ohJoy

February 10, 2011

the absurdly bright red wall I pass on my way to the train, every day.

rescuing more plants than I know what to do with

instant results

sprinkles!

buy back drinks from Max Fish

this visual list of 1960′s Japanese cartoons

extra long shoe laces

leaving situations I don’t feel like I deserve to be in

seeing my reflection, unexpectedlyfacebook, for reminding me of a very different time in life

making mountains appear in flat urban areas

laughing out loud in public

aj’s impromptu drawing sessionsthe vent to my sidewalk that blows warm air that smells like fresh laundryflowers that bloom and die at the same time friends who’s jobs involve picking noses.

light houses. This one in Ohio may be my favorite one.

Honorable Mentions:

  • Himitsu no Akko-chan
  • David Bowies Hunky Dory album. According to iTunes, I’ve listened to “Oh! You Pretty Things” 22 times this week.
  • thick yet soft bed sheets
  • layovers in Atlanta
  • drinking papaya juice and watching people get drenched in the cold rain
  • my grandma for always worrying about me, no matter how silly the situation
  • watching people stumble into moving walkways, in airports
  • this photo that Molly Burkett took of me
  • learning something new and being up until dawn exploring its possibilities
  • flying out of Laguardia airport, and seeing a birds eye view of the entire city
  • Bottle Rocket “They’ll never catch me, man… because I’m fucking innocent

 

 

 

 

Send Some Salami To Your Boy In The Army

February 8, 2011

New York is a bit of a city made for masochist. The best places in the city are the gritty ones with questionable food ethics and seemingly morose employees. Katz deli is one of these places. You walk into Katz and some disgruntled man slouched onto a stool hands you a ticket with a list of numbers on it and no explanation.  What they are NOT telling you when they hand you this ticket is:

  • you hand it to the person who makes your food, and they hand it back to you with the total on it.
  • if you lose this ticket, you get charged 50 bucks.
  • this “lost ticket fee” was instilled about 10 years ago.

You choose the person you want to make your sandwich, and they chop the meat in front of you, and give you a sample of the fresh meat while you wait. I always try to find the oldest guy because he’s usually the biggest asshole who makes the best sandwich.

Although the sandwiches are a bit pricey (15-17 dollars a pop) I bet you can’t get through half of one without wanting to die a little inside. As a meat eater and a lover of irrelevant history, this is one of my favorite New York establishments.

Heres a few more Katz facts:

  • Katz is where they filmed THE scene from When Harry Met Sally
  • It was established in 1888
  • During World War 2, they used the slogan “send a salami to your boy in the army” and still use it to this day
  • Each week, Katz’s serves 5,000 pounds of corned beef, 2,000 pounds of salami and 12,000 hot dogs

 

All photos by Chloe Rice

Make Monday: good coffee

February 7, 2011

I’m a total coffee snob. I drink it black, so that usually means I can taste all of its imperfections. If its burnt, old, ect.

Heres some tips on how to make a perfect cup of coffee.

Grind:

  • Should be fine enough to allow water to pass through coffee grounds without overflow.
  • If you’re able to access a proper coffee shop, just ask them to ground it for whatever coffee chachkaa you use. (meletia cup, drip, french press, ect)

Measure:

  • Start with two level tablespoons for every 6 oz cup; adjust to your taste

Water:

  • Water should be sweet, without excessive minerals or salt. Use spring water, if you’re not sure.

Temperature:

  • 190 Fahrenheit
  • The water should never be brought to a boil, because it’ll burn the coffee.

Storing:

  • Good coffee will stay fresh for 2 weeks if kept air tight and away from moisture condensation.
  • Those waxy paper bags with the twist tie on top, that the coffee usually comes in? yeah. those work just dandy just as long as you squeeze out all excess air. and tightly close it.

How Did I Get Here?

February 5, 2011

I may have missed my ohJoy this Thursday, but its only because life is pretty amazing.

 

Make Monday: Black Hearted

January 31, 2011

February means the saddest excuse for a holiday, is upon us. Valentines day. If your heart is as jaded as mine, then perhaps you will enjoy my craft project for this Make Monday. A little black heart pin for you or one of your mutually bitter single friends.

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ohJoy!

