A sunny, strollin' day
I just might be a corned beef expert by the time we conclude our stay in New York. I can truthfully say that, in my gastronomic opinion, Katz's corned beef beats Sarge's for juicy fattiness, but the simplicity of Sarge's corned beef sandwich was refreshing after the Katz's reuben slobfest I devoured a week ago. That's not a fair comparison, though; there's not much out there that's as sloppy as a reuben, so to compare a straight-up meat and bread'wich to it is a little absurd.
Today we crossed town to meet J. in Brooklyn and stroll through the North Flatbush Street Fair together. It was a neat neighborhood event and held some surprisingly quality musical performances: a hip-hop group performing outside a new clothing boutique, followed up by an acoustic guitarist playing Bob Marley covers, and on another stage, a country band called The Difibrillators followed by a very excellent Brazilian-style hard rock/zydeco band called The Nation Beat. There were also a few karaoke singers sprinkled up and down the block. I had some soggy fries and we shared a mozza-somethingerother, two sweet corn patties fried with mozzarella in the middle. Yum, but oh so greasy.
This evening we've done a whole lotta nuthin' and I'm feeling a bit antsy. I feel like I could use this time I spend sitting around for other, more productive projects, but I can't really think of what. I never feel much like writing when all I have to use is a pen and paper; I'd much rather type on a computer, which allows me to write as fast as my brain expels words. When I'm writing longhand, I can't keep up with my thoughts and my handwriting, which is already terrible, gets even worse because I'm trying to write too fast. Not to mention that my arm and shoulder cramp up and when I extend my arm fully to stretch it, my elbow cracks with the sound of a dry acorn being crushed under your heel.
Today we crossed town to meet J. in Brooklyn and stroll through the North Flatbush Street Fair together. It was a neat neighborhood event and held some surprisingly quality musical performances: a hip-hop group performing outside a new clothing boutique, followed up by an acoustic guitarist playing Bob Marley covers, and on another stage, a country band called The Difibrillators followed by a very excellent Brazilian-style hard rock/zydeco band called The Nation Beat. There were also a few karaoke singers sprinkled up and down the block. I had some soggy fries and we shared a mozza-somethingerother, two sweet corn patties fried with mozzarella in the middle. Yum, but oh so greasy.
This evening we've done a whole lotta nuthin' and I'm feeling a bit antsy. I feel like I could use this time I spend sitting around for other, more productive projects, but I can't really think of what. I never feel much like writing when all I have to use is a pen and paper; I'd much rather type on a computer, which allows me to write as fast as my brain expels words. When I'm writing longhand, I can't keep up with my thoughts and my handwriting, which is already terrible, gets even worse because I'm trying to write too fast. Not to mention that my arm and shoulder cramp up and when I extend my arm fully to stretch it, my elbow cracks with the sound of a dry acorn being crushed under your heel.
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