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I love coffee. Sometimes people try to switch my coffee to decaf when I’m not looking. I can always tell the difference. I also like Pringles, but only the reduced fat kind because they crunch better when you bite into them and they don’t leave grease on your fingers. I’m…

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As part of our quest to support women’s issues, Katana Photography is excited to announce our first ever Celebrating Survival contest!
Having any kind of cancer is frightening and confusing. In recognition of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Katana Photography is welcoming all survivors from all forms of cancer to participate…

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When I was looking to buy my wedding invitations (back in April), I found a lot of designers on Etsy. After narrowing it down to a couple different designs/companies, I contacted both for their pricing list. One was pretty significantly more expensive–almost $2 per invitation more. Which I think all…

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When talking to people about photography, I hear one phrase over and over again: Kids and dogs are the hardest subjects to photograph.
I, personally, don’t have this problem with my clients…kids and dogs are among my favorite things to photograph. Maybe it’s because I like to have any excuse…

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Last week, Sean and I had our morning coffee on the balcony and watched as the Enterprise shuttle was pulled down the Hudson on a tug boat. It’s on its way to the Intrepid and I can’t wait to see it up close at the museum!

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A Special Day

A Special Day

Today is Maddie’s birthday. My dear, sweet niece is 7 years old. 7!! It feels like only a couple years ago that I met her whiny tush (she was colicky…I’m not just calling her whiny without reason).

So, I’m taking today off and Maddie and I are going to get manicures. After that, we’re getting her ears pierced. After that dinner. And then I’m going to go home and cry because I’m officially considered old. And I don’t like it at all.

Saturday night, Liza and Maddie came down to Brooklyn to visit and we hung out at a coffee shop for a bit. Maddie became a little fixated on this clothesline that had old found polaroids hanging from it. I so badly wanted to buy the piece for her, but clearly I don’t have $800 to spend on art. The way I see it, I can find a few polaroids at stoop sales, stick them on some clothesline and secure them with clothespins. And Voila!–”Art.”

Marc Barnhill Performance at Red Horse

Marc Barnhill Performance at Red Horse

As I mentioned, I’m crazy busy with this new job, but I thought I’d try to throw in a few updates. And on Saturday night, I was at the Red Horse Cafe photographing Marc Barnhill and the Sorely Missed. They were great and I had an awesome time meeting everyone!

Hotdogs to the Rescue

Hotdogs to the Rescue

Now, I realize the quality of this photograph isn’t quite up to par with the rest of this site, but I only had my little point and shoot camera on me.

In case you don’t recognize the decor (which I wouldn’t either if I were you), this here is the infamous Russian Tea Room where my parents and I had lunch yesterday. Faberge’ eggs in glass cases surrounding us, beautiful artwork and gold guilding on the walls above our heads. It was really fantastic. And for lunch, a goat cheese blintze, duck-truffle ravioli and a chocolate mousse “pyramid” with a espresso to finish off the lunch.  And this may have been the single most expensive meal of my life…the only price I’ll divulge is that the espresso (one shot) was $8. And it wasn’t anything spectacular.

The food was very good, but portions were dainty and the descriptions of the food made it sound a lot more interesting, tasty and complicated than they actually were. When my 3 pieces of ravioli–yes, three was all you got–were put down in front of me, I quite honestly almost laughed. Then, I leaned over to my dad and said, “I think we’re gonna need to grab a hotdog after this.” My parents laughed, but I was so not even kidding.

A Perfectly Lovely Morning

A Perfectly Lovely Morning

Saturday morning was such a beautiful day in New York…it hit about 70 degrees in Brooklyn! So that morning, Sean and I dragged the dog’s beds onto the balcony to drink our coffee and work on crossword puzzles. And it was such a beautiful, lovely morning.

That is until…..we noticed at the funeral home (pictured above) that a body was being rolled up that ramp and into the facility. Being rolled on a hospital gurney type of thing with nothing but a sheet covering it. We could see the outline of a nose, chest, legs…it was creepy. Needless to say, my morning was ruined.