January 27, 2011

Its Thursday! The day that I have started collecting photos I’ve taken through out the week, because they relate to things that I love about life. Such as:

The guy who plays songs from Amelie in the 14th street station.

people who enjoy their jobs

drinking coffee on a tree

using long exposure to give me the power of invisibility

that some of the most important items in my life, right now, weigh less than my dog.

my dog

eating meals with friends

gingers. (They’re apparently the new black.)

making a barricade of beverages

having my blog on the front page of wordpress.com!

feeling like one of those people who starts looking like their dog (photo by Molly Burkett)

tiny cookies

turning people into cartoons while helping make things for their etsy shop

when eve the snow wants to get out of the cold

big sandwiches made by old polish women

Honorable Mentions:

  • “I got hot sauce in my eye tonight, and I thought of you”
  • buy backs at bars
  • holding hot tea when its too cold to feel my fingers
  • Rediscovering my love for Marcys Playground
  • ice cream cakes
  • waking up before the sun
  • thick socks
  • getting paid for doing manual labor
  • vitamin E
  • Katz deli
  • cynical texts from my brother
  • living vicariously through the parties I hear my neighbors throwing, almost every night
  • everything about this

Perfect Cinnamon Buns

January 24, 2011

My all time favorite breakfast treat is the cinnamon bun. I grew up eating those Pillsbury ones in the airtight tubes that you had to whack against the counter to get open.

I had a friend whos mom, would place them in a pie tin and they would expand. Being what I thought cinnamon buns should be, this was illusive concept to me. I only ate them once and have been trying to find ones that compare, ever since.

Heres what ruins anything that has ever come close to those homemade cinnamon buns that I have spent a lifetime dreaming about:

  • the weak cinnamon to bun ratio
  • not enough frosting
  • raisins. gross. Why do people find the need to add pruned grapes to something so perfect?

I realized that in order to do something right, I would just have to do it myself. Baking with yeast is still pretty new to me, so I was a bit scared of it. My baker dad informed me that yeast and humans live comfortably in the same temperatures:

  • If you add yeast to something that is about the same temperature as a warm bathtub, it’ll flourish.
  • If you add it to a liquid that is too hot, you’ll kill it.
  • If you add it to something cold, it’ll hold out on expanding until the temperature is warm enough or it’ll just take longer.

With this, I began skimming through cinnamon bun recipes, plucking what I liked about each one to concoct my idea of the perfect cinnamon bun.

It was so good, that my appetite almost didn’t give me time to take a good photo of the final product.

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Happy Billy Ocean Day!

January 21, 2011

Things I love about Billy Ocean, as we celebrate his birthday, today:

  • His ability to minimize consonants in order to create a perfect song
  • His contagious smile
  • His video featuring Day DeVito, Kathleen Turner, and Michael Douglas

ohJoy!

January 20, 2011

Puppy distractions

friendship distractions

getting ‘shotgun’ when it really makes a diffrence

seeing situations from a different perspective

teaching Charlie an awesome new trick!

sewing my finger into the sewing machine….

because it resulted in the purchase of these adorable bandaids!!!

leaving slightly comical/ passive aggressive notes

having people in my life who will put on my clothes, and those who will take a train out of their way just to make me smile.

getting exercise by being ridiculous

when a row of photos I’ve taken come up in a row on Facebook.

honorable mentions:

  • Being stopped at the metal detector at the passport office, for a bottle of hot sauce in my purse. “Boss, is this considered a drink?” “Only if she’s Jamaican.”
  • re-watching The Smoking Room
  • getting cut off in a lunch line by a guy who insisted on buying my meal.
  • rearranging my office space
  • finally finding a way to stream I Love Lucy episodes
  • catching one of those old trains with the orange seats
  • pizza with bacon and eggs on it, from Robertas
  • spelling things out phonetically with a phone operator. “V as in Vagina” “….ok, that was V as in Victory, correct?”
  • teasing my hair up
  • jumping jacks
  • baking almost every day
  • prematurely digging out my summer clothes for my trip to Thailand, next month

 

Make Monday: Chocolate Covered Popcorn

January 17, 2011


I used to be really intimidated by popcorn. Thats right…..popcorn.

The thought of making it outside of those pre-buttered microwave bags or pre-buttered aluminum tins, seemed impossible. I thought I hated popcorn, but turns out that I just hated that weird butter. Ever since someone showed me how easy making your own popcorn could be, I’ve been eating it pretty much every day.

My teeth may hate me for saying this, but I LOVE popcorn! I love it so much that over the summer, I’ve tried 12 different kernels and several kinds of salts to add to them. After extensive research, my favorite popcorn combo is the plain ole’ popcorn drizzled with chocolate and sprinkled with corse salt.

Turns out its really simple to make!

Start by heating up a tablespoon of extra virgin olive oil in a large pot with about a cup of popcorn kernels.

when one starts to pop, put a lid on the pot while occasionally shaking the pot to make sure all of the kernels are getting heated at the bottom of the pot.

Keep the heat on until there  is 2-3 seconds between popping sounds.

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ohJoy!

January 13, 2011

 

people who act like cartoon characters

dogs, too

people who take photos of others without the fear of rejection

fending off colds by drinking ice cold smoothies in the middle of winter

disregard for the restrictions of weather

 

(wo)man eating refrigerators

 

saving money by making my own bread

 

using said bread to make the perfect sandwich

 

Galas refusal to admit that we’re too old to fit on the toddler swings.

