June 2006 Archives
While mom was at an appointment, my dad and I spent a couple hours near the Kerbs Model Boat House in Central Park. It's a place where old men seem to fuss about miniature naval powers. Armadas of tiny sailboats that make all eighteen pounds of me look gigantic.
Small boat or large ducks?
First to last bite coverage.
Sorry it's been awhile since I last posted. My dad has been hogging the computer to watch World Cup highlights.
Following the afternoon in the East Village; mom, dad and I headed over to Ntina and John's for a barbecue.
I've been on this earth for seven months, and I've learned one thing: Never underestimate what a Greek girl with a solid tzatziki recipe and a boy from Cincinnati can do with a Webber Grill when lamb is on the menu. Stand back and let the culinary odyssey begin!.. I, however, ate a mashed banana.
While the leg of lamb was on the grill, Devo challenged me to a FIFA Soccer match on PlayStation. It took me awhile to get used to the controls, but we met on the pitch in ferocious competition. Devo, I challenge you; Play Beautiful!
Perhaps his controller was broken, perhaps I cheated, perhaps I'm just better than him; but after a hard fought match he fell victim to my superior skills.
I can't imagine how hurtful it must be to be out played by a baby; but in his defense, my selection of Brasil in a 2-3-5 offensive posture combined with my expert utilization of the Ronaldinho/Kaka combination left him with few defensive options.
After my dad got his hair cut we headed over to Tompkins Square Park, which is a block away from my very first ever babysitter's apartment Phil & Jeni... last I heard, somewhere in Italy. Tompkins Square Park is well know as the place where one of my favorite artists, Jean-Michel Basquiat used to live in a cardboard box and score heroin.
But I didn't see many cardboard boxes and have no idea what "heroin" is. For me, it was all about the swings!
Swings are the coolest; I'd never been in one before, but let me tell you the repetitive motion makes for a fine way to spend a Saturday.
Hedi cuts my dad's hair and has arms like one of my picture books. Someday I'll get my hair cut, and I'm thinking of getting a celtic cross on my left shoulder. 
