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WHAT TO DO IN NYC// gowanus ballroom







an old friend came into town last night and i thought we were gonna head to a bar. i figured i'd find someone to buy me a drink, there'd be a little flirting, and i'd head home relatively unscathed.

gowanus ballroom is, on foot, nine minutes from where i live now (according to my iPhone map app).

{let me first say that the idea that i am a mere nine minutes from a place where people actually go to spend a saturday night out is revolutionary--thrilling. washington heights had its perks but no way was i getting anyone, ever, to come to me. usually i'd travel 45 minutes or an hour in one direction to get downtown for a real-deal-new-york-city-saturday-night-experience}.

so like i said nine minutes. on foot.

around minute seven i started to get nervous. i crossed the gowanus canal, turned into some sort of parking lot and there were two naked men and marshmallows.

no. not the start of a joke. rather the start (or some part) of a performance art piece.

the gowanus ballroom is, according to its website, "an alternative exhibition space." last night the two-storied space housed an art exhibition featuring a live eel,  a hanging piano, a treehouse (you better believe i climbed the thing--you're only young once), live music, and quite a bit of nudity.

{and at 2 am the hanging piano came crashing down onto the tower of champagne glasses}.

it was not a typical saturday night. there were no phone numbers exchanged. no nuanced flirting from the safety of a barstool. there wasn't even air conditioning. but i wouldn't have traded the experience for anything in the world. because it was just that--an experience. if i'm gonna live in new york i want to do things that can only be done here.

i won't be back every saturday and it won't be the kind of thing i'll bring my brother to when he comes for a visit--he wouldn't be able to make heads from tails of it and there would be quite a lot of guffawing about hipsters. but i will return (carefully choosing my companions when i do).

if you want an experience--an adventure--an only-in-new-york-moment add this to your list.



(and for the instagram user who asked if that's an orb in the fire-breathing photo--hell if i know, but you certainly got the hair on the back of my neck standing straight up). 

on eating burgers again.




i have a long and storied history with hamburgers.

as a child the joke was always that if there was a burger to be had, i'd be the girl to have it.

and then as a girl-in-the-throws-of-womanhood there was this one particular burger shared with this one particular boy growing ever so nicely into manhood. for months thereafter i refused to have another burger--afraid that it'd somehow negate or erase or make less sacred that day and that burger that would never again be.

i think there's this false notion that people recovering from eating disorders turn to a vegetarian or vegan diet because it's about control or restriction or just another way to lose weight.

about this i want to say several things:

1. for some people, i'm quite sure this is true. this is exactly why they turn to it. but not everyone. not even the majority.

2. those who think eliminating meat will lead to weight loss have quite another thing coming. {beef patties are not usually the thing a person binges on}.

3. a vegan diet still allows for the consumption of a lot of crap (over-processed foods, stuff high in sugar) and it does not promise thinness any more than anything else.

4. until you've tried a vegetarian or vegan diet you don't really get to judge either. from the inside of it, it's not about restriction so much as a restructuring--a second look at what we've been taught to believe about food. and it becomes not about what you can't have, but all of the possibilities from within the defined parameters.

in the process of recovering from a knock-down-drag-out fight with a version of bulimia i began reading as much as i could about food and it's meaning and it's place in our culture. i was unwittingly, unknowingly searching for a food culture--a value system because i wasn't sure we have one in this country. and if we did it came from a place of what-we-can't-have.

still to this day i believe the food culture of this country is mostly one of weight-loss (which obviously isn't working because people are getting fatter--though i don't think the point is for it to work so much as it is for people to spend money). and if there is a value system it has little to do with food and everything to do with fat versus thin--versus being the operative word.

and then we've got women versus other women--demonizing large bodies and small bodies alike.

for me the reason i turned to vegetarianism was always one of environmental concern. it was very clear to me that it was the single easiest thing i could do on a daily basis that would positively effect the environment. to say that we should be able to eat whatever we want whenever we want it is an unbelievably selfish notion and in turn, practice. what we eat affects our health and the health of the planet--it affects our limited natural resources, the consumption of oil, the lives of the animals we're consuming.

i went on a first date recently where i asked the guy: who am i to say that my life is more important than the that of the chicken i want to consume? and he responded with: because you're human and the chicken is not. it's as simple as that. maybe it would be that simple if i had to eat that chicken to survive or the chicken was my only option or i knew that chicken hadn't been born and bred for a 28 day life that was nothing but unbearable suffering.

okay, i'm getting off topic.

this is all to say, that i've started to eat meat again, in small amounts. not in moderation (let me be very clear and say small amounts, not in moderation because people who hear or read that word {moderation} interpret it to mean the exact amount that they're consuming something, so small amounts it is).

i am not against eating meat. but i am for local farmers. i am for sourcing food locally.

i was searching for a food culture and eliminating meat gave me one. each and every day the choices i made regarding food felt bigger than me and my vain and false concerns regarding calories and carbs and counting points. but that choice to abstain from meat was made while i was still very much in the throws of coming out of an eating disorder.

and i'm not anymore. and i've come to learn that food culture and its associated value system isn't so black and white. it is not simply to eat meat or not to eat it. it has to be about more than that. it has to be about nourishing ourselves as we nourish the earth. it has to be about investing in local food systems and eating seasonally. it has to be about making more food ourselves and teaching the next generation what food is and where it comes from and why it's important.

so yes, i've started to eat meat again. and the hamburger i had last week at the farm-to-table restaurant just across the street was worth the wait. the best part of it? the juicy, red tomato that tasted like candy (once you've had a tomato that's in season and ripe, how you can ever have another tomato in the dead of winter again is beyond me).

it occurs to me that at some point last week i wrote about how the desire to change my body was the least interesting thing abut me and every other woman i've ever known. in moments like this i become very aware of semantics. what i said holds true, and i will defend that statement until the end. but, it should be noted, that the desire to eat healthier, be healthier, live a more active lifestyle--the desire to seek out a food culture, the endeavor to nourish ourselves with food and information are endlessly interesting and not to be underestimated.

that's all, i really just meant to say the hamburger was damn good.


