My laundry...I wish I had a butler

This is my laundromat, the place everyone hates and yet nearly no one can do without. It's a block away from our apartment, and yet it might as well be a mile away when I've got a load of soiled clothing slung over my back. I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it. And yet I can't live without it.

This particular facility doesn't get you with the wash, rather they screw you with the dryers. They have a brilliant marketing department which realizes that a person can leave if the washers are too expensive, but no one is going to carry wet clothing to the cheapest dryer. Once you wash, you're stuck.

At least it's clean, spacious and usually quiet - but c'mon... 25¢ for 6 minutes is like bending us over and probing our asses for quarters. It's painful!

Anyway, I don't like doing laundry to begin with, so you'll have to forgive me for my dour mood. Oops. Time to stick another quarter in the dryer.

Ye Ole Devil Moon

So here we are at our favorite restaurant; The Old Devil Moon. It's a highly eclectic place dedicated to the pursuit of authentic southern cuisine. Collard greens, cornbread with black-eyed peas, chicken fried steak...it's all here. The best part is that everything can be made vegetarian. It's the only place I know of within the city to get a proper plate of tofu.

It's the kind of place where every one of the patrons has at least one tattoo, and perhaps even a piercing or two. You won't find guys in polos with their collars turned up, and girls with glitter on their faces are turned away at the door. I love it for this very reason: no fakes allowed.

Anyway, just thought I'd share a bit of our life here.

Time to start again...again

I've been doing a great deal of blog reading over the past couple months, but very little writing. I've got this fantastic tool (the Treo), and yet I woefully underappreciate its capabilities. Additionally, after writing what amounted to three emails with the same content, I realize it's easier to just write it once and post it for everyone to see. Besides, that way I have a copy for my own posterity.

the picture is just something I ran across while walking the beat of the East Village. You really have no idea what you'll see here each and every day.