HEY JAY! LOOK I'M POSTING (finally).

I've been away for a while, but only because the world wasn't ready for my particular brand of wit and sarcasm (e.g. that Obama post from way back when. I mean seriously, I voted for the guy. AND NOW LOOK AT HIM... winning Nobel Peace Prizes. [Babetron, will you please edit my capitalization and punctuation?] Sorry folks, I went to public school... IN ORACLE, ARIZONA. Look it up. We had gangs. It was tough being a white kid. I was valedictorian, but only because I slept with the science teacher. Joking. Totally joking. She was hideous.)

If I didn't do that parentheses trick right I'm sorry. It's been a while since calculus. (I can do derivatives. I was valedictorian of my jr. high in case you are bad at reading.)

Anyway, I love that "Gold Digger" jam. It's ridiculously off the hook. And having lived in Chicago (SOUTH SIDE) I feel like I should certainly support Kanye. But, the guy is amazingly ridiculous. Can we please laugh at him and then go back to busting out some funky jams. Seriously... that song is amazing.

Also if you are wondering why I do not post more often... I AM GOING THROUGH A MORAL DILEMMA. (Not a diorama. Those include a lot more dinosaurs and vinegar + baking soda volcanoes.) I think blogs are a narcissistic stage for the self-important to proclaim their insignificant observations/victories/milestones.

Just kidding interwebs. I love you. Can I has cheeseburger? (Seriously, Babetron ... that last sentence is OK.)

So, why have I decided to revisit this rapidly decaying medium? BECAUSE... I miss you. I still hold firm that YouTube is the one quasi-successful example of anarchy. I have listened to a lot of Propaghandi and as much as I love the idea of (A)narchy (that is supposed to be an "A" with a circle around it) I know of few political ideals (I'm looking at YOU communism), anarchy included, that work as well in practice as anarchy vis-a-vis YouTube.  (If I need to explain this to you, please feel free to comment. I am an argumentative mother effer. [Is that cool? I know a couple of moms who read this blog. I'm not trying to teach your kids bad language.])

In short, if I have any knowledge to drop on the world it is this:

  * If you are living in Chicago and not going to every single Gossip show you can afford you are doing it wrong.
  * Please put in "Hank Williams III" into Pandora
(the Greek myth is way cooler). You will not be sad at the gluttony of jams that spring forth.
  * The only good turtle is turtle soup. -Shredder


I have a lot more knowledge to drop, but you are not ready for it.

Also, Babetron is seriously cute and does not dabble in such ridiculous trolling. So please don't blame her for any comments my A.I. programming has made me contribute to the interwebs.

-Tybot.

p.s. Jay... we should get into a full fledged argument about politics. I am going through a major paradigm shift. I don't think we should have elected leaders. We should resort to gladiator arenas to find the strongest and most capable. No seriously, what's so great about the electoral college? (You can't even get a degree. I've tried.*)   *babetron/editor's note: puh-dum, ching.

new york, new york

as i have been reminded this morning, our blog is out of date again. carbon is a lot bigger now, and ty and i have returned from our two-week new york trip. a few favorite pics from our fortnight vacation from real life:

outside the Met.

ty's performance art piece. (he has performed this routine multiple times now, and with various victims, though i believe i've been the only audience of the display until now.)

                           

the remains:

carbon

we have a puppy! 

his name is carbon. he's tiny and prances on grass like a little deer. (happy early birthday to me -- thanks, tybot best husband ever.) for the record, ty still says he loves the succulents more than the birds AND the puppy, but i think carbon is slowly winning him over. 

this is really how he sleeps. i melted. 

and since tybot will probably bring it up if i don't, yes, i did buy him in a grocery store parking lot while returning a RedBox dvd, with no prior intention of coming home with a puppy. most impulsive purchase i've ever made, hands down.

if you didn't already have an excuse to come visit us (even you chicago friends) now you do: we have a guest bedroom *and* a baby canine.

Pommes Frites

this post is purely an exclamation of excitement at the latest to-do on tybot's and my new york city "must" list. (for context, we're flying out there in july for our dear friend allison's wedding to lucky-as-all-getout paul and we cannot wait.)

the newest addition: Pommes Frites in the east village.

the e-mail that sold me on it (copyright allison 2009):

I just put Pommes Frites down on your list of places to go.  It just sells french fries.  Because of this, I didn't think you'd give it due weight if it were just listed on the list.  So I'm just e-mailing to underscore the importance of going:

 

1)  It has the best french fries you'll ever eat.  They're unlike any other french fries you'll ever eat.  It also has something like 50 delicious, one-of-a-kind ketchups, mayonnaises, and other sauces.  In sum, though they may just sell french fries, they sell french fries.

 

2)  It's in the east village, which is a very fun, hip, lively neighborhood, one that I highly recommend just wandering around in.  (I'll also give you the address of a basement used-book and records store and a bar with skee-ball, just in case you feel like you need destinations as you wander to pull you in different areas of the village).

 

3)  The east village is grimy, which I've only begun to appreciate.  I used to think that the city needed a good washing, but now I revel in its grime.  Pommes Frites is also appropriately grimy.  They've been frying french fries in that place for a very, very long time. 

 

4)  The french fries come in paper cones.  The old wooden (grimy, see above) tables and skinny, skinny bar against the wall have holes drilled into them, perfect for cone of french fries.

 

5)  It's a tiny place.  It's a wonder that they can do much much good (and sell enough french fries to stay open) in such a small space.

 

6)  My officemate used to go there with Keith Richard's son.  It's near an old, famous concert hall that's now a bank.  Thus, it's very rich in musical history.

 

7)  At something like less than $5, it's a steal for a meal (if you don't mind eating just fries) or a good snack when you're tired from wandering.

 

Also, can I get your address?

*****

let the countdown begin!

l'amore.

valentine's day at la caille. tres magnifique.

p.s. more updates to come. 

(we're overdue.)