Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

Gustav Klimt is the guy who painted " the kiss " which everyone has seen a million times, usually in your first apartment after college. Your roomate bought the poster on sale, squashed it into a shitty frame from Ikea and hung it right above that white sofa no one realized was an ass bad idea until the inaugural coffee incident ten minutes after delivery. The Kiss by Gustav Klimt on sale at AllPosters.com I never was a huge fan of The Kiss. A little too gooey twee with a glass slipper and chirping forest creatures. Plus the gentleman's desperate spinal stenosis situation. But I warmed up to Gustav after I saw Hope , up close and personal, at MoMA a while back: Hope III at MoMA Wow. She's something to stand your ground and stare at. The size, the party colors. And then there's this one I stumbled across at the Met Breuer in the spring: I went back yesterday for another look. It's in the exhibition called " Unfinished ." Meaning, t...

The ice cream thing started when I decided to get Tom a cake for his birthday. Tom's favorite cake is ice cream cake. But ice cream cake poses logistical challenges for someone such as myself who eschews grocery stores and has little understanding of how such a thing as ordering an ice cream cake transpires. So I decided it would simply be less of an ordeal to just make Tom an ice cream cake. I felt a bit more confident in this endeavor because my friend Darcey would be around. I've seen her whip up spontaneous and tasty snacks from gluten-free kitchen scraps and like a tennis ball. So I would make an ice cream cake. Done deal. The main ingredient of ice cream cake is ice cream. I'm very quick like this. So I sped over to Bed Bath and Beyond on 6th Avenue and purchased an ice cream maker. Subsequently, I mentioned this consumer accomplishment to three people and all three immediately asked if I had used a 20% off coupon. The answer is no. I'm not a top decile BB...

Let’s just kick this off by mentioning what I have accomplished since sitting down to write this blog post. And by “sitting down to write this blog post” I don’t mean to imply it was an open and shut affair. Not counting the eight to ten false sits would be disingenuous. But I’ve been called to duty by an endless sequence of important tasks which has hindered my progress. For example: Buying mosquito repellent bracelets on Amazon Looking up what a mushroom expert is called (a Mycologist) Finding the best electric switch you can turn on and off with an app, and then deciding I don’t need one. Skimming a lot of popular NYT articles Aggressively deleting duplicate photos on my computer Copying and pasting quotes about distraction into Evernote. This distraction business is really distracting. In between watching  Ozzyman  YouTube videos, I read a book by Charles Duhigg . Charles says distractions and interruptions are addicting. I mean like, actually addictin...