the Beastie Boys playing live nearby floated by, mingled with cheers. We drank and laughed, tossing our heads in the wind, and watched the city as if it was ours alone to love and to conquer.

We didn't get home until 1am (damned late night subway silliness), and so Friday I was exhausted. It was my last day at Penguin, and even though it was a half day it was busy. The editors and designers treated us with donuts and coffee, thanking us for all our hard work. The clay figures and colorful scribbles from our Crayola brainstorming meeting on Thursday littered the tables and reminded me why children's publishing was so completely awesome. Around noon, I said my goodbyes and took down numbers and e-mail addresses, and then went to turn in my keycards. Walking out of the building, I checked my cell and noticed two voicemails. One was my Mom, which was expected since my parents were coming to visit this weekend, but what was the other? It was HarperCollins. "Call me," she said. Before I could get to shelter, for it was pouring down rain and turning my umbrella inside out, Adam called.

"Your parents aren't coming!"
"What?"
"Your Dad had a kidney stone!"
"WHAT?"

And so on. I didn't tell him about the call from HarperCollins. Too much was going on all of a sudden. I got to a cafe, sat down and calmly called the number to HarperCollins.


"Hi, Rebecca? This is Michelle. I just got your message."
"Oh, hi Michelle! Yes, well, Tim would like to see you back here for a second interview. How's Wednesday or Thursday?"
"Oh....oh. Yes, Wednesday is great."
"OK. 2pm OK?"
"Yes. Yes."
"OK. You'll be meeting with Virginia, she's the president, Tim and some others."
"Great, yes. Yes."

I hung up, took two breaths, and called my Mom. She was upset, and I consoled her. Next week, next week isn't far away. Dad's OK? Yes. That's good. Don't worry. Oh, and I have good news...

So, my Dad's OK and they're coming next weekend. And lo and behold, Ben and Nat, who were supposed to come then, are coming this weekend instead! How lovely!

It's been quite a week. But aren't they all?

Saturday, August 4, 2007

It's Getting Hot in Here...

...But alas, I shall not take off all my clothes, as Nelly might have me do. So, it's been quite a week. We forgot to mention that a couple weekends ago (after the Harry Potter extravaganza) we went to the Cloisters in WAY Upper Manhattan (near the Bronx). The Cloisters is an awesome part of the Met that includes a huge Medieval collection. The place is actually built to look exactly like a Medieval Cloister, so it really gives you the feel of being nowhere near New York City, and nowhere near the 21st century. Pretty awesome. Also, we got to see the real Unicorn Tapestries. (For those of you who have seen The Last Unicorn, they are the ones featured at the beginning of the movie. Classic.) It was a lot of fun, and beautiful, and afterwards we met up with Vicki to have some very doughy lunch nearby. To see some photos, visit our photosite.

Ok, now that we're up to speed...this week was a bit crazy with the interview and all (which, I might add, went amazingly). I have been trying not to think about it too much, because it is so perfect for me that it hurts a little to think there's a chance I won't get it. Anyway, hopefully they will call me sometime this coming week for the second round of interviews. Fingers crossed, people!

Adam and I got to visit the South Street Seaport last Sunday morning (I know, I'm hopping around a bit), which was actually designed by the same guy who did Baltimore's Inner Harbor. It's very weird seeing it, because it's so similar I almost felt like I was back in Maryland. Lucky for us, it started pouring down rain almost as soon as we got there, which was awesome because we had walked 6 or 7 blocks away from the subway station. We ended up running the whole way back, getting ridiculously, utterly, and completely soaked through, and leaking our way into the subway station. It was fun. It always seems to happen to us here.

Last night, we had the great privilege of seeing our friend Matt Katz and his girlfriend Beth, who were in town for the weekend. We met at the Risottoria, a nice little place in SoHo famous for it's gluten-free menu (Beth can't have gluten in her diet). So we all dined on gluten-free pizza, risotto and beer (really! it's made with sorghum, it's delicious). The conversation was great, as always, and makes me realize with some amazement that Katz and I have been close friends for 11 years. He is such an intense, funny, smart and crazy Jew. I love him to death. After that we took them home to our place for some wine, and were flattered by how much they loved it. It really is a lovely building, sometimes I forget how lucky we are to have it.

