Spring, summer … whatever you call it, it’s come very late to Colorado. I thought I’d escaped without being felled by seasonal allergies, but instead, it seems I’ve been kneecapped by them.
I took my daughters to New York for spring break to look at colleges. On our visit to Manhattan to see NYU (very nice but way too big and diffuse for my western suburbanites), I insisted on a Mom’s view of Manhattan tour – that is, walking absolutely everywhere. So we shlepped on foot from Grand Central to Washington Square Park (where lunch at Otto was a deserved reward for said shlepping); and of course, shlepped back to catch our train back to Westchester.
Epicurious just served me this ad:
My friend Nancy has been blogging about the ubiquitous “-licious” suffix for years. She’s even got a category for “licious” on her blog. Well, someone has one-upped all those folks who were too timid to go whole hog for licious alone; I present you Licious Organics:
We need more snow, but that didn’t stop us from heading to the mountains for the MLK weekend. Some good skiing, some good dining (mostly thanks to yours truly – try this for a crowd-pleaser), and some interesting branding.
Rewined Candles. Discarded wine bottles transformed into candle holders that hold wine-scented candles. From reading about them on Dooce to tweeting about them to opening my blogging program – maybe three minutes? That’s how much I love the Rewined Candles name and concept – so much that I can hardly craft complete sentences. They get bonus points for a stylish and clever logo too; it conveys the recycled aspect of the product yet is tasteful and classy at the same time:
Florence Nightingale here got the chance to escape the convalescing and now healthy patients for a weekend with good friends in Las Vegas. Now, I hate Vegas for myriad reasons, not the least of which is that you’re guaranteed to see someone smoking while wearing an oxygen tank and sitting at a slot machine. Everything in the suitcase needs laundering when you get back, and you’ve got a nagging cough that just wasn’t there before you inhaled a lifetime’s worth of secondary smoke in one weekend. But hey, good food and drink and good friends – it was worth it.
Another INTA Annual Meeting has come and gone. I think it was my 14th, but you do reach a “but who’s counting?” overload. We had a great time (that’s not just me affecting the royal “we”; both Levy trademark lawyers attended) seeing new and old friends; lunching with my sister at one of DC’s most charming restaurants on perhaps its prettiest street; enjoying the oxygen-rich air that energized the pace of our strolling through the District; attending lively sessions (especially those where Professor Tushnet was participating); and socializing aggressively, i.e., plenty of cocktails. My humblest apologies again to Marty for showing up late to the Meet the Bloggers event, but better late than never.
I like stupid wordplay as much as the next guy, and this one has tickled me since we moved to Denver: