I finally kicked Blondie out, and helped her set up her own blog, so I could have mine back. Check it out: iamblondie.blogspot.com
As for me, I'm going to try to steer this space back to it's roots: my photography, recommended music, and strange tales of living in the City. So hopefully tomorrow I can get you some of all three.
Until then, enjoy this Song of the Day. It took me going to Hawaii and DC to get into a hometown anthem, but Jay-Z's new single "Empire State of Mind" is just fuckin' great. I missed NYC a whole helluva lot, and it's great to be back in the City with the Giants rolling and Fall just beginning to hit. I'm not a hip-hop guy at all (shocking, I know), but I can't argue against a pop gem because of genre:
Showing posts with label blondie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blondie. Show all posts
Blondie Gets Her Own
This will be my last guest post on the MNLJ. I am embarking on my own blog, something I never thought I would enjoy until the MNLJ made me do this. Highlights to come in order of appearance:
1. My Final Days Here
2. Month or two of severe seasonal depression when I leave this tropical paradise. Location: New Haven, CT
3. BC/Notre Dame Game in Chicago: Sequel to Lindsay & Conor’s wedding?? I sure hope so because we all had a feeling that that night was a good, good night.
4. Costa Rica: MNLJ & I are jet-set there in November for close friend Liza’s wedding
5. Becca & Steve’s First Hosting of a Family Thanksgiving in HOTlanta
LAST BUT NOT LEAST:
Gus: I am getting a puppy after Thanksgiving. He will be a pug and he will be awesome.
COMING SOON: http://iamblondie.blogspot.com/
Blonde and Dangerous
Day 5:
Without the MNLJ around, I haven’t been hitting the booze much (we drank for 16 days straight so this hiatus is welcomed with open arms) which means I am able to do things on Sunday morning that involve physical activity. Things I wouldn’t even fathom doing back East after say, a 7AM night at Mona’s like the MNLJ had on Saturday night…he was in bed after me WITH the 6 hour time change.
So this fine Sunday I decided it was time to run the Ke Ala Hele Makalae Path. It is 4.1 miles from end to end so 8.2 if you go there and back. The path wraps around the ‘Coconut Coast’ which comprises the Eastern shore of Kauai. I woke up to the roosters cooing at 6:20 AM, had a delightful bowl of yogurt with papaya & honey-roasted macadamia nuts, hopped in the ‘stang and hit the road. With Bob Marley resonating from my car’s dope sound system and my blonde pony blowing in the wind, I drove 20 miles to the head of the trail:
A few noteworthy things happened during this epic undertaking:
1) I was off to a great start. This was by far the most beautiful and breathtaking run I had ever been on. Winding turns brought me around and through private beaches and I got a front row view of many ridiculous ocean-front mansions. I was thinking to myself, is this what running is like in Heaven? I felt like I was floating, light as a feather….until I realized that the floating feeling was more like light-headedness and that I no longer was in Heaven, I was overheating, much like you would do if you were running in Hell. Luckily I was hitting mile 4 which brought me back to my car where I dumped a Nalgene’s worth of H20 over my head,. I proceeded to drink another full Nalgene while contemplating quitting but put my best (left) foot forward and carried on for the 2nd half.
2) Along the way I passed signs like this:
Lesson here: When rocks are falling, dance like Blondie:
3) I also saw things like this:
4) And to top it off I saw this around mile 6:
You may be wondering why this is a noteworthy spotting…a trailer with the word Unlimited on the side?? Well the humor here is that this was my office for the past 5 weeks. It was towed from the St. Regis parking lot on Friday (an eye-sore such as this is no longer welcome on the property – hotshots from Starwood ordered it gone before the employees started). I have noticed that the Hawaiian culture is not one of urgency so my guess is that the tow driver decided to stop for a surf and never picked it back up. Classic.
5) I trekked on in the 88 degree blazing sun for the final 2 miles, passing many a bikers, joggers, and walkers, most of whom offered up an “aloha”. I leave you with a final victory fist pump back at the ‘stang. I lived to tell the story of the 8.2 mile journey along the Ke Ala Hele Makalae Path.
Mahalo!
Without the MNLJ around, I haven’t been hitting the booze much (we drank for 16 days straight so this hiatus is welcomed with open arms) which means I am able to do things on Sunday morning that involve physical activity. Things I wouldn’t even fathom doing back East after say, a 7AM night at Mona’s like the MNLJ had on Saturday night…he was in bed after me WITH the 6 hour time change.
