Filed under: accessories, entertainment, femme dangereuse, gadgetry, haute, in the house, intoxicants, retro, seriously unladylike behaviour, sin in general, smoking, the next big thing, vanity
Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea, this is the most amazing hookah pipe I’ve ever laid eyes on. Sleek. Silvery. Grown up. Portable. A conversation piece. Tiny, manageable, and comes standard with two mouthpieces. Like for a date. A sexy date. How lovely… From the site:
But that’s not all, it also comes with an elegant and beautiful carrying bag so you can take it with you to the next dinner party you are invited to and show off your cool. In any case, here’s some tech info you might find relevant and convincing, in case the gorgeous design hasn’t won you over yet:
Body and handle of narghile in solid polished pewter, brilliant nish-Burner made of hi-tech ceramic. Pipe made of aeronautical polyamide treated with Te on.
2 mouthpieces made of culinary standard nacrine (i.e. synthetic mother-of-pearl).
Tongs for tobacco and charcoal – Carrying case.
Filed under: boys, death by cute, fetish, geek love, haute, indolence, love, lust, sex, sin in general, the next big thing
Trying to percolate my own sappy plans for Valentine’s Day (which happens to be my favorite holiday) made me super excited to find out about the Boudoir Essentials 2nd Annual Kissing Contest. As friends of the blog (TM), we’ve got to shout out the utter coolness of this. Makeout pics submitted to the site will be posted and voted on by BE staff, and you can win OMG sex toys *and* lingerie. That’s what I’m talking about.
Filed under: cheap, eat, in the house, indolence, kitchen, love, shopping, the next big thing
Seriously, I’m not kidding. How can Trader Joe’s be so good and so cheap and so awesomeriffic? These Veggie Masala burgers (I believe I mocked my roommate for purchasing them on one of our shopping trips but later snuck them in my cart) are really easy to heat up and super, super tasty. And potatoey. And curry-tasty. What else do you need to hear?
Filed under: brooklyn, gentrification, jersey love, newark, nyc, pillaging, pride, rage, sanctimony, schadenfreude, sin in general, the good fight, the next big thing
So, I moved to Newark. It’s weird. I actually seriously dig it here. I loved and will always love Brooklyn, but Newark is like what I imagine Brooklyn used to be like. Everything here seems so undiscovered and ignored and just waiting for a bunch of crazy kids to move in and repurpose it in some kind of DIY revolution. My house is like that.
So I was excited to see this article linked and discussed everywhere this week. Apparently Newark is turning around. That would almost be too bad. Newark’s got so much grit to it but it’s open and …clean in a way Brooklyn isn’t. I’m 10 minutes from the Holland and 10 minutes from a Target and Wal-Mart in Union. If Whitey McHipster came over from Brooklyn and priced my ass out I’d be so upset. All the good ethnic places would be replaced with Tempo Prestos. And I’d have to listen to douchey conversations on the Path train.
Hipsters, stay back!
