Dinner with Diego at Caracas Arepa Bar in the East Village. Four arepas - the Playera (white fish with onions, peppers, and herbs), the Guasacaca (guacamole with paisa cheese), the De Pabellón (beef, black beans, white salty cheese and plantains), and the Los Muchachos (chorizo, spicy white cheese, jalapeños and peppers). Pacifico beer for him,
Back in New York City, in Diego's apartment. E: Hooray! We're both awake - now we can listen to Duran Duran! [cranks up "Girls on Film"] Diego: NO. Turn that off. Cut it. Forget it. E: But! Diego: No. We're listening to something else. E: Fine. Sits down on the couch, pondering the idea that
Nothing tells you what the people want like browsing their country's supermarkets. Japan: every single part of the fish. Ireland: industrial-size burlap sacks of potatoes. And America? Sugar-coated goodness as far as the eye can see.
We're driving to Bumblefork to visit some family friends, and my parents pull in at a bakery to buy gifts - pane rustico for Sofia, pastries for Tim. It's 97 degrees out. My mother puts on the Mutefish CD I brought her from Dublin and we head down Dale Mabry. We're barely out of Tampa
As soon as I'm in my parents' house - seconds after I drop my bags in the guest room and eat a cookie - they say: "Good. Now fix my computer." I lost my Facebook friends list. AIM says I have to upgrade but I don't know how. Why is the toolbar on the side
Ladies and gentlemen, the following collage of photos illustrates why I continue to return to Florida after all these years*. Florida seafood - there ain't nothin' like it. Git yerself to a crab shack, sit yerself down, and git dirty. Last night, my parents took me to a crab shack on the side of the
My father - who grew up playing fútbol with homemade balls in the streets of Guatemala City, who played the sport for the University of Rome - has been keeping a World Cup score card on his coffee table at his home here in Tampa, Florida. It's a makeshift thing; the match list printed on
Returned from Ohio yesterday; my first foray into the flat, green fields of the American Midwest. Quite beautiful... as was the smorgasbord of chain restaurants. Taco Bell. Wendy's. Chik-fil-freaking-A. Golden Corral. Bob Evans. Steak and Shake. Cracker Barrel (!!!). At the groom's house the day before the rehearsal dinner; hamburgers, beans, macaroni & cheese, and
So yesterday was 70 degrees in New York City - sunny, clear, and mild, the first lovely weather I've seen in months. Obviously the perfect day to prance around in a new dress. I dug through my suitcases, pulled out my recent Grafton Street purchase, and paired it with a nice slick of red lipstick.
Today's secret word is eejit. Its meaning will be pretty self-evident to any English speaker, but let's see how it works. American-English: Rush Limbaugh is a big, fat, idiot. Hiberno-English: God, Jedward are a pair of awful eejits, aren't they? [caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="477" caption="Jedward; the tone deaf eejits off X Factor. Image brought to