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revamping my nerd status by playing Age of Empires II
If your carnality has overtaken your ethical reservations as of late, what better place to indulge than here, where you can order a vegan "double down" (KFC's literally heartstopping concoction of bacon sandwiched between two fried chicken patties; there IS also a wilted piece of lettuce to feed your tiny conscience) for close to nine dollars. It's freakin' worth it. Thankfully, the heartburn and dietetic guilt come free of charge.
I got Dan Brown. Hmmm maybe I should start looking into Renaissance art conspiracies...
There's a yellow rogue piano in McCarren Park!! @ the entrance near the end of Bedford.
Terrible news! The Market on June 26 is closed :-(
I was raised in Wappingers Falls, a tiny town upstate sandwiched between Poughkeepsie and Beacon. I've been monitoring (from afar - perhaps if I don't get too close, then it can't be true) this discussion of the gentrification of upstate since I left my hometown four years ago to attend NYU. I've witnessed Beacon's gentrification, through its main street facelift and the increasing popularity of the tiny gem of a modern art museum DIA Beacon (where I first discovered Sol Lewitt and Bruce Nauman...alas). While I must admit that I do revel in the resulting cozy coffee shops, I wish to do so without the self-consciouss atmosphere of most NYC establishments. After spending my obligatory new-to-NYU time romping around Williamsburg, I returned upstate and realized I much prefer the catcalls of the lurking highschoolers to the indifferent stares of the displaced NYC hipsters. Is it too much to ask to be able to listen to the Smiths while driving a Subaru Outback and NOT be stereotyped as too-hip-for-the-zeitgeist?
If your carnality has overtaken your ethical reservations as of late, what better place to indulge then here, where you can order a vegan "double down" for close to nine dollars. It's freakin' worth it. Thankfully, the side of heartburn and dietetic guilt are free.
Of course the best wine bar is called Terroir...alas.
I've been looking for a bag to replace my too-worn-to-be-hip jansport (a highschool relic) for some time - Filson appears to be the solution.
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