So this fine Sunday I decided it was time to run the Ke Ala Hele Makalae Path. It is 4.1 miles from end to end so 8.2 if you go there and back. The path wraps around the ‘Coconut Coast’ which comprises the Eastern shore of Kauai. I woke up to the roosters cooing at 6:20 AM, had a delightful bowl of yogurt with papaya & honey-roasted macadamia nuts, hopped in the ‘stang and hit the road. With Bob Marley resonating from my car’s dope sound system and my blonde pony blowing in the wind, I drove 20 miles to the head of the trail:
the beautiful beginning
A few noteworthy things happened during this epic undertaking:
1) I was off to a great start. This was by far the most beautiful and breathtaking run I had ever been on. Winding turns brought me around and through private beaches and I got a front row view of many ridiculous ocean-front mansions. I was thinking to myself, is this what running is like in Heaven? I felt like I was floating, light as a feather….until I realized that the floating feeling was more like light-headedness and that I no longer was in Heaven, I was overheating, much like you would do if you were running in Hell. Luckily I was hitting mile 4 which brought me back to my car where I dumped a Nalgene’s worth of H20 over my head,. I proceeded to drink another full Nalgene while contemplating quitting but put my best (left) foot forward and carried on for the 2nd half.
2) Along the way I passed signs like this:
watch out!
Lesson here: When rocks are falling, dance like Blondie:
you can also yell out a woo or two
3) I also saw things like this:
just your average hawaiian sitting in a tree, not an unusual sighting
4) And to top it off I saw this around mile 6:
You may be wondering why this is a noteworthy spotting…a trailer with the word Unlimited on the side?? Well the humor here is that this was my office for the past 5 weeks. It was towed from the St. Regis parking lot on Friday (an eye-sore such as this is no longer welcome on the property – hotshots from Starwood ordered it gone before the employees started). I have noticed that the Hawaiian culture is not one of urgency so my guess is that the tow driver decided to stop for a surf and never picked it back up. Classic.
5) I trekked on in the 88 degree blazing sun for the final 2 miles, passing many a bikers, joggers, and walkers, most of whom offered up an “aloha”. I leave you with a final victory fist pump back at the ‘stang. I lived to tell the story of the 8.2 mile journey along the Ke Ala Hele Makalae Path.
shortly before this picture was taken, a dread-locked hippie by the name of judah introduced himself to me and asked in a pot-induced haze if my car was fast. when I replied ‘yes’ he said “coooool, see you around” and kept on walking
Mahalo!
Guest Post: Blondie Tells Her Side
Blondie here, making my first guest appearance on the MNLJ show. It has been 4 days since the MNLJ left and besides crying myself to sleep every night, I have been quite busy. Since he did a fantastic job documenting our lovely 2 weeks in Paradise together, I will not bother recapping any of it. So below is an update of what I have been up to sans the MNLJ.
Day 1: Wept in bed all day…didn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, you get the gist.
PYSCH!
Woke up 6 am, ran 7 miles, went to work, yelled at a bunch of people, hit the beach for a sunset swim, made myself a tropical burger and retired to episode 1 of My So Called Life (MSCL) on Hulu. I forgot how phenomenal that show was:
Skip to Day 4:
Saturday morning I took a trip to the Hanalei Farmer’s Market. How I love fresh fruit and veggies. These beautiful pink things are called Dragon Fruit:
After filling up my satchel I headed into work for a few hours then took a drive to one of my favorite beaches and spent the afternoon swimming/sunbathing. Came home to a big fresh salad and retired to episode 2 of MSCL, drooling over Jordan:
Second guest appearance will be featured tomorrow. Mahalo!
Day 1: Wept in bed all day…didn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, you get the gist.
PYSCH!
Woke up 6 am, ran 7 miles, went to work, yelled at a bunch of people, hit the beach for a sunset swim, made myself a tropical burger and retired to episode 1 of My So Called Life (MSCL) on Hulu. I forgot how phenomenal that show was:
jordan catalano is so dreamy. i forgot how much i loved early 90’s plaid.
Skip to Day 4:
Saturday morning I took a trip to the Hanalei Farmer’s Market. How I love fresh fruit and veggies. These beautiful pink things are called Dragon Fruit:
yum!
After filling up my satchel I headed into work for a few hours then took a drive to one of my favorite beaches and spent the afternoon swimming/sunbathing. Came home to a big fresh salad and retired to episode 2 of MSCL, drooling over Jordan:
yum again!
Second guest appearance will be featured tomorrow. Mahalo!
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