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Welcome, Winter

Supposedly, we'll be getting our first snow tonight -- right in time for Christmas tree buying tomorrow morning!

32 today

it's true...

goal for the year: simplify.

Forbidden Fruit

The Prof and I decided to have a mall day a few weekends ago and spend the many gift cards we'd generously been given for the wedding.

Game plan: To "shop without spending"

We did our returns and/or purchases in other stores and ended up at Williams Sonoma, the mecca of taste tests and expensive kitchen products. After perusing our registry, the decision came down to either a saucepan or a santoku knife. Then I saw...

 

OH MAH GAWD.

Of course, if anyone is a complete and obvious marketing target for the Kitchenaid 90th Anniversary Limited Edition stand mixer, it's moi. I don't cook, the thing has major hype, and a specially produced glass bowl like the mixers of old. Did I mention the commemorative logo, or that the machines are "assembled with pride in Greenville, Ohio?"

As I pawed the mixer's shiny candy apple red finish, I knew, I MUST HAVE THIS OBJECT. I begged, I tried the "birthday-and-Christmas-present-combined" tactic (reserved for very special bartering occasions, usually with Dad-orelli,) I even almost teared up...but The Prof seemed unmoved.

His comment: "You don't bake."
My reply: "Well, I don't cook either but has that stopped me from buying the majority of our kitchen items?

I am not proud to admit, but I think we had our first married fight over the whole thing right there in the store. I huffed, The Prof puffed, we called truce over some beers at The Cheesecake Factory...and we got the pot and knife instead. I forgot about the whole thing, but did feel badly about our scuffle. My newlywed badge was tarnished, with not even a month gone.

Two nights later, I came home and went back to the kitchen. There on the table...

The Prof came up behind me while my mouth gaped open in shock. "I'm sorry that we fought over something so ridiculous; I went back and got you the mixer."

Apologies, other wifeys -- but I think I made the catch of the century when I married MY hubs.
(p.s. I said that I was very sorry too.)

Mini-moooooon

The Prof and I are one week + a day in with this whole "marriage" thing and, so far --- not gonna lie -- it's wonderful. Hopefully we'll get shots from the wedding photographer this week, but until then, some photos of our mini-moon to the New York Finger Lakes wine region.

Do I like to drink wine?

We headed to Naples, NY, from PA a day later than planned because we wanted to help my parents disassemble and clean up as much as possible and, well, we were pooped from all the festivities.

DAY 1, Naples NY, Lake Canandaigua
Driving from PA, enjoying a relaxing start at the delightful Bristol Views B&B

DAY 2, Naples NY, Canandaigua Lake / Wintour Falls NY, Seneca Lake
Visiting some local wineries, trying to get to the bottom of the "grape pie" phenomenon, delish dinner at Stonecat Cafe

DAY 3, Wintour Falls NY, Seneca Lake / Ithaca NY, Cayuga Lake
* HAPPY 32nd BIRTHDAY TO MY HUSBAND!*
Hiking at Watkins Glen, amazing meal at Moosewood Cafe courtesy of Cho+Bobby+Linc+Cabell (a wedding present!)

DAY 4, Ithaca NY, Cayuga Lake / Syracuse NY
Trying to find Ithaca's best coffee shop for morning java, lunch at Dinosaur BBQ with Brother Jim, driving back to The Bean

Two Weeks

Out in the Bean (for only a few beans)

With the whole "economic situation" happening out there, Mark has taken to sending me lists of fun yet bargain activities in Boston. A few of my favorites from here and here (both via Boston.com):

$5 Community Classes at Back Bay Yoga
90 minutes long, five days a week, with a price tag that might actually force me to relax

(image from Back Bay Yoga's web site)

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A Veally Good Deal from G'Vanni's in North End
Two meals, one bottle of wine, $29.99 M-F 12-6 and S-S 12-5
(then walk the Rose Fitzgerald Greenway, "a series of four parks connecting the North End, the Wharf District, Dewey Square, and Chinatown")

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Weekday Lounging at the Colonnade Hotel's Rooftop Pool
Where else can you sun, swim, people watch and sight see for 30 bucks?
(I've always wanted to check this place out.)

