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Tuesday
May252010

[COFFEE WARS] NO, NOT GORILLA...Café REGULAR

image via: Adventures in Renovating a Brooklyn LimestoneNow that all is back to normal at Gorilla Coffee, it's time to shift our focus back to the family feud that erupted way back when at Café Regular. Just to refresh your mems: there was some sort of eruption that resulted in brothers Richard and Martin (who Grub Street refers to as a "legendarily sarcastic wizard of the espresso machine) parting ways with their sister Anne.

Welllllll.

It now seems is if Martin is opening up his OWN damn coffee spot in the former Pink Pussycat Boutique space on 5th Ave, btwn 4th and 5th streets...at least according to some poster on Brooklynian.

In other coffee related news: our Keurig arrived and was waiting for us when we got back from the airport last night!!! I haven't removed it from the box, but I'm so fucking excited I can barely contain myself.

Tuesday
May252010

Jay-Z & The Lyceum!?

Ok, this may be one of the single best, no way in fuck it could ever be true rumors I ever saw on Brooklynian:

"Any basis in fact the rumor I heard today that Jay Z is looking to buy the Lyceum?"

HAAAAAAA!

Dude's got 99 problems, but an old, falling apart building in Park Slope with no air conditioning ain't one.

I mean, right???

(via Brooklynian)

cc: Curbed

Monday
May242010

OPEN THREAD: The Island Was Totally Park Slope All Along

There's a Tea Lounge right between the Flame and the Pearl.

Well, isn't this a swimmingly gorgeous Monday on which to rise and shine.  Oh.  Wait.  Right.

So, what're the haps, Slope?  Here's what's up on my end:

  • I didn't throw anything at the television during LOST.  But it took every fiber of my petite being not to do so.
  • I cannot feel any of my extremities, due to Joanna's Total Body class at the Y on Saturday morning, which made me sob quietly. 
  • FIPS now has more than a thousand fans on Facebook.  That definitely means we can remove the "basically" in "basically famous" now.

These are all extremely hot, important topics on which to ruminate, I'm well aware.  Please provide your equally important life happenings and contribute commentary in the comments as you down your fifth cup of coffee and ignore the nine billion unread emails in your inbox, as I am also doing.

SPOILER ALERT: EVERYONE AT THE COOP ARE ALL DEAD, TOO

Friday
May212010

One More Weekend of Subway Suck

It's Friday afternoon.  I have nothing exciting to report to you, so I am being a useful pseudo-editor in Erica's absence, and reminding you that F/G folks have no trains for one more weekend.  Sit tight, Slopers.  As bitter as I am about our fake trains, this dude who had a sharpie in the 15th Street station this morning takes the rage cake.

I leave you to enjoy your sex- and/or baby-filled weekend with this fun fact: This is what the Culver viaduct is.  Apparently its proper name is not "The place people hold obnoxious cell phone conversations/where I unnecessarily check my email before I get off about twenty-five seconds after we go back underground."

Friday
May212010

The Com-POST

See what I did in the post title?  See it?  A famous blogger am I.

Compost: A seven letter word I associate with my housemates from college, who decided they'd store their banana peels in open, cardboard boxes indoors for weeks at a time, making the house so wreak so badly that I retched each time I walked through the door.  True story.

Obviously, this isn't actually what composting is like.  In reality, it's a wonderful thing that doesn't need to be associated with weirdos or hippies or people living in vegan communes.  So, now that I'm moving into my own place, I figured there was no better time to start doing it the right way--and no better place than the Slope, where all of my favorite flaming liberals reside.

Turns out it's not so friggin' easy to compost here.  Well, not the throwing-the-carrots-into-the-fancy-bamboo-vessel part, but once that thing's full, where do I throw that shit?  Here's where I turn to you, you Coop-belonging, tree-hugging FIPS readers: Where's a gal to throw her compost (without having to pay a nine billion dollar membership fee to save the earth)?