restaurante

my picks:
manhattan
cafe gitane - french morrocan
veselka - ukranian 
otafuku - japanese
yakitori taisho - japanese
il corallo trattoria - italian 
cafe habana - cuban, mexican 
waldy's wood-fired pizza 
woorijip - korean (home cooking)
brown cafe - american (brunch!)
le pain quotidien - french (casual)
euzkadi - spanish (regional)
corner bistro - burger 
pomme frittes - belgian 
dinosaur bar-b-que (southern)
serendipity - dessert!
les halles - french 
pio pio - latin (chix)
rice to riches - dessert!
flex mussels -(mussels!)
republic -thai
seva - indian (brunch)
doughnut plant (donut)
australian homemade (ice cream)
rosa mexicano - (guac)




brooklyn:
oasis - middle eastern


queens:
ping's - dimsum
bare burger - burger/american
brick cafe - american (brunch)
omonia cafe - dessert 
sik gaek - korean (wild seafood!)
brazilianville cafe (home cooking)
zenon taverna (greek/mediterranean)
mundo?




long island:
la bottega - italian (panini)
sergio's pizzeria - italian (salad, pasta)

one of the things I'm thinking of doing

my new york (project polaroid)

http://www.flickr.com/photos/myjaine/sets/72157617555580305/

TFF

A day in PARIS from Benoit MILLOT on Vimeo.

kittypod.com

belle and boo

why do i like joan miro?

Bleu II

L'Oro dell' Azzurro

notte sento

no fancy talks. sweet.

Notte Sento (English subtitles) from napdan on Vimeo.

Cine Institute Students Effort from Ciné Institute on Vimeo.

i love picasso

photos from: http://www.thefineartcompany.co.uk

Muse

38°C

It is Saturday.

Yes. I am home. Sun was up. My perfect wish! Lovely morning. I was home.

Too many things in mind -to do, i like, to have, i want, to go, ...all to's and i's combined. Jumbled up. I sighed and smiled. I am having a moment of me.

I was on the train last night. Same exact moment - ideas, dreams, plans, time, and all those that stem from brain's secured memory space. Like that of subconscious trip - strong as a brandy. Pronto! I caught myself back to writing. It's like my tobacco addiction. Must grab something to write on. I have to draw it in letters. Give birth to it, smoke it.

I am dining solo, my miso ramyon. No desire to go out. I had to continue musing in the kitchen though. I meant to jog and yoga but wasn't there to fly out. It'll come right in timing tomorrow. Ruminating moment like this gets to me regardless. It is in my system --too overwhelming sometimes. Yet, it synchronizes me to who I am. Myself, after engulfed by legions of influences. Pause on a long winding run is my digital gismo --seeing where I am. I had to pause. And that is now.

And so, I paused. I need to pull over. A friend from work said " I only live once". This is true-blue! This is a knock to a hibernating mammal. That is me.

Damn thinking, I had five nesting years in New York! I should be enjoying my four hours past work for something! Look back, how was it? The grave question to ask. Captured: Fun artsy summer days, culinary scenes, outdoors, roommates, green vida, random, city zest, me myself and I. They were good. But I can't be repeating them over and over these years. I am twenty-seven. I will do more. I will have plenty for my memoir.

There is ample outside of my abode, my nest, zone. I will attract energies to unstuck pots of "want to do's and to be's." I am ready for it. No complacency.

Adios inertia.

Miranda July

My New York City