Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Strange & Perplexing Incidents of the Day

- I have a wondrous pack of cheese that I keep in my refrigerator. I keep it within a plastic Ziploc bag, completely covered. Alas, I have discovered it is growing mold. But I simply don't understand- how did the mold spores insinuate their way inside the plastic-covered domain of the cheese?

- Is there nowhere in Manhattan where I can purchase white satin shoes? The selections at the bridal gown stores are not particularly vast. Oddly- and fascinatingly- did you know Payless offers dyeable satin shoes?

-This is a shoutout for Heshy: Yoeli's house, Yanky's house, Moishe's house and several waitresses get together...and maybe the old men come along, too. Perhaps we should include various unpronounceable varieties of French and Italian foods when rewriting the games as well.

-Who wants to recommend places where I can get pretty Sheva Brachot clothes? I prefer gowns/ dresses to suits.

-Does no one else find it deeply disturbing that the young teenagers nowadays talk about 'raping' each others' Facebook walls? Egad. So tasteless. And unrefined. I'm having trouble swallowing my honeyed tea with lemon.

-This lady actually called me a princess. She did! And she lives in my building! Well, what really happened was that I knelt on the floor to open up my mailbox in my building and I was wearing this pink flowy skirt. So this woman says, "Hey, I really love how you look in that skirt kneeling on the floor- you look like a princess!"

-I saw this man on the subway today who was just awesome. Basically, it was incredibly stifling on one of the cars on the 1 train because the air-conditioning had broken down. So this guy (who incidentally was wearing a t-shirt that read 'What I really need are minions') was talking to the lady in the elevator about that and said, "I was sweating through my man-boobs!" And goes, "I believe in calling them what they are- and besides, I got a chuckle out of you and laughter is what the world is all about." And basically he was a really nice guy in New York and funny and just had a really positive attitude toward everything. And I wish he was my friend.

-And I would just like to say: I really need minions.

Peace out, world; we're going to paint rainbows on The Truman Story's set's ceiling tomorrow.


ZZTop said...

I'm guessing the rape references are coming from this extremely popular viral video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMtZfW2z9dw

The Cousin said...

The cheese--are you sure that your bag is completely sealed? How old is the cheese?

Enjoyed the story about your run-ins with strangers on the train and in your building. One thing I've learned in working on a daily basis with the general population of this City is the wide cast of individuals one encounters. Though it sometimes seems like the super nice ones don't come by often enough!
(No cool T-shirt sitings as of late though)

mimi said...

mold grows better when enclosed in plastic. I suppose it's something anaerobic...

Nachum said...

Cheese is made out of all sorts of yummy microorganisms, isn't it? It's one of those things you don't want to think about when you eat.

Then there's that weird European cheese in which the fermenting worms, or whatever they are, are still alive and literally jumping.

Malka said...

I assume you are looking specifically for satin shoes with all sorts of pretty heelage?
Because if I may suggest ballet slippers (at least for dancing) those come in white, and are lots of fun. Come to think of it, it would not shock me if a dancing store sold satin shoes, as well. Hm.
Just checked: www.onstagedancewear.com does indeed have ballet slippers in white satin. Their store is on Madison Ave between 34th and 35th.

Rabba bar bar Chana said...

Reminds me of the story of how Roquefort and other smelly French cheeses were invented.

During times of war, French villagers would hide their provisions, including their cheeses, in caves. After their villages were safe again, they'd come back and get the cheese.

One time, they discovered that the cheese was covered with blue, smelly mold. Most people would treat it as spoiled and throw the cheese out. Not the French! They declared it a delicacy, and the rest is history.

Anonymous said...

LOL. Refined, I say.


El Primo said...

Yo tengo una idea para usted a decir gracias a sus vecians (para la ayuda con la paquete).

Es claro que te gusta a cocinar. Entonces, Llame a la abuela y pregunta ella cual es la recita (de ella) por los platanos. Que deliciosos son los platanos de abuela! ¿Quien no le gusta?

Que idea por un gran regalo! Platanos en la moda de abuela!

~El Primo