The Pitter Patter of Little Feet

I don't get it - aren't squirrels supposed to hibernate?  Sarni and I encountered a gang of decidedly non-hibernating squirrels.  Check out the little guy at the bottom of the photo.  He is literally launching himself at my face.

They were completely undaunted by the unusual amount of snow covering the ground.

"Frolicking mindlessly across the ice.  That's just how we roll."

See that maniacal look in his eye?  This was taken just before he advanced towards Sarni and me, ruthlessly demanding food.  It was a silent demand, but no less threatening.  Be afraid.


Madison Square Park.  On Canon Powershot.

Baby You Can Drive My Car

So I missed most of the Great NYC Snowstorm 2010, but the city still insists on showering us with a light dusting of snow here and there.  I think it just likes to remind us that yes, it is our master.

On our way home one evening, Sarni and I saw that someone had . . . edited . . . a snow-covered car.  I'm not sure that's the cover of an actual Beatles album, but it was random enough to amuse me.  Lemonade out of lemons, right?


New York City.  On Canon Powershot.

Sixteen (plus a few) Candles

Have you guys noticed that ever since college ended, people rarely throw birthday parties?  I don't just mean the parties with pointy hats and loot bags from when I was a kid (although I do love me a good loot bag - mmm, hello random candy necklaces).  I mean any kind of party.  Starting from my early twenties, it seemed like the thing to do was "go out for dinner" or "go out for drinks."  What happened to a good old-fashioned party?  Maybe with festive signs?

Polo turned back the clock for the birthday of his girlfriend, Dr. J.  We had a great time with friends we haven't seen for awhile, and we greedily gobbled down two kinds of cake from Black Hound (which I initially thought was the name of a really badass cake, but is actually the name of a badass bakery).  We also sang "Happy Birthday" to Dr. J, and I was reminded again of how bad my warbling singing voice is.  By the end of the song, I was just mouthing the words sheepishly.  That's okay though, because it's the silent thought that counts.


New York City.  On Canon Powershot.

East vs West

Last year, good friend LovelyCozy unfathomably left NYC for the sunny shores of California, but a few days ago, she returned like a long-lost prodigal daughter.  Except it was just a visit.  And she's not my daughter, obviously.  This whole metaphor is falling apart.

We celebrated our reunion with crepes and french toast at Bar Breton (who knew there were passable restaurants close to Penn Station?).  My deconstructed Madison crepe was pretty good, although the ratio of apples to bacon was way too skewed towards the bacon.  The company, though, was impeccable.  Come back soon, LovelyCozy!

Flatiron.  On Canon Powershot.

Project Runway for Seriously Amateur Beginners

If you guys have been wondering (and I know you have) how my knitting was going, wonder no further.  Above you'll see the infinity scarf I knitted for Mama Sarni.  But I know it can be hard to envision a piece of clothing without a model, so I asked/forced Sarni to send photos of the knitted pieces in their new English homes.

Mama Sarni models the infinity scarf, worn in the style of Grace Kelly.  Bien sur.

I also knitted fingerless cuffs for Boz, Sarni's sister.  You don't want to see my hands modelling the cuffs though.  You want to see Boz.

Boz is so psyched over her new cuffs, they inspired her to throw gang/Star Trek symbols at the camera.


New York/England.  On Canon Powershot and Blackberry.

Kaleidoscope Project On Location: The Great White North

The Winter Sports

LB and I try our hand at curling.  Well, LB does.  I mostly try my hand at posing.

LB prepares to join the Canadian Olympic Curling Team.

An ice sculpture is carved to commemorate the moment.

LB prepares to play ice hockey ("shinny").

I get distracted by a little baby hockey player who gets tired of playing and decides to be the puck.

Check out the idyllic Canadian tableau.

LB shoots!  He scores!  He poses obligingly for my photo!

Shinny game in process.  (I have no idea if I'm using that word correctly.)

Not exactly a winter sport, but had to include a photo of one of the biggest burgers I've ever had.  After skating, Beta in her ridiculous generosity treated a busload of us to dinner at Tommy Burger for Rockstar's birthday.  Yum, supersized.


Canada.  On Canon Powershot.

Kaleidoscope Project On Location: The Great White North

Dogsleddin' in the Rockies

I practice my dog whispering on an inanimate breed.

Our team lies in wait.

A quiet dogsled into the sunrise makes getting up at the crack of dawn worth every sleepy minute.

LB and I pause to say hello to the "muscle" in our dog team.  Up until now, I had only seen their butts.

Some canine patriotism at work.

We glide across a frozen lake with the greatest of ease.


Canada.  On Canon Powershot.