Yesterday, I had planned to

Yesterday, I had planned to leave New York at 6PM, but after showing the radar map at weather.com to my boss, he gladly allowed me to leave early. I hoped to race a massive storm front to my home town, it from the West, me from the East. While the gray and white pixels on the screen moved out of West Virginia and began to blanket the Pittsburgh region, I hurtled across North Jersey running a rented Ford Focus, all four tiny cylinders whining with the effort. The weather held until about seventy-miles from home. Horizontal snow and tractor trailers created a Star Wars-esque videogame experience that had no reset. Two and half upright tense knuckled hours later brought me to then end of the road where the Ford was able to claw through the half foot of snow into the driveway. Happy to be out of the car and out of New York, inside the warm home, I took this shot of the still raging blizzard.

Erik is making a student

Erik is making a student film and I volunteered last night to help with the auditions. We had about twenty professional actors do short screen tests, reading a small scene with me. Some were much better than others and one actress in particular stole my heart, but unfortunately she was only acting.
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I awoke this morning in a bit of a foul mood, lingered awhile in bed, and then braved the light to retrieve my laundry. While putting it away I discovered the mate to one of my expensive wool hiking socks that I had given up on as permanently orphaned. This reunion instantly reversed my mood and I walked to work elated. If a recovered wool sock can affect your disposition to this degree, either your unhappiness was not that profound or you are indeed crazy.

We celebrated Jeff Martini's birthday

We celebrated Jeff Martini's birthday at Daddy's in Williamsburg. I don't want to be near sunlight. Tyler says, "I like to call the photo on the lower left of today's page 'The Last Thing a Case of Budweiser Ever Sees.'"

WEEKEND RECAP: PART 1 -

WEEKEND RECAP:
PART 1 - Friday night I participated indulged my more wild self at

NEW! Mary's and Aaron's B-Day Small Gathering - Drunken immaturity in honor of the ones we love.

PART 2 - Still to come, a description of a trip to the Poconos where I indulged the quieter aspects of my personality. I also played with children and enjoyed it immensely.

Morning meeting. Will add some

Morning meeting. Will add some text later.

It's later. On the left, Brad models his mustache. I really think these will comeback into fashion despite how revolting they seem now. Remember in 1988 when bell bottoms were so abhorrant that we pegged our jeans to produce the exact opposite. Sideburns were meant to be shaved high up the side of the head. Bellbottoms and sideburns seemed impossible terrible then, and then they became acceptable once again. It will happen to mustaches.

On the right, Jerry received an anonymous gift of a Homestar Runner t-shirt. How happy is Jer? This happy.

Due to VETERAN'S Day (misspelled

Due to VETERAN'S Day (misspelled terribly yesterday, yet no one emailed me) I did not have class tonight. Being the cool guy that I am, I had planned to go to the library, but it is closed on Mondays. Too tired to write, yet with a ton of free time, I decided to cook. Even though I live very close to Little Bombay and the cheapest Indian food in the city, I decided to try my hand at Chicken Tikka Masala(see today's site for the recipe). It came out very well and I have enough left overs for the rest of the week, but it doesn't quite taste right. The best part of the experience was discussing garam masala with the nice man at the Indian market on the corner of 6th & 1st Ave. It's a spice combination that is the Indian equivalent of Emeril's Essence (which is really just cajun powder).
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Despite my rambling ways, I would settle down and step to for the hand of Melissa Stark.
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This is not a food site. I just like to eat.
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I eat between six and nine bagels a week. All with butter.

This evening I went to

This evening I went to a party celebrating the third anniversery (traditionaly leather) of The Morning News. I became aware of this site via a friend of Jerry's from North Carolina named Sarah Knowles and was soon a big fan. Always looking to meet new people I swung by after work with my friend Tyler. Walking in was a tad intimidating because we were early and the crowd was still thin, but then I was immediately greeted with the cry, "Are you Jerry's brother?"—a blessing and curse I have enjoyed my whole life. Sarah's cousin Rachel—fiancee to Rosecrans, co-founder of The Morning News—had exclaimed the question and we soon made introductions.

Rachel was an ebullent hostess and Tyler and I fell into several conversations with the suddenly growing crowd. I did not get to chat with Rosecrans, but I must say he was very well dressed. The large turnout was flattering to The Morning News, but the masses combined with my incredible hangover soon caused Tyler and I to flee to a quiet bench at Iona. I did get to meet some very nice folks that I hope to share drinks with again. As an added bonus I also got to talk quality with Tyler who, due to to neither of our faults but more to blame on the East River, I see less often than I like.