Southside Coffee

Southside Coffee

Southside Coffee was the first coffee shop I tried when I moved to my new AWESOME neighborhood. It’s good. Better than most coffee shops and certainly better than Starbucks. And They Have Cookies! Which in my book, is always a plus.

The ambiance doesn’t leave a whole lot to be desired, but it’s quiet and the people are all very lovely. In fact, this coffee shop was one of the deciding factors in choosing this neighborhood. Good coffee shop? Check. Cookies? Check. No homeless men trying to stab me on the walk home from the subway? CHECK.

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Roots

Roots

Roots Cafe is my favorite place to go in our new neighborhood. The coffee is good (super dark…takes way more half & half than usual to get it to my ideal caramel color), but the sandwiches are what makes this place special. They have this turkey and goat cheese panini that is AMAZING. It’s so good…I’ll have to take a photo of it for Ello next time I’m there, since I was lectured about talking about food with no photo before.

That being said, the other reason I love it so much here is because of the vintage eclectic feel to its design. It has a ton of artwork (some really bad artwork admittedly) and antiques. It’s the perfect place to write on a cold, snowy day.

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You Know I’m Really Sick

You Know Im Really Sick

You know I’m really sick when I trade in my daily coffee intake for tea. And a couple of weeks ago…I was incapacitated, I was so sick.

I’ve mentioned before that I typically hate tea with the same passion that Palin hates a woman’s right to choose. There have been rare exceptions such as some of the loose tea brews featured at Alice’s Tea Cup. But any sort of Earl Grey tea bag kind of brand makes my stomach lurch.

BUT Sean found this Celestial Seasonings Bengal Spice tea. It. Is. Delicious. It tastes like Big Red chewing gum! It was perfect for the week that my throat was swollen and I couldn’t breathe. And luckily, my coffee cravings have since returned. A sure sign that I am feeling better.

Sidebar: I fully expect to see some hate mail based on my Palin comment. I’m bracing myself…

Locher’s

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I bought this shirt a year ago  from Locher’s. In case you can’t read it, it says: I really need a fucking coffee. And..it’s the most amazing investment I’ve ever made because, really? Have you met me? A day doesn’t go by where I don’t feel this way at one point or another.

**Please Note: This is not my photography. I pulled it from their website. But since I’m promoting their product, I figured they wouldn’t mind. Hopefully I’m not wrong about that…

Cafe Select in SoHo sells an amazing cup of coffee. The atmosphere, however, leaves little to be desired. It’s crowded and loud and definitely not the kind of place you can comfortably sit and write on your laptop over a cup of joe. I ended up sitting on that pretty red bench because I couldn’t handle it inside. It was luckily a little warmer than the previous weeks have been…and by warmer, I mean it was above the freezing point.

Moral of the story? Great for a cup of coffee TO GO.

Saved By The Mug

Saved By The Mug

For a year now, Sean has been trying to get me to drink out of his ugly ass Star Trek mugs. I despise Star Trek…I’m always competing with that stupid show for Sean’s affection. (kidding) But I do hate the show. It’s so boring and will instantly put me to sleep with all of its monotone talking and white noise in the background.

So, the week we were moving, we realized that we needed to keep a few plates, glasses and silverware so that we could…oh, you know…survive for the week. And Sean–that punk–ONLY kept his Star Trek mugs. I tried everything to avoid using them. Cupping my hand under the faucet to sip water that way…but it seemed inevitable. I was going to have to drink from the horrid Star Trek mugs. And just as I was pulling a mug out of the cupboard to pour myself a glass of milk…I saw a package sitting on my counter from Sean’s cousin, Jeannie (who frequents this site a lot…HI JEANNIE!) And inside this care package was not only delicious home-made biscotti…but THIS MUG she bought for us in the Bahamas:

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I drank from that thing every single day for a week…Jeannie, you are forever on my good list.