This morning I went to yoga at Bally's, and when I got home we proudly put up our John Lennon poster (he's wearing a t-shirt that says 'New York City.' Coolness!) in the place of honor above our entertainment center. We had to order two custom frames for the posters that will be flanking him, because they are an odd size. They are movie posters, and they are awesome because they represent Adam and my favorite movies of all time.

Back to the Future and Raiders of the Lost Ark. Holla! Lord, it's going to look awesome.

NOTE: I apologize for my excessive use of 'awesome.' It won't happen again.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Toby, Zofie and Spam

WEDNESDAY
Meech and I finally got to head down to Staten Island to see Toby and Bret! And Wednesday night was particularly fantastic because Mona was there visiting. It was wonderful to see Logan again (who has grown so much!) and catch up with Mona. Bret went out for pizza that Toby swore would be unbelievably good... and it was. Mmm... I could actually go for pizza right now. Anyway, it was great fun and I miss seeing them again already.

SATURDAY
On a whim, we decided to go see a Broadway musical. So I headed to TKTS in the morning while Meech looked over a bunch of books at Barnes and Noble. WHY was she looking at books? She has an interview coming up, that's why! She's interviewing for an editorial assistant position at Harper Collins, which would be just PERFECT for her. It's even at one of the children's divisions, Greenwillow! The interview is tomorrow at lunch, so we'll be sure to keep you posted. Anyway, I got half-price tickets for Spamalot and we went that night. It was FANTASTIC. It was so funny. I was worried I wouldn't really like it because I can only handle watching Monty Python for so long. But Spamalot was just simply hilarious. They transfered the Monty Python humor to theatre so amazingly well. I highly recommend it. :)

SUNDAY
A great way to end our weekend, we met up with Zofie and John Sunday morning for brunch. It was so great to see them and we all had a fun time catching up. It was particularly wonderful seeing as how they were the first people from Maryland to come and visit us! Hope they got back ok, cause it was pouring about an hour later.


YOUR TURN
So after talking to Toby and Zofie, I began wondering how many people are actually reading these posts. So, if you're reading this right now, LEAVE US A MESSAGE! Just below, there's a link for "Comments". And you just HAVE to see "Meech & Adam's Photos" on the right. There's the cutest owl ever! Just say "hi." Come on.

We miss you.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Harry Potter and the Midnight Release Party

What better way to end the best week ever than with a Harry Potter midnight release party? After all, now that Adam has read all the books like I have, we could truly enjoy the height of nerdity together. Around 7ish on Friday, we headed to Manhattan to Union Square to see what types of craziness were happening there. Four floors of enormous crowds, people dressed in wizards robes and all sorts of hilarious T-shirts (our favorites were: WWHD? (What Would Harry Do?), Voldemort Votes Republican, and Don't Make Me Go All Avada Kedavra on Your Ass) and a wide variety of HP-related events. There were live owls, wand-making tables, magicians, fortune tellers, potions (really some kind of soft drink mixed with Pop Rocks) and character impersonators. What was really the most incredible thing was that most of the crowds were teens and up, much fewer actual children than you would expect!

After we had done with all that madness, we headed over to the Barnes and Noble in Chelsea where we had reserved our copy. With MUCH smaller crowds, this was a wise choice. We hung out there for a few hours until midnight, getting our faces (well, Adam's arm) painted, taking pictures and enjoying our fellow nerds' company. A very flamboyant guy on the speaker kept making funny announcements, "Listen people, LISTEN. Numbers 100 to 150, please walk slowly, calmly and serenely to the front of the store. PEOPLE. LISTEN. We have plenty of books for ALL OF YOU...."

Finally, we walked out around 12:15 with our book, feeling like we had somehow gotten our hands on the holy grail. We've been swapping it back and forth since, which is kind of cute and vomit-inducing all at the same time.

