About a month back I started another blog called Street & Avenue. You can find it at www.streetandavenue.com. I created it to publish my photos, once a day, to something online that people could take a look at. Of course I then proceeded to not really tell anyone about it... not sure why. So, I'm changing that.

Take a look, add it to your favorites, tell your mom & dad (it's a grandparent friendly thing...). Hey, who doesn't like something p'urty to look at??

So, I was given this haiku a few moments ago regarding my blog:


eric yang writes blog
about life in N.Y.C.
revenue pours in


Some of you may or may not get that. For those of you that do... cheers. Nod to A.R.

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So, I'm especially proud of these new shoes for three reasons:

1. They were originally $180, but I got them for $39.99 because they were mismarked in size. Yeehaw, but the discount fun doesn't stop there...
2. I had a 20% off coupon making that price: $31.92.
3. They were the last stinking pair available from a limited run and I got the little buggers.

[patting self on back and attempting not to turn into a female]

I've really been into this overprocessing of black & white pictures. It makes for surreal scenes and these days I really can't get enough of it... for your viewing pleasure here's one of my more favorites. You can check out my Flickr account for more.

Tonight was a joyous occasion. I had dinner at Peter Luger's Steakhouse. Peter Luger's has the honor of winning Zagat's Best Steakhouse in NYC 16 years in a row (or something crazy like that). I have to agree with the choice. Honestly the steak was so awesomely scrupmtious that I cried.

Have you ever had something in your mouth that literally melted, outside of marzipan cream or warm butter on a biscuit? Ok, maybe that's not a fair question since no one ever can describe marzipan. One more time... Have you ever had a piece of meat melt like a Kit-Kat in July? The second I bit into the steak I said to myself "sonofabitch [chew] this is the best damn thing I've ever tasted".

What's better is that there are hardly any choices on the well-weathered menu. Nothing to be confused by. Just a waiter (nearly 100% male staff) count how many people at your table and take drink orders. The penned prices for the beef are just peachy with me as I'm most certain Peter Luger's is essentially what "market price" abides by. The creme of spinach and hashed potato sides (again, really no choice here) were also entirely too scrumptious.

I'm full (to the second power) right now and my stomach feel's like it's going to burst with splendor and happiness. The delicious USDA prime on-site butcher cut medium rare porterhouse sliced into medium rare mouth watering shanks are painfully delicious. The layers were so distinct on the steak that it looked like a beef layer cake. I don't even remember there being salt and pepper or any other condiments outside of their own famous dipping sauce - which is wholly unncessary. As the waiter delivered the steak to my plate he was sure to pour a ladle of the steak-juices and say "this one's for the heart surgeons". Brilliant.

The pub-like casual atmosphere made it that much better. For dessert? A $142 meal ticket (no appetizers or drinks). Ouch.

No wonder their waitlist is as long as it is... It was told to me that weekend dinner tables require one month's notice. I barely even got us a 9pm Monday night seat. Yeesh.

For some reason I never hopped onto the MySpace bandwagon. 50 million users later I'm joining this puppy. It seemed to be teh most logical thing to do in my 5am delirium...



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