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Frisée Aux Lardons

Tuesday, August 07, 2007 by eric yang

Loosely translated it means mixed greens with bacon but I prefer the way our Franco brothers and sisters say it.

Anyway, I was sent this article clipping out of the New York times of 101 Simple Meals and thought I'd take a shot at this particular recipe. It looked relatively painless and I already had some of the primary ingredients in my fridge from the weekend.

Here's how it went down:

Layed out the ingredients: good bacon, large eggs, frisée salad and sherry vinegar.
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Then I boiled the eggs. The recipe called on me to poach, but I had neither the energy or knowledge to do this simple task. I made a call to a friend to ask, but getting a voicemail greeting reminded me that I should just go ahead hard cook the damn eggs. I did such. As I did that, I cooked the Vermont maple cured bacon in a skillet.
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With my limited counter space (8 inches thank you very much) I peeled the eggs, and degreased the bacon. I cleaned the tomatoes which wasn't part of the recipe, but I added them anyway. Finally, I deglazed the skillet with the wine vinegar and made some type of basic dressing. I cheated a little because there wasn't enough of it by adding some ExVeeOhSquared (extra virgin olive oil) to buff it up a bit. I dashed a little black pepper for the sake of dashing a little pepper. I think it was fun, I'm not sure.
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With the eggs boiled, the bacon cooked I then prepared for the step I like to call the "human food processor." With the eggs still piping hot I coarsely chopped them up alongside the bacon and set them aside as I plated the greens.
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I tossed the tomatoes, eggs and bacon haphazardly onto the pre-dressed frisée (read: store bought bag salad), poured myself a glass of wine, leaned on the counter and ate while I watched Entourage.
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There you go, a 10 minute meal (+ 15 minutes of cleaning)...

Crap, I have to go get my laundry.

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$50 A Week - Pt. 2 of 7

Wednesday, August 01, 2007 by eric yang

roll.jpgTuesday - 7/31/2007
Large iced coffee - $1.50
Lunch (Italian Roll. Pictured @ right) - $4.00
Office Happy Hour - $0.00 (no drinks, budget unscathed)
Movie Ticket - $0.00 (Arrived late to theater and ticket was already purchased. I know... weak, but not planned.)
Cab ride - $5.00
Total = $10.50

Total for week = $19.00 ($4.72 overbudget)

Rachel Ray is a big fat liar. I have to make a correction, my friend Sam reminded me of a $5 cab ride I took yesterday. Crap.

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$50 A Week. Can I Do It? - Pt. 1 of 7

Monday, July 30, 2007 by eric yang

Sometimes good things do come from bets.

I've decided to try a socio-economic experiment. Premise? Living on $50 a week. Now before you go scoffing at the premise remember that this is New York City where $5000 monthly rent paid by people who make $50 per minute. Neither of those are me, but that should make this experiment that much easier, right? Anyone? Hello??

Costs will be logged over the next week and barring any medical emergencies I will try and spend less than $50 over the course of seven days, starting with today. Basically it breaks down to $7.14 a day. I did some rough research on my expenditures and it's no a stretch for me to say that over the course of a week, I tallied up about $50-60 per day. That's just gross.

So here I embark on this experiment spawning from a random conversation over dinner ($56) after a game of golf ($38) where I lost five golf balls ($10). Can I do it? We'll see... I certainly wouldn't bet on myself.


Notes: this doesn't include my monthly expenses such as rent, car, bills, etc because there's just no way to take that out of the picture. This isn't to see if I can sustain life on $50 a week here in New York City... that's an ignorant notion. However, I will not use alternative means to supplement my stipend, it's just a countdown from 50 bucks. Oh, and what do I get for winning this bet? Nothing but bragging rights and what I predict to be some left over ramen noodle wrappers.


Monday - 7/30/2007
Large iced coffee from street vendor - $1.50
Subway $2.00
Lunch (got lucky here: delicious leftovers) - $0.00
Dinner at Halal food vendor - $5.00
Total = $8.50 ($1.31 overbudget)

Uh oh.

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10 Reasons I Haven't Been Posting

Tuesday, May 08, 2007 by eric yang

Well, let's start from the top:

10. I've been swallowed up amidst the work of helping produce an industry commercial for work. That's been an exciting, hair-raising, yet fun experience I hope to do more of in the future. I can't really spell out the details since it's nothing for public release yet, but just know I enjoyed it.

9. Joined Facebook. Never thought I would or should, but here I am amidst a 'poking' war with Will Acker that will probably never cease.

8. To answer the question about dating... no I have not been dating but yes I've been going on dates.

7. Let the wedding season begin. For those of you who know Diana Bundy, I'll be at her wedding this weekend so looking forward to seeing some of you all there.

6. Three words: Entourage and Lost* *which is finally getting better.

5. Enjoying after work Happy Hours, even if they're not with people from my actual office. FYI, Eric + Champagne = headache.

4. My allergies are raging all out warfare against my sinuses. As of this morning, they're winning.

3. Friends of mine were in town a couple of weeks ago for a golf weekend and we got to play the Black course at Bethpage on Long Island. It's ranked one of the top courses in the US and, I believe, the #1 public course period. It was an incredible experience. I almost cried, but then I didn't because I was spending my time trying to fight out of one of their 118 bunkers. I shot a 108. Sound like a lot? Well... they've got some ridiculous course difficulty rating, like 148 out of 150. Thanks.

2. My car was attacked by burglars/vandals/assholes last weekend. It couldn't have happened at a more inopportune time, but it's New York so whatever. Long story short, I didn't get anything resolved with that, but I did end up with a primo spot in the garage I park in right up front and next to the security booth. Negotiation (and pity) at it's very best.

1. And finally, for those of you who don't already know... I've been working on a pet project that's growing into something much larger, and will hopefully continue to do so. It's another blog (yeah yeah). Read on:


Imagine a bunch of men's magazines got together and decided to aggregate all the interesting, latest gear and stories they published. Then these same magazines took on all the websites they read to get their news and mix that all together. Then they decided to mix it all up with great photos. Then they decided to put it all on a blog. What would that look like?

Well, I present to you: Gear Patrol. A site I've started with Brian Huang, a couple of writers, an intern and a tenacious desire to become the definitive men's lifestyle and leisure journal. Click on the logo to go take a read.

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Random Nights Are My Thing

Monday, March 12, 2007 by eric yang

I do seem to have a propensity for finding myself part of rain-soaked random nights out in New York. Not only do they manage to ruin shoes, spirits, and straight-from-the-salon hair dos (not mine) but they usually end up with me, amidst some most random company. In the case of Saturday night... at a sports pub, an underground cavern/club and at a late night bar/cafe with a bachelorette party. Um, huh? Yeah, I'm not so sure either. Thought I'd share the evening's mayhem thru a map because hey, everyone loves maps.

Scruffy Duffy's - Irish pub meets over-testosterone-ized sports bar.
La Caverna - Underground Lower East Side club for art-types plagued with identity crisis, but let's face it, still pretty hot. The DJ was spinning the classics and any DJ that can integrate rock into a set gets a thumbs up in my book.
Schiller's Liquor Bar - Run by the same people that made Balthazar. Ambiance couldn't be cooler, think retro French cafe meets Tribeca loft. What can I say? I' m a sucker for 'ze