{the burger was had at prime meats}. if you ever you find yourself in carroll gardens... or anywhere close, go. 






THESE DAYS//
























...the walk from the subway to home brings sheer joy. each. and. every. time.

these are the days i remind myself to breathe deeply. to slow down. to look for the fireflies and to enjoy the small things--the new shoes and freshly painted toes. the ability to pull out on a pen and paper anywhere--on the subway, in the middle of a concert.

these are the days that bright lips and fresh bangs and an air conditioner (that i managed to install all by myself) make all the difference. a full night's sleep, a clean room. these are the things...











WHAT I'M EATING//

cherries

sour pickle

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a good grilled cheese with jalepenos

coconut cookies

homemade latte

as someone who struggled for years and years with an eating disorder, but has now found relative peace, i feel as though there's value in sharing a bit of what i like to put into my body. (if for no other reason than to reveal that there isn't a low-fat, diet food in sight, and even eating all the egg-yolks and cheese i can muster still allows me to have a healthy and happy relationship with what i look like)...

1. i'm not a big fruit person, but for cherries. i love them. and i love that, for the most part, we respect their growing season. for the most part you won't see them in the markets outside the warm summer months. as a child i'd eat as many as i could possibly stand during july and august, not much has changed.

2. i am a snacker. so cherries and pickles and small finger foods are my special purview. there is a stand at the farmer's markets here in ny--divine brine--that makes different sorts of pickles. while i'm not usually a pickle person their sour version is extremely good for our systems. the sour pickles have the right kind of acids that help balance out crappy over-processed foods. and they're loaded with probiotics to boot.

3. i go through phases with food. right now i'm having a love affair with eggs. i cook them in a little bit of butter, add in cheese and for en extra kick, pickled jalepenos. they are, without a doubt, a good start for the day.

4. and then there's grilled cheese which i've been having a love affair with for going on half-a-year now. spelt bread and cheddar cheese (and jalepenos between).

5. i've been experimenting with less sugar these days. these little dark chocolate coconut cookie bites aren't cheap, but they pack a punch. they feel decadent and sweet and each one has only 1g of sugar, which if you think is anything go take a look at how many grams of sugar are in a low-fat, fat-free yogurt (or even a larabar) and then we'll talk.

6. before i moved i promised myself in this new place i would get a latte maker for the kitchen (or as someone once pointed out to me, an espresso maker. thing is though, i use it for lattes, so let's call it that). i found a really reasonably priced one on amazon and knew that i'd make up the cost of it in just about two months considering how often i bought lattes out and about. i can't tell you how happy this contraption makes me. i wake up, turn it on, and then i go about my routine. it takes a little bit of effort to make my beloved coffee drink and i appreciate that. i also appreciate that i can have it any time of the day and it's insta-comfort. i have a beautiful girlfriend who had an eating disorder of her own and from what i can tell she overcame it by cooking dinner as much as possible and drinking wine every time she did so--enjoyment and process. well, i've tried to adopt this attitude myself, but i think if there's been just one thing that has helped me heal, it's a latte. i like the comfort it provides. but more than that it delivers calcium and good fats, and it's the perfect place for me to get some cinnamon into my daily routine (jam packed with stuff that's good for the body). plus, there's no sugar but what's naturally occurring in the milk.

i can now say:





having lived here for just about three weeks, these are the things i now know with relative certainty:


the entire apartment slopes. just a little. it wouldn't really matter but for the fact that the frying pan has a tendency, while cooking my eggs, to slide right off the stove. 


on sunday mornings the church bells peel out a version of danny boy that digs in in such a way as to both haunt and energize. 


there is a point at which smith street runs into fourth place on one side and fifth street on the other. this is important information for anyone coming to visit me. 


there are more coffee shops here than i can count. all locally owned--most small outfits of neighboring restaurants. cafe pedlar, smith canteen, black and gold. 


one of my neighbors suffers from something i've hypothesized as bronchitis or emphysema or a nagging and peculiar sort of cough. i am constantly in fear for the state of his lungs. 


my windows look out on nothing but green. trees that sway and kiss. the street is narrow and decidedly lush. 


i have no dishwasher, no microwave, and get almost no cell service. i am irrationally delighted by each of these things. 


the beer garden across the way is in fact open at one in the morning, middle of the week, should you need to know. 


i wake to birds. and my pace has slowed. 


it is another world here. it is new york, but not. after eight years of manhattan living i have been transported. and the gratitude with which i wake each morning--the absolute wonder that fills me each time i get off the subway and walk down second place borders on unnerving. 


why did i not do this sooner, i think? 


because i wasn't ready. because i wouldn't have known. because i wouldn't have appreciated it for all that it was had i not lived the last eight years just as they were.