Thursday, December 31, 2009

For my fans

I’d like to say that I’ve been feeling guilty not updating my blog or that I meant to post many times but never got round to it, etc. Truth is, I almost forgot about this damned thing until I started receiving flattering comments on my blog from unknown fans, such as: “enlarge your penis”, “cheapest place to buy viagra click here”, “hot Russian brides register now”. So I said to myself: Hell, there’s people out there who need you. You can’t let them down.

In the last three months life has been easier without the New Yorker. Our subscription ended in September. End of September, actually. The 28th of September, to be precise. Was I counting? Yes. Every Monday my husband and I would ask each other: “Do you think this is our last issue?”. Until one Monday there was no New Yorker in our mailbox. Only the old, sweet, comforting junk mail. A new taste of freedom. Well, I shouldn’t exaggerate. I remember my granpa’s stories about his walking back home from the Russian front at the end of World War II. That’s freedom, and what do I know about it? But hey, after all, a New Yorker-free life is my coming home from the Russian front.

big lebowski fest NYC 09 The Big Lebowsky Festival and the SS Burger Project were our requiem to the New Yorker. In short, the Big Lebowsky Fest was our entertainment highlight of the year. I liked it so much that if they write a story about it on the New Yorker I’ll buy it.

The SS Burger Project is about my husband and I sampling highly recommended burgers in the city. I named it SS because we’re radical in our choices, we control the means of production, and we reject criticism of our opinions. Just like Social Security.

Since we made a point of not eating meat more than once a week, we’ve tried out only 7 places in 2 months. Normally I would end my post here. But once I read that you have to give something back to your readers, like advice on how to do things, recommendations for places to visit, how to teach your squirrel some new tricks, etc. So here we go: Hey, Viagra people and Russian pimps, if you happen to be in the city, try the burger at Beacon, 56th street, between 5th and 6th.

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