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The Irish Heritage Trail
Note to self: You are marrying a 100% Irish American, time to study up

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Camping on the Boston Harbor Islands
$8 per state resident/night...but you gotta make a reservation, leave being the alcohol and fireworks, and don't forget to factor in the ferry fees

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Salsa like it's warm outside with the Havana Club
Two hours of lessons, three hours of dancing afterward, partner not required, $12 = Um, YES!

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See stars at the Coit Observatory and Harvard Center for Astrophysics
Both places have free nights open to the public

Weekend of Labor (and Leisure)

The past looong weekend seemed to hold so much time that I managed to cram in a ton of fun and productive activities...

On Friday night, The Prof and I bid a fond adieu to his friend Beth as she prepared to begin her adventure in the Princeton Libraries (starting today!) As a tribute to 'DaVille, we brought Dial-a-Pizza; the pie was a hit -- and gone before I could snag a slice. Beth had a bookshelf of "free" items that partygoers could take (great idea to shed belongings pre-move,) and we got a vegetarian one pot recipe book, which I'm excited to try come fall.

Saturday morning, I headed to Sofra in Cambridge solo to meet up with Half Pint, Mr. Car, and baby Will P. Unfortunately, the bakery was mobbed and didn't have any tables, just benches along the windows (not so baby friendly;) we met at Vicki Lee's instead for some breakfast goodies. Will Parker slept the entire time <le sigh> but I was happy to visit with the slightly tired parents and see their new VW Jetta sports wagon, which I now covet after Mr. Car showed off the massive amount of cargo space.

The bright Sunday morning offered the perfect day to head out to Walden Pond with the Dairy Queen/Skydiving in Stilettos. We hung out, swam (her,) read wedding planning books (me,) and just enjoyed the uniquely New England-ness of our surroundings. The evening brought a cookout at The Prof's friend NPY's apartment, where we finally got to play Wii! After a little drumming in Rock Band and a few sets of tennis, I declared that if The Prof registers at Home Depot, then I'm making my wild card location Best Buy. The only things on my registry will be a Wii and Wii accessories.

When I woke up on Monday, Friday seemed about 100 years ago -- not a bad thing. The Prof and I suited up and went to meet Cho and the BBK for a little adventure at Good Harbor Beach in Gloucester. The weather cooperated perfectly again, and watching the BBK manically run into the waves and back onto shore in concentric circles, stopping only to bring little handfuls of saltwater to his mouth and take a hearty lick (how much do I love this kid?), I had to admit the weekend worked New England's trifecta on me: great weather, beautiful scenery, fun activities. I don't often admit the thought, but sometimes I simply love living in Boston. There, I typed the words, put it in your pocket for the next six months (during which time I'll be bitterly hating the winter weather. Harumph.)

The day ended with hot dogs in Rockport, car washing at home, beers on the porch, planting some mums for fall, and a delicious dinner while watching Season 3 of Lost. What a life, sometimes...what   a   life.

Rockport Harbor

 

Peg Leg Inn or Motel Peg Leg? Guess that choice depends on preference and means.

 

End-of-summer garden

Day(s) Away

This afternoon, we saw Mom-orelli off at Logan Airport, and came back to resume "normal" life. Having taken Thursday and Friday on vacation from work, I feel like I haven't sat at my desk in months (which is kind of a great feeling, actually.) As usual, I got so sad saying goodbye to my mom, having her around is always a total treat, both because we are so close and also because she spoils me rotten.

My mom requested a "relaxed" visit this time around, so I only planned one out-of-town jaunt, to Portsmouth, New Hampshire. We drove up on Saturday and spent a few hours walking around, seeing the sights, having beer and apps, and enjoying the sunshine. I'd definitely go back to check out the Isles of Shoals, Strawberry Banke Museum, and maybe even stay at the "Grand Dame of the Sea."

All of the photos from our day away here on my Flickr photostream.

 

Letterpress n' Things

A little over a month ago, I finally got to take a drive out the Northern MA way to visit Letterpress Things. The morning itself was slightly grey and the drive a bit monotonous, but well worth the effort when I met John Barrett, proprietor of all things letterpressed. On certain weekends, he opens his third floor warehouse space up so that typophiles (is that even a word? Well, you know what I mean) like myself can sift through his giant collection of type cuts, presses, cases, and supplies. The Prof and I have tried to make the trip to LPT two times before, once thwarted by other plans and once by a snowstorm. We lucked out this time, though, because the morning we did happen to go to Chicopee, it was just us and John for most of our three hour visit.

