Happy Birthday to Me!

When I was in the 5th grade, I decided that a person was young until they were 37-years-old. I'm not sure how I came up with that number but I'm sticking with it. Today I am officially old.

Although the older I get, the younger that 40 seems to me. For some reason, 37 depresses me more than I think 40 will. I know. I'm weird.

I don't have any plans to go out this year. Just seems too complicated to coordinate anything.

Instead, it is time for some birthday reminiscing.

2000: Where the hell is this?

2003: Best birthday ever! Thanks SHR!

2005: 5th Ave Bingo

2006: Oh geez.

2007: Bocce mania.

2008: Two Toms

2010

Huey is the World!

Fine, don't ask Huey to sing on the new version of We Are the World.

Here comes Jimmy Kimmel to the rescue!


The Original

Thanks to Sean for letting me know about this Huey gem.

Cooking Diaries, Part 2

The last time I wrote about learning to cook was a over a year ago. That's because the whole learning process came to a screeching halt.

But recently I've gotten back in the saddle.

Jim taught me how to fry an egg. I know, I know. How embarrassing. How does one get to be 36-years-old and not know how to fry an egg?

After the egg lesson, Jim taught me to make french toast. So easy!

A few days later, SHR gave me some extra pointers. Yummy!

Jason taught me how to roast a chicken. A few days later, SHR helped out a little as well.

A week or so later, I decided to try again with thighs rather than the whole chicken. Much easier.

SHR added the rice and we were all set for a delicious dinner.
(photo by SHR)

Who knows what my next culinary adventure will be? I feel so exciting.

Where's Listmaker?

Appearing in the online version of The Village Voice isn't quite as exciting as appearing in the New York Times but I'll take it. Thanks to Sean for posting and then thanks to Marc for pointing it out to me.

Sean is also in the picture. It was taken at the recent benefit for Haiti at The Bell House.

But then I started doubting myself that I was actually in the picture. I was a bit tipsy that night so who knows but I have no memory of standing in the middle by myself. I see Skippy. He's not near me. I see Sean and Rebecca in the back. But I wasn't standing near any of them.

Then I talked to Sean and he is pretty sure that the only time he and Rebecca stood in the back was during the Sondre Lerche set. But I didn't arrive until after the Sondre Lerche set. What the?

I also had longer hair at this point and am pretty sure that the back of my neck was in desperate need of a trim. I was looking very Wolfman on this night. But the dude in the picture isn't. Did the Voice touch up the back of my neck to make it more suitable for publication?

How could the guy in the picture not be me? I hold my drink like that. I slouch like that. I wear glasses like that. I have the gray hair. But something just doesn't seem right.
(photoshop work done by SHR)

What I do know is what happened later. Apparently, I verbally assaulted a certain bald comedian again and later Sondre Lerche bumped into me and sheepishly apologized.