So that's about it, hopefully we will be seeing the beautiful Cloisters tomorrow. Meanwhile, check out all our few photos!

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

The Best Week Ever

This has been, I'm quite sure, the best week ever*. Mind you, I've just recently polished off half a bottle of lovely white wine, so we'll see how well my spelling holds up.
*OK, this is of course excluding some obvious ones like, my wedding day, my honeymoon, my sister's wedding, a few really great family vacations, graduation...really, I'm just trying to be factually accurate. But you get the point.

Oh, my. So it really began yesterday, my day at Bloomsbury. I was there, doing my thing, and I suddenly thought to myself, 'You know what? Your writing is just as good as some of these books on the shelf. Show them, gosh darnit.'

So I did. I printed out my picture book manuscript, waltzed right over to one of the Editorial Directors and said, "I know this is an odd request, but would you mind reading this? Yes, it's mine."

And she did. And half an hour later when I walked over to ask her a question, she said, "It's a really cute story! My kids would love it! Now why don't you look at this..." and proceeded to give me some tips on how to improve it, and said to bring it back to her when I did that. I asked her what she thought about needing an agent. She said for my first picture book, it wasn't really necessary. "You'll probably just take the deal," she said, "Normally it's for like $4-6,000. So, if Bloomsbury ends up publishing it, great, if not, I know plenty of people I can introduce you to."

It was about this time that I really started getting excited. She liked it! She wanted to see it again! Oh. My. God. $4-6,000?????? Yes! So, I am working on that baby as we speak.

And then today....oh, today. First I met with this lovely woman at Viking, who made me feel just wonderful, and then some encouraging words from my editor at DK, and then a fun wine and beer photo shoot during the day. And then, like serendipity, a call from a mysterious unknown number...

Now, you should know, an editor at Bloomsbury has been sending out my resume to everyone she knows, so when I picked up the phone, one of the first things the woman on the line said was: "I got your resume from (wonderful lady at Bloomsbury)." And I started to hyperventilate. Turns out, this woman is a prestigious literary agent who has been in the business for almost 20 years, and is now starting an agency of her own. And she wants to meet me at a diner on Tuesday to talk about the business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, this is an incredible thing. I'm so excited. I really have no idea what will happen, but it sounds just great. Getting in on a business right as its starting, and with such a well-respected person in the business, well, it's just such a fabulous career move. I really, really hope it works out. Anyway, I'm just insanely happy right now. Adam took me out for a fabulous Italian dinner in SoHo (enter 1/2 bottle of white wine) and I feel just lovely.

Oh, Oh!!! AND the lady at Viking gave me an advance copy of the new Jasper Fforde novel (I LOVE him) which isn't coming out until next week and I get to have it autographed on Monday when I MEET HIM IN PERSON at his book signing!!! Aiieeee! I will take pictures.

Anyway, I wanted to share the good news and also send out hugs and good wishes to Nancy and Barbara at UMBC who are going through some tough times and need everyone's love and support. Hang in there, ladies. We love you!!!

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Where's the Love?

Today was not a good day. It wasn't awful, by any means, but it wasn't fun either. Most accurately, it was a disappointing day. Several things didn't happen today that we had previously counted on happening.

I, for one, had intended on quickly stopping by Human Resources to hand in my forms in hopes of finally completing my certification process here in New York. The "quickly" part didn't happen. And I have yet to find out if I'm actually certified or not. I won't go into the entire story, but around 11:30 this morning, one could find me yelling at a young woman about the Board of Ed's crappy system and how I shouldn't be expected to cover their ass as well as my own. It was disappointing.

We also learned today that our friends, who had previously assured us that they would be visiting this weekend, would indeed not be able to visit. We're not upset (really, we're not), but considering this is the second weekend in a row they bailed... well, it was disappointing.

Also, last week Michelle took the initiative and asked our upstairs neighbor if she'd like to join us for dinner sometime. We had originally planned Tuesday night, but I couldn't make it, nor could her roommate, so we bumped it up to tonight. I called around 4 to ask if she had a restaurant preference and discovered she was on a car trip to New Jersey with a friend and had completely forgotten about dinner. No big deal. She knows where we live. We're not upset... it was just disappointing.

