it's tha first of the Movemba

You're welcome.

If there's one thing I love more than fall, it's Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony. So what better way to ring in the start of November than this classic.

First of the Month- Bone Thugs N Harmony from Amaury S on Vimeo.

If this song doesn't make you want to get out of your Erogonomic office chair and tell your boss to go "chills foe real," you're a pod person.

More importantly, the 1st of November is the start of MOvember, where men grow moustachios to bring awareness and contribution towards prostate cancer.

This year, I am a proud Mosista! Just think, instead of spending those few extra bucks at the bar on a glass of the devil's nectar...you could make an impact on someone's health. Donate HERE!

Thanks in advance!

Invisibility

Holy cats! Liu Bolin seamlessly paints himself to camouflage into his surroundings. The process can take up to 10 painstaking hours. Yowza. I don't think I can do anything for that long, except maybe watch The Wire. Most def.

See more amazingness here.

aaaaand Happy Halloween y'all! Anyone have an out of bounds costume? I'm going as a busy squirrel with gigantic acorns. I'm carrying the acorns, you dirty bird.

p.s. Welcome home, mk! I missed your mug. big time.

Papercuts, by Joe

designing baby

My sister Jess has a knack for having babies at the most opportune time for adorable costumes around Halloween.

A couple of Halloweens ago, my nephew, Jacob, was only a month old and we tried very hard to convince Jess to go as a dirty martini and dress Jacob up as an olive. Genius!

I am not sure what little Eli (2 months) will go as this year, but you can bet I'm rooting for any of these hot numbers.

I would love to meet his parents.

tunnel vision

This morning on the dreaded L train, the man in my face had dragon's breath and I watched a woman blow her nose into the scarf tied around her neck. Why, lady.

Instead of the tunnel I was trapped in under the city, I wish I was in any one of these.

phang nga bay, thailand

golden tunnel of light, Japan

hammond, louisiana

le fromage

This weekend instead of drinking Bloody's outside all day, I opted for a tour into the cheese caves of the infamous Murray's Cheese Shop. It's called becoming cultured.

The class was $15 and totally worth it. First, I was greeted with a glass of proseco and 6 'spensive cheeses to eat. Money back.

Then, I traveled underneath the shop to the aging caves to observe where the cheeses moldy exterior or wash rinds finished processing.

My favorite was the wash-rind cheese cave. The cheeses give off a very distinct ammonia smell. It stank as if MK had given me dutch oven of his feet after running a half-marathon.

If you live in the area, I highly, highly recommend signing up and checking it out for yo' self!


comes with one side. you want greenbeans or slaw?

MY MIND IS MELTING

Happy Friday! and a very happy Friday for me...I just found that I am the proud owner of the newest iPhone, courtesy of my employment (thanks corporate america!)

Now for fun cases that are completely unnecessary but totally needed:

Kate Spade polka-cutie.

Duh, winner. See by Chloé

oh, just a little cat scratch fevahhh

This was my old phone. I know what you're thinking; MY EYES!!!!!! So, don't hate. I'm entitled to be giddy.

One thing is certain, I will never play Angry Birds. OVER MY DEAD BODY.

Have a sweet, sweet weekend!

camp city!

Do I have to go into work on Monday? NO.

Am I going to take this opportunity to go camping? YES.

Did I have to google Columbus Day as to why he's still in the holiday mix? YOU BETCHA (it's because he exploited and enslaved his way to the top)

A little aggressive, but I think I'll still enjoy my Monday off. Along with my Camping Essentials:

soft flannel shirts out of mk's closet

American cold ones

My cold weather staple - LL Bean Maine Hunting Boots

a Stanely thermos to keep coffee warm forever

the only blanket, a Pendleton blanket

desert boots for heading into town to antique shop

my fireside friend, the brown stuff

Have a relaxing Columbus Day Weekend!! And welcome home, MK.
5 days apart is 5 days too long.

stud finder

Sometimes I feel bad for commuters who bury themselves in a Kindle or, even worse, Angry Birds. Not because I care that they're further disassociating themselves from members of society, but because they're missing out on all the babes. NY is notoriously packed with major babes of both sexes.

I like to use my commute time wisely; to stare at good looking people.

That's why I did not hate it when I read HotGuysOnTheTrain, a blog dedicated to babespotting on the NY mass transit system.

Hello! Bonjour! Guttentag! Do you know that you're not ugly?

btdubs, all the single ladies, get yourself a pillow and camp out on the M train!

I didn't even know we had an M train, but all the male models do.

rock gazing.

Guess what?!? ...

I'm no where near being engaged! However, I am smitten like a kitten over these incredible antique engagement rings. Am I right?

When I showed MK this website. He promptly showed me three ring options he was looking at instead.

Notice the obtrusive "friend" theme occuring? This last one is by far the most offensive. At least I know I'll never stop laughing if I'm with him.

Have a lovely autumnal weekend! I am celebrating my nephews 2nd birthday and heading to Bring to Light, an all-night public light installation. You?

Dances with Buffalo

If you haven't heard of Custer State Park, you should check yo' self. A trout fisherman's dream, this South Dakota wonder is nestled between the Badlands, Mt. Rushmore and the Black Hills. Dedicated to the preservation of the American buffalo, Custer is home to nearly 1,300 bison. Tatanka!

Every year, real Marlboro smokin' (and smokin' hot) cowboys herd every single one of those 1,300 buffalo to re-tag and re-assess their population (ie: make some into bison burgers).

Can you imagine watching over a thousand bison sprinting across the plains with dust clouds billowing around them?! It would like something out of Oregon Trail, right before you die.

AKUTTRAMAH! (completely needed and nowhere near sfw)

I'm in the worst mood. And it's not even 10:30 am. I'm doomed! When that happens, The Winnebago Man always lifts my spirits.

Sometimes you just need to get wild and tell even the flies to f*ck off.

eeks!

We have a mouse in the house! While watching t.v. the other night, he dared to dart across the living room in front of the both of us. He didn't even try to hug the wall and be nondescript. BOLD.

MK seems to think it's hilarious to imagine our mouse wearing a little golf ball helmet and taking his hog out for a spin after we've headed off to bed, à la Ralph.

I disagree. I want the punk dead. Mostly because I'm scared he'll get lost and try to play in my hair.

We set traps but so far no nibbles. Now, I'm channeling this amazing snake series and sending vibes of impending doom.