January 2009
6 posts
We Do Things: Quiet (Smoky) Night In
In this case, “we,” is, “I.” And I know what you’re thinking. “Geez, Leigh must be pretty hard-up for stuff if a night in is newsworthy.” This is admittedly a throw-away topic but it’s also an easing back into having some time to write. My silence has probably spoken a thousand words over the past two weeks; there hasn’t been a planned...
Marlon for Mayor? →
That’s Marlon, as in Marlon Anderson? As in, “The Notorious Marlon Anderson?” “Marlon Anderson 2009?” The proudly misogynistic and grammatically-impaired assault poster from Kristi Gustafson’s On the Edge blog? The guy who is always yapping about how women should stay, “slim and silent?” Running for mayor of the city of Albany? Really? Alright…if you say so. Recently Marlon and I...
Heart on Lark
It’s difficult to live in Center Square without feeling very, very spoiled. There is quality and variety around ever corner. You want books? Go to Dove & Hudson. Live music? See Tess or Howard. Artwork? Edible, wearable or otherwise? Crisan, Elissa Halloran, First Friday. In the mood for Greek or Indian or Mexican or Thai or Lebanese or eggs Benedict at three in the ...
2008 Music Wrap Up
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m not a critic and I really have no business analyzing, well, anything (even though my job title is technically, “Business Analyst.”) but I can tell you what albums I listened to the most this year with no details about any of them. They are:
Fleet Foxes – Fleet Foxes
Erykah Badu – New Amerykah Part 1 (4th World War)
of Montreal – Skeletal...
The Best Place Ever
Josh called me this afternoon all excited. “I’m at the best place ever. You’re getting presents. I’ll talk to you later.” As soon as I hung up the phone I knew (just knew) what he was talking about and later on this evening I was validated: At The Warehouse. He’d gone with Matt in search of, “stuff for the restaurant,” (not sure if that means...
An Open Letter to Sushi House
This really isn’t entirely your fault, it just seems like I’m always in the mood for you on Mondays. And you’re closed on Monday. I realize that everybody needs a day off, so I’m not complaining, Sushi House (my very favorite sushi restaurant.) I’m just saying. Mondays kind of suck without you. There is nothing sadder than sitting around thinking about what I’m hungry for, realizing I haven’t...