“It’s fine…just a little pinchy on the sides”

 

redneck martini shakers

 

Lilian Caruanas Punks & Skinheads photo exhibit.

 

my grocery store, for keeping their Christmas decorations up year round

making cookies that are bigger than my head

snow!

 

fresh uni

 

drawings in unlikely places

 

learning about onigiri with the help of rice ball drawings

 

watching Looney Tunes and drinking coffee in a basement, every Sunday

 

new friends hanging out with old ones. Apparently one is silver, and the other is gold.

 

he does have a tint of gold to him…

 

taking off my pants when I think they make me look fat

honorable mentions:

  • Junji Ito manga
  • The Leauge and Paul Scheer in general
  • raw vegetables with salt
  • the Flipboard app for iPad
  • fresh popcorn for breakfast
  • the TLC Pandora seed
  • Pirate Radio/ The Boat That Rocked
  • deflating an inflatable bed by laying on it as it sinks
  • when people offer their seat on the subway, because I’m holding a lot of shopping bags
  • Art Streibers photos of Justin Beiber for Vainity Fair
  • 38 of New Yorks best soups
  • running into my friends on public transit
  • fresh pillow cases
  • teaching my dog how to high five

 

Pocket Notebook!

January 10, 2011

This week, I’ve started coming to terms with the fact that if I don’t write things down, I’ll forget about them. Yes. I’m getting old.

SO,  for this edition of Make Monday, I thought it would be a pretty good idea to keep a pocket notebook handy.  This not only will help me remember who I’m supposed to meet up with but will also help me get rid of some stationary scraps

and unused paper in my archived journals.

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Cat.

January 7, 2011

Remember when Audrey Hepburn tossed that cat out of the cab, at the end of Breakfast at Tiffanys, as some sort of romantic display of freedom? Have you ever wondered what would have happened to that thing if George Peppard hadn’t put her in her place, and gone looking for it? I think I came across the grim result of what may have happened to Cat, if someone other than Capote had written the story.

I was walking to the subway from my house faster that usual, to avoid the cold any more than I had to, when this little guy slowly limped into the middle of the street and took a seat. I quickly snapped a photo of its black silhouette in the middle of the isolated snow white road and then realized that it was in really bad shape. I got closer, and took a more detailed shot.

Due to my hatred for cats, I kind of said “poor dude” and walked on. Then guilt set in. I thought of how horrible it must be to need help, and have someone document your pain as amusement. I realized that if I left, I would never be able to look at the photographs of this cat without a voice in the back of my head reminding me that this was the shot that represented me being a bad person. Someone heartless enough to walk away from something that needed help.

I turned around and went back to the cat just before it just rammed by a semi truck. I scooted it to the side of the road, called animal control to come and pick it up, and waited around for a bit listening to it wheezing for air.

I was hoping that by crossing a black cats path, and going beck to help it, would be good luck for me. Unfortunately though, I was told that I only absorb one of its lives. So when you see me crawling around at the age of 150, it has something to do with this photo.

ohJoy!

January 6, 2011

I used to do a “Things I Love Thursday”, except I guess I called it ohJoy…and it wasn’t usually on a thursday.

It was just a list of things I loved about life, when things were really bringing me down. Unfortunetly, it would take me so much time to think up enough things to love about life, that it was a rarely done.

This year, I’m going to try to make a goal of just being able to write down and take photos of more positive things, more often.

Heres a list of things I’ve loved about 2011, thus far.

fish cakes in my ramen

letting my hair grow

waking up next to a cuddly dog

real friends who dress like imaginary friends

having my hair done on an otherwise average day.

fresh challah bread from the bakery to make french toast (with nutella)

bubbles in my coffee

finding interior in inspiration in unlikely places. (my future bathroom will soon look like the locker room from Shutter Island)

food wrapped like presents.

weekly family dinner nights

Seeing this guy who is obviously from the abortion ad on the train, stand around with his girlfriend, uncomfortably.

having the first meal of the new year, with some of my favorite people.

This song because it’s beautiful.

He always sounded like he was drinking champagne on a train and wise to the ways of the world.”

-Tom Waits talking about Teddy Edwards. (Also beautiful.)

other honorable mentions:

  • strangers saying “happy new year” in passing, all over New York
  • snowball fights
  • when friends from different parts of my life, end up becoming friends
  • extra olives in martinis
  • japanese eraser toys
  • Putting Annie Hall on repeat while I’m sick in bed. I’ll pass out and wake up to something that makes me smile, no matter what part of the movie is playing.
  • being reminded that I’m missed
  • Pushing Daisies or any program that involves narrative story telling, for that matter. Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, lemony snicket’s a series of unfortunate events, ect…

 

 


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