Walking in the park on a beautiful spring evening. #FromWhereIWalk (at Prospect Park)
Picked these up at the flea market today for $2. I’m about to relive one of the best parts about being an 11 year old boy… opening a fresh pack of baseball cards. (at Brooklyn Flea)
Five years ago, I asked Tamar to marry me at per se. We now have a four month old daughter (Raya) who is getting ready to eat her first solid foods. What could be more appropriate than having her first taste of vegetables come from the restaurant where we got engaged? I asked them for a little help, and they graciously obliged by sending carrots, beets, turnips and radishes from the French Laundry Culinary Garden. Her first taste is going to be epic.
Trying to teach Raya about the Ancient Near East. Maybe if she woke up, she’d appreciate it more… (at Brooklyn Museum)
I always said I’d sleep when I’m dead, and yet here I am doing paperwork. (via newyorker)