John runs a printshop during the week, but LPT is his real passion, and he not only gave us the full tour but also did an impromptu demonstration back in the print shop, where we inked up a press and I got to pull my first print! Luckily, The Prof was there to photograph the whole momentous occasion...

Here's a little description of our process (I'm remembering the best I can, so please excuse if something is in the wrong order.)

Step 1: Pick out something to print
In our case, John chose a kicky little parrot, which we ended up using over my Swiss-looking cut of two children because it had better metal.

Step 2: Lock the type into the case
This step involves arranging a bunch of little pieces of wood to steady the type (or parrot) and locking everything tight with a key.

Step 3: Ink the plate
Pretty self-explanatory, except that the ink was pretty sticky and concentrated. Luckily, I have a light touch.

Ink smear on plate, how very Pollock, no?

After spreading the ink on the plate, you've got to turn the plate and run the rollers over it a bunch of times to get everything coated to the right consistency. John said that it kind of sounded like rolling wet paint onto a wall (it did) and that as a person letterpresses more, s/he knows when the ink is exactly at the perfect consistency by sound alone.

Step 4: Lock in the chase
Basically, we got the whole metal/wood thingy-ma-bob and slid it into the press.

John makes an adjustment to the guides so we don't crush the expensive little pieces in the big metal press.

Inking the type/parrot...

Step 5: The proof
Before you just "take it there", a proof is pressed to check ink coverage and positionng. This is when I first got to see the positive impression of our parrot; I'll call him Morty.

Step 6: (Deep Breath) Pulling a print

Here I am, pulling my first print of Morty. I guess most people don't have a photographer front and center to capture this moment, but luckily The Prof was there. Now we can look at this foto and remember the exact second when I stopped sinking all of my auxiliary money into Catherine Holm pots from Ebay and instead started amassing letterpress things.

Me and Morty; could I look more eerily excited?

Morty immediately after his "birth."

Karate Kid and my letterpress Mr. Miyagi (he said I was a natural.)

I loved my time at Letterpress Things and am planning to buy a press there, a little Kelsey that is in the process Mr. Barrett and start my new hobby -- as an amateur letterpresser. Wootie-woot!!!

Look, we even made the LPT blog! (click on "continue" to read, and look at some more fotos of LPT here.)

Blogorelli from the Block

Although I'd prefer to find the doppelgänger of this perfecto house near Boston and just move in, I'm anticipating more than a struggle to locate even another apartment (if we must). Finding an acceptable house in the right price range? A maybe impossible task. Hurumph.

I've been doing some initial research, and thought I may have found a possible developing neighborhood with lower priced housing nearby to Roslindale: Hyde Park. Like Roslindale, Hyde Park is part of the Main Streets program which revitalizes communities. Residents of the area can access a few commuter rail stops, it used to have a thriving central business district, and the area still maintains some of its notable Victorian architecture. Supposedly, the artists are moving in, and I found at least one promising restaurant.

The excitement dispersed when The Prof came home and told me a co-worker of his who lives in The Ros said moving to many places in Hyde Park would be like living, as Elvis so notably sang, "in the ghetto." Still, I'm interested in the developing artists' lofts.

"The chronicles of Westinghouse Plaza deliver a tale of American industry and technological progress. Originally built in 1908, the many buildings that encompass the property have served a variety of industrial roles ranging from the development of aircraft to the manufacturing of crank shafts for the US Navy in World War II. At one point, over 5,000 people worked three shifts at the site, some in buildings with the windows painted opaque to ensure the black-out conditions.

Over the decades, Westinghouse altered its focus and developed other contemporary technologies. Although Westinghouse long ago sold the property, to this day, the vibrant life of the buildings has continued to provide a place for companies to build, create and provide services. An example of the diversity of members of the Plaza is one of the largest uses at the site: The School of the Pacific Rim, a charter school, one of the best in the country.

Today, the vibrant property is transforming again. One of the largest buildings on site, Building C, a 120,000 square foot three-story building, is about to become a living/working artist community."

I'm always game to learn about the history of nearby places and drive by, check things out...so long as that "drive by" is of the Sunday afternoon variety!