Monday, December 12, 2005

Home Sweet Home

This is my neighborhood in Brooklyn. The people who live in the brownstones here are cerebral, famous, and cool. Many of them are foodies.

This could be my home. As you can guess, I don't know what to make for dinner.

*What I'm listening to: A month's worth of podcasted NPR book reviews.


Anonymous matt said...

again with the birds. you're an interesting little thing, you are.

6:59 PM  
Blogger ZinniaSoCA said...

Well, now I guess I'm vicariously living in Brooklyn through you. How great to have a "stoop" like that! And what a tragedy to see something like that has burned. I can only imagine the woodwork inside your house/apartment or whatever.

I wish I'd had your cojones when I was young enough to do things like take off to NYC, and I applaud you and your sister for being willing to explore the possibilities.



9:09 PM  
Blogger Adriana Velez said...

First you confuse two different Latina writers like they're all interchangeable, then you don't return Lane's cordial phone call, and then you complain about not knowing what to make for dinner when I'm posting dinner ideas DAY AFTER DAY.

You're gonna make me cry.

11:52 PM  
Anonymous Errorista said...

I totally wish I had the ability to personalize all of your figure out how they're all about me. I suppose they're not, in which case I must just say that I prefer your home to the other, and I am happy that you struggle with dinner decisions as I do. (Though usually it's one of three: mac and cheese, grilled cheese, or anything else with cheese.) Junior likes it that way, though. Certainly I'm setting him up for a life of struggle. Ah well.....

p.s. Aren't all writers interchangeable? In the grand scheme? Aren't we all?

2:29 PM  
Anonymous BIG Mike said...

Please install smoke detectors. NOW!

Before shining example 1 becomes prime example 2.

1:17 AM  
Anonymous Tim D said...

I noticed the other day that a lot of your pictures have what appears to be burning cities in the background. Then you show us a photo of a burned out building.

Is Errorista's proposed move to NYC some court imposed personal therapy/chaperone thing?

5:51 AM  
Blogger newbrooklyner said...

matt, who's not thinking about birds these days?

zin, Can you believe that the 2nd house isn't burnt, but rather grimed? Can you believe a guy lives there? Can you believe that it would sell for around 650k?
Thanks, for applauding my cojones. Also, thanks for your kind and angry words on my "edgy" post.

Error, you are right when you say that all latino cheese dinners are interchangeable. (You said that, right?)

Big Mike, detectors are indeed installed. Sans batteries, of course, because of a smoky dinner-attempt, but it's a start. Or our end, maybe.

Tim d, Error is indeed coming to NYC to therapize and chaperone, um, ize. And smack the gob once in a while.

12:34 PM  

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