Incase you were wondering…

They grind their own beef.

Do to the lack of the Internet service over the past few days, I haven’t been able to post. So to make it up to you, I give you the photograph of the “We Grind Our Own Beef” restaurant… you are welcome.

I’m not normally on the Lower East Side but my new yoga class is on St. Marks Street, a pretty sweet part of town that’s… well, kind of trippy. While on my way to the class that will make me topple over in due to my lack of balance, skill, and grace, I passed by this local burger joint. I thought to myself that I was glad that I now have this new bit of information about the beef grinding and I knew it would make a huge impact in my day… that’s a lie. It won’t. However, I was happy to find out that after an hour yoga class I can run across the street, get a few piercings, a quick tattoo and devour a delicious home ground beef burger all on the same block.

You know your mouth is watering.

p.s. Please note how awesome that cow is!

They’re Here!

Last week I ordered my new Five Finger shoes. And today they came!

Can I run in them? Yes. Can I do Yoga? Yes. Can I hike and climb and swim in these babies? Yes. Is my best friend annoyed at the mere sight of them? YES! (which in my opinion is an added bonus) In my attempt to get healthier this year, I am planning on running a few races with friends of mine. So in order to get ready for these healthier changes, I got these new shoes and a yoga mat. Now that I’m equipped with… well, my “equipment”, I will be attending my first Hot Yoga class tomorrow after work. I’ve done Yoga before, but never “Hot Yoga”. They’re going to be cranking up the heat up to about 90 degrees and make you sweat it out while doing ridicules poses… oh and don’t forget to breath.

So anyway, if you interested in learning more about these awesome shoes that define all of my lovely toes, go to this website:

http://www.vibramfivefingers.com/barefoot-sports/

You’ll looove them too.

Super Bowl!!!!

Well, if you’re a true blooded American.. or a ½ blooded American... or someone just here , you were probably watching the Supper Bowl last night. I hope you enjoyed the pizza, the ½ time show (oh Fergie Ferg), the game, and of course, the commercials. I must say, the one with the kid dressed like Darth Vader was one of my favorites. Oh and the one where the Doritos bringing things back to life…. Classic.

Any who, this picture has nothing to do with the supper bowl. Sorry true blooded Americans.

It is however; a picture is a giant Hulk, wrapped in a tarp in an ally. Obviously.

Just for Kicks

Sickness has taken over my body, and I have been in bed for pretty much most of the day. So, instead of taking a picture of the inside of my messy apartment, I leave you with a photo that I took a while ago in Salem, Massachusetts.

I know, it’s weird… that’s why I took it.

Enjoy.

And behind door #11….

I know today’s picture is a door, just a normal door. And it’s not even a great picture of a door. But what I want to tell you about is not the door itself, but what is be hind it, and the answer is…..

A Rooster…

Yes , I said a rooster..

...a living, breathing, crowing animal which you normally find on a farm. Did I mention that it likes to make loud noises at early hours of the morning? It does. At first, I didn’t believe it was a rooster and thought I was making up noises in my head. Then I thought it was just a rooster alarm clock continually being snoozed. Then my doubts were laid to rest one morning when I was walking down the stairs. Apartment 11’s door opened and although I did not see the bird with my eyes, the sounds were loud, real, and clearly identified as farm birds crowing, bawking and flapping wings. I stopped in hesitation for a few brief seconds in slight disbelief and considered for a moment, which Arrested Development chicken impersonation would be the best for this situation.

You may ask, “Wait, I thought you live in the city?” Yes, you are correct. I do live in the city. I live in a big, crowed city, in a pre war building, up 4 flights of stairs…above a rooster.

…. Am I alone in this?

Covered in Ice

This morning, I woke to the sounds of freezing rain hitting my window. Then I walked out into the freezing rain, wadded in curbside puddles and climbed over mountains of piled snow with an inch thick layers of ice over everything. I walked about a block or so and thought, “Nope… in need rain boots”. So I slipped back up to the slippery top of my block and walked back up the 4 floors to my apartment and changed my normal boots for a pair of waterproof rain boots to take on the rugged terrain. Then headed back out onto the sheet of ice that was my sidewalk. All the while, thinking…. I wish I were in my warm bed. But alas, I made it to work and made it back home after work.

I bested you ice! I walked all over you today and you did not affect me… ­victory!

… Although because of your low temperatures and constant precipitation, I’m now sick….

You win ice…. You win.

Question: What to do with an old sock…

Answer: …you throw it out.

OR you could do what these ladies did and make a living out of it.

I was walking down the street and I came across these women setting up shop on the curb. I asked if they would mind if I grabbed a quick picture of their stand and they were nice enough to let me. Now you may think, “Kyle, (an old Boy Meets World reference) why would I want to keep an old sock around?” I’ll tell you why. Because you can make a sock puppet out of it… or better yet, you can just throw yours out, give the nice ladies on 86^th & Broadway $30-$50 and buy one that is already made for you with a clean sock. Ah yes… behold the difference, a clean sock... and they have those fun googly eyes, which I feel is the difference between a sock puppet and SOCK PUPPET!

Well-done sock puppeteers! Well-done!