Last First Day of School Poem

I wrote this poem in honor of my last "first day" of school. Bad recording...but you get the idea.

Awesome Music Video. watch this shiiii

So I was a TA for the Summer High School Film Workshop at Tisch again this summer and I wanted to share this awesome music video that my group made the second week of the program. Check it out!

I want to be a chef when I grow up

I really love food. Like A LOT. I also really like cooking and experimenting with different flavors. I would love to go to culinary school, or apprentice for a chef and learn everything about food so that I can cook for myself and others and eat forever.

Does anyone know a good place to take cooking classes in the city that are affordable?

On that note, here's what I made for myself for dinner tonight.

Salmon Medallion with spinach florentine stuffing (Trader Joe's) that I sauteed with butter, red cooking wine, chopped yellow onion and pineapple sage. AND a mixed green salad with baby roman tomatoes, yellow onion, chopped carrots, raw almonds, crumbled feta cheese and a homemade olive oil, dijon mustard and lime dressing.

For dessert I had some Mango-Tangerine sorbet (also from Trader Joe's). It was an extremely successful meal.

ALSO if you have never tried a Meyer Lemon (a cross between a mandarin orange and a lemon) you need to. It is absolutely delicious and makes great, refreshing salad dressing. It's also amazing in a homemade iced tea or to add to a pickle brine or guacamole.

Go to Whole Foods, last time I checked they were 2 for $1. Get a couple and enjoy!!

Virtual Poetry Reading (I tried)

This poem is called "What Angst Smells Like." I wrote it a couple of years ago and video is just a trial to see how these "virtual poetry readings" that I had proposed earlier might work. Enjoy!

Hide and Seek

Week 2 of the caption contest commences.

Caption Contest: What is Zack hiding?

again...prize for the best (most unique, creative etc) response. :-) tell your friends.

A Stroke of Staggering Genius

Caption Contest. What is Jaclyn holding?

Prize for the winner of most (creative, inventive, unique) etc.

Yankee Woman

This morning as I'm making my commute out of the city to Rye, NY, a small, old woman decked out entirely in NY Yankees gear hopped onto the 6 train at Union Square. She inspired me to write this poem...

Yankee woman on the subway

curly hair,

sits alone

surname, though not her own, on her back

stares ahead through dirty window

dirty tunnel walls

aged like

veiny hands

clasped.

Red shoes match red cap

as bag slung,

slightly shifting

from a bony shoulder

precarious, like

sweaty hands

gripping the edge of

the second tier.

foul ball an inch out of

reach.

dirty fingernails, glint dully.

Stand clear of the closing doors, please.

I think I'm going to try to start posting recordings of my poetry to this blog...as they are usually intended to be spoken aloud rather than just read. It'd be nice to get them out there.