They don’t call it Whole Paycheck for nothing.(Whole Foods Market, 24 St & 7 Av)
Blandly Positive/Reassuring Things I Say When I Don’t Want to Say What I Really Think
(especially useful at the office)
Just in case a person really can die from eating six year old hummus and tabouli mix, I just wanna blog three last things: 1) I love you all very much, 2) I’m sorry I wasn’t the best son/brother/friend/boyfriend/cat owner I could have been, and 3) I always planned on putting the money back where I found it, honest.
I heart the BBQ at Biscuit, even though I’m sure my heart doesn’t heart it. The $8.90 half rack of ribs (includes two sides!) is just too delicious to stay away from. Did I mention the key lime pie is pretty good, too?
(Biscuit, 367 Flatbush Av, cash only)
(World Trade Center PATH Station)
A long time ago, my Mom told me that in Japan those gratuitous racy scenes on TV and in movies are called “customer service” (i.e., giving viewers what they want).
I’m fully aware that BKLYN Blggng hasn’t had much motherboro content lately, so I hereby offer a bit of customer service until I can get out and shoot some more Brooklyn scenes. I heard a rumor about a version of The Gates coming to Prospect Park that involved do-rags, so maybe I’ll wait for that.
(Brooklyn Bridge, from the Fulton Fish Market)
Viva public art!
(from Animals, Buildings, Cars and People by Julian Opie, City Hall Park)
Big thanks to the artists and NYC and everyone that helped make this happen. This is an awesome gift to the City. Everyone should go see it.