Today also included my parents leaving for their trip to Belgium with my best friend's parents. They're going to have a great time and although this doesn't fall into the "disappointing" category... I'm sure jealous! And in case he's reading this, it was great seeing you again Jonathan! He's leaving tomorrow morning (which is quite disappointing) and it was great of him to make time to see Meech and me (and our apartment). Much love and enjoy your future travels!

Well, at least we didn't waste the evening. Meech and I treated ourselves to a FANTASTIC dinner in Little Italy where I had amazing fettuccine alfredo and Meech had the best lasagna she's ever had.

You should also know that tomorrow I'm beginning in earnest my new diet to gain weight. I have a meal plan and I'm going to try to stick to it. I thought a good motivator for me would be to keep a food journal. And an even better motivator would be to post that journal online! So, Take "The A Train" for the link. It wont be exciting and who knows how long it will last, but hey, it's mostly for me anyways.

Well, we're off to bed. Here's hoping tomorrow will be more enjoyable!
Toodles,

Adam

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

If You Believe

I must reiterate Adam's profound apology regarding my lack of attentions paid to this blog. I am quite appalled at my behavior.

Anyway, he filled you in on a good bit of it, excepting the weekend we spent back home in Maryland visiting my family. It was lovely seeing everyone together and savoring their company. Great breakfasts, Ikaros, Sheila's pool, horsing around with nieces...all the parts of home that make it wonderful. And of course an evening of drinks and karaoke with Ben and Nat, to top it all off. I must say, my rendition of Styx's "Come Sail Away" was quite classically performed. *wink*

Ahh...what else...here are some other assorted highlights:
  • After an initial trip to the Manhattan Bally's, we sought out sushi. The place wasn't open for dinner yet, so we wandered into a wine place called Moore Brothers, which turned out to be quite a lucky thing. This place has the feel of a winery, not a store, and they do tastings as well as carry wines from small estates in France, Germany and Italy that aren't carried by larger market stores. We tasted and bought some fabulous wines (our favorite was the Muscadet, you should try one) and felt very pleased with ourselves. We've fancied ourselves as (wannabe) wine connoisseurs for a while now and were pleased to be buying such elegant wines as if we knew what we were talking about.
  • I am currently job-hunting every day, and although there are no bites yet, and the days until my internship is over are slowly slipping away, I can't say that I'm particularly worried. Maybe it's New York rubbing off on me, maybe it's the fact that I'm reading Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead for the first time...but I just think that no matter what, things will be OK. As long as I stay confident (which is, somehow, both effortless and impossible for me), good things will come my way. Everything that has passed thus far has proved this theory, so if only with logic, no less faith, I should believe. Sometimes this is hard for me and I have yet to figure out why. I think if the good Lord came down and all but pounded me on the head with goodness I would still worry for tomorrow. Silly me.
  • I am, and I am serious about this, writing a book. Now, I haven't written anything yet, per se, but I do have an almost-finished outline...and it is based on the same setting of a book I started last Fall which I'm redoing the plot for...but DAMMIT I AM WRITING A BOOK. Just slowly. After reading the piles of steaming horse manure (I'm sorry, but it's true) that come in as slush (or even from AGENTS!) to these publishers, I am convinced I can write something good enough for the public. Inside, I am positively glowing with this notion, because for the first time, I can logically say to myself, "You are better than most, you have an original story, and if you do it right, people will love it." No wispy dreams, no flights of fancy, I honestly believe this to be true. And I am most definitely my harshest critic. I swear, when I have time (hah), I am going to get this thing started.
Well, that's all I can think of right now. My mind is all a-flutter and jazzed with all the heat. It is absurdly hot here. Every day I thank my lucky stars for our little old air-conditioners. Otherwise I believe I would spend my days in a hallucinogenic state of perspiration.

I love you all! Nighty-night.

