RELAX – it’s over now

Okay, blog subscribers, you can relax.  You will no longer be getting blog updates of old emails.  The situation has been resolved, and it is over.  Here’s hoping it wasn’t too awful for you.  As Liz pointed out, it gave her an opportunity to re-read my riveting post on baking potatoes.  So.  That aside, it’s new posts only from here on out!  Happy Sunday … looks nice out there today.

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world’s largest fennel

check out this fennel we got at the greenmarket for $2 this afternoon:

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for comparison’s sake, that is a normally sized apple sitting next to it.  

 

I complain a lot in this post

See the post title?  Consider yourself warned.

You guys, I am so tired.  Things have been pretty busy insane at work lately, and Monday was no exception.  I didn’t make it home from work until 4:30 a.m. Tuesday morning, and I needed to be at Penn Station in time for an 8:00 a.m. train to a hearing.  My alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. so that I could shower, gather my things, and get myself to the train, so that meant I got a little less than 90 minutes of fitful sleep.

My original plan had been to get up early to vote before I left for the hearing, but I realized that wasn’t in the cards around 2:15 a.m. when I found myself locked out of my office by the cleaning staff with mountains of work left to do.  Instead, I left work shortly after 5:00 p.m. so that I could get to my polling place before things got too crazy.

This is me last night. Look how tired I am; my glasses aren’t even on straight.

I might have made it had the MTA not been conspiring against me.  Subway service is still recovering post-Sandy, and, to make matters worse, there had been an “earlier incident” on my line.1 I decided to take the a different train instead, which shouldn’t have been a problem, but, once this train had crossed the bridge to Brooklyn, it kept stopping and ended up taking 45 minutes to go a distance that usually  takes no more than 3 or 4.

And then I stood in line at my polling place (currently doubling as an evacuation center) for 2 hours.

Upon finally arriving home, I wanted to go immediately to bed and sleep for 3 days, but I also wanted to stay up and watch the returns, and, because I am horrible at taking care of myself, that’s exactly what I did.

And today was another chaotic (but thankfully nowhere near as long) day.  And so I am tired.  Oh, and have I mentioned we are having some sort of freaky Nor’easter?

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Yeah. That looks like lovely snow, but it’s actually snow accompanied by sideways-blowing wintry mix.  The kind that hurts when it hits you in the face.


1 What does that mean? It’s so ambiguous!

I need more green smoothies in my life

Here’s the funny1 thing about the hurricane: while we were hunkered down, we ate really poorly.  Remember our hurricane rations?  We also made hurricane cookies.2

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And in the following days we ordered in Thai and pizza.  Oh, and ate more of that ice cream.

And it wasn’t just us.  My officemate, who lives in the Village and lost power, remarked that she had been eating really poorly since the storm.  People mentioned it to Marc while volunteering today.  And, of course, there was Jezebel’s gif rendition of our collective reaction to the hurricane, featuring plenty of manic eating.

Why is that?  Why did we collectively start carb-loading?3  I’ve been surprised at the amount of bread and crackers I’ve been able to consume since the spectre of the storm arrived.  (I tried to offset that this morning with a green smoothie, but I think it’s going to take at least 40 more green smoothies to undo the pizza, cookie, and ice cream damage.)

green smoothie

I’m sure there’s some sort of scientific or otherwise rational explanation.  Carbs are comfort food?  We’re  too lazy to go out and buy fresh veggies?  (That can’t be true; we made it through the entire storm with a bunch of kale in the refrigerator, which I finally ate today for lunch.)

Who knows?  Not me!  More green smoothies!


1 Not that I found the hurricane to be particularly “funny.” People lost their homes and their loved ones; there was incredible devastation. Marc was out volunteering at Coney Island and the Rockaways this weekend (while I was stuck at home with work), and he said there’s still just so much to do.
2 Follow this recipe, but swap half the canola oil for applesauce, and sub in a bunch of chocolate chunks instead of raisins or walnuts (chocolate FTW).  You’re welcome.
3 Those of us lucky enough to worry about such trivialities.

hurricaned

This is hardly late-breaking news, but we had some serious weather here this week.  Like most New Yorkers, we didn’t take the impending storm all that seriously.  I mean, we had a hurricane last year.  It was kind of a non-event.

Nonetheless, I woke up on Sunday and realized we should probably prepare at least a little.  We had nothing to eat in our house (almost very literally nothing: one slice of bread, some hummus that had gone off, and a handful of baby carrots), so I ran out to the bodega.  (It was far too early to brave the Pathmark.)  It’s fair to say it was a haphazard shopping trip: bread, dried split peas, apples, chicken broth, bacon, one can of soup, and gum.

We made a real trip to the Pathmark later that afternoon.

And then a follow-up trip that night for ice cream and beer.

hurricane supplies.

necessities.

And then we were ready for the hurricane.

Neither of us went to work on Monday, but we definitely worked.  At one point I was leading a conference call from the couch, while he was participating in one in the bedroom.  (Good thing we don’t live in a studio anymore.)  The wind was howling outside, but, from where we live, it didn’t seem particularly hurricane-like.

But that crane collapsed, and that facade fell off that building.  And it kept getting worse from there.

We can see the Manhattan skyline from our window, and we were looking out the window when that ConEd substation exploded.  The sky lit up green and flickered, and, if it weren’t for the context, I would have been convinced aliens were descending onto the planet.  We watched as more transformers blew and lower Manhattan fell dark.

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This doesn’t look like much. But that’s Manhattan without power.

We were lucky.  Our neighborhood fared the storm well: we didn’t lose power, we didn’t lose water, we didn’t have any flooding.  We have to cram onto shuttle busses to get to Manhattan, but that’s only an inconvenience.  My heart goes out to all the people who lost their homes or loved ones in the storm.

NOBODY FREAK OUT

Okay, first, nobody freak out.  I know if you are a subscriber, you’ve gotten a bunch of emails (and I’m setting you up to get a whole bunch more).  Sorry.  Spam from me is just one of the prices you pay to subscribe to this (sadly) neglected blog.

If you’re interested, I wanted to start posting again (and hopefully growing an audience) but then I started wondering if I may have been indiscreet in the past with details that would lead strangers to, for example, know where I live.  So I had this idea that I would private everything and review and then repost.  But I have over 500 posts!  That was going to take a long time.

I am unimpressed by WordPress automatically emailing all my subscribers when I’m screwing around with administrative stuff.

Of course, I didn’t realize that until I had already started.  Sigh.  And then the dates got messed up on some stuff.  Double sigh.  So … you’re going to get a lot more annoying emails from WordPress on my behalf … but hopefully you’ll soon be getting posting emails from me!

weekend writing

One of the downsides of my job (other than getting locked in the interior staircase at 11 pm on a Thursday night — more on that later) is that I don’t have time to write.  The frequency (or lack thereof) with which I update this blog hints at it, but I really just don’t have the time to write fiction anymore.  And that’s something that I sorely miss.

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I did, however, manage to get in almost a full day of writing on Sunday.  I parked myself on the sundeck with my laptop and just wrote.  It was awesome.  I have to remember to do that more often.