Monday, July 9, 2007

Adam's New Loves

Wow. It's not even funny how long it's taken us to update this blog. Well, since I don't like reading incredibly long entries, I'm going to assume you all are the same way. That being said, I'm going to recap only the last few days here in NYC. I'll leave the rest of the details, including the events of the last, last weekend to my wife Michelle who not only dresses better than I do, but writes far more entertainingly, as well.

Is entertainingly a word?

Anyway, July 4th had been fast approaching and everyone was asking what we were going to do to celebrate, especially since we are now in the Big Apple. Well, we didn't "celebrate" the way you might think we would. The weather was overcast all day and there were rumors of rain at night. We still had planned on heading to the Promenade in Brooklyn to watch the fireworks though. So in the afternoon we headed out to Manhattan and began talking about how much we wanted iPods. We had money saved for it, but I guess we figured we should still wait for some reason. Of course, having the afternoon free and not being able to come up with said reason, we immediately headed to the Apple Store.

In case you've never been, the Apple Store in Manhattan is pretty cool. It's a giant glass cube with a silver apple icon hanging in the middle. Of course the actual store is a large, convention-sized room underground, but you have to walk into this cube to get there. We oogled at the iPhone, but ultimately decided it was WAY too much money for us to spend. We did however, fall in love with two little video iPods at the tables nearby. So twenty minutes later, we rushed out of the store with a black one for me and a white one for Meech, tore open the boxes and gaped in awe of the coolness that we held in our hands.

I'm in love with my iPod.

Afterward, we thought we'd check out FAO Schwarz which is right next door. Didn't stay too long though. I was quite low on energy and we really wanted to goof around with our newest toys. So we stopped to eat a FANTASTIC panini nearby to refuel me, hopped on the subway and headed for home. We spent the rest of the night uploading songs and watching Harry Potter 3 (my favorite of the series).

As a side note, we've been slowly working our way through the movies so we'll be all set for the 5th movie coming out this Friday. I've finally read every book and I could NOT be more excited. I'm now a Harry Potter freak and I am simply giddy about the upcoming movie and final book. And a big thanks to Barb for her movie tickets. They will be greatly enjoyed this weekend when we join the mob to see the newest Potter flick.

I'm in love with Harry Potter.

Ok, so the past few days have been just wonderful. I've been hinting to Meech that I've really begun to miss hanging out with friends. It's been hard having to stay home everyday and do chores, fill out Human Resources forms, go shopping and other random tasks. I don't mind doing them, I really don't and I understand how important they are, but it's really helped me realize how much I miss my friends. (You should know that I've applied for summer school positions, but never got any, so now I'm applying for a temp agency. I'm hoping that will keep me active!) Well, as an answer to my prayers it seemed, my friend Jonathan has arrived in New York for the week and Saturday night he, along with EIGHT other friends all got together to hang out! YAY! We enjoyed pizza at John's Pizzeria in the Village (which is HIGHLY overrated) and then went to Magnolia's, which is a cupcake shop. My chocolate cupcake was SPECTACULAR. We must go back there. Not so much the Pizzeria.

Anywho, it was so great to catch up with Jonathan, who I simply adore and admire, and with Vicki, who lives here in New York, but unfortunately rarely get to see. They introduced us to many of their friends who live nearby AND I got to see an old friend Kat, who also lives here and whom I haven't seen for like, 5 years! After Magnolia's, we went to a nearby park, sat down and played Settlers of Catan. I've never heard of this game before, but I'm now hooked. I lost severely, but not as bad as I lost the following night when we invited Jonathan over to our place to play Settlers again. Seriously. I did awful. However, after these past few days with all my friends playing an awesome game that I'm completely horrid at, I can add this:

I'm in love with Jonathan
I'm in love with Magnolia's cupcakes.
And I'm in love with Settlers of Catan.


Course I've always been in love with Jonathan, but still... it should be listed. Oh! And before I go, I should mention that we finally sold my car. Didn't get much for it, but I'm so proud of us for taking that step. What a bold declaration to have sold your cars. It was like just one more solid confirmation that we have arrived in New York, and we're not leaving any time soon!

Much love everyone. Talk to you soon and I hope to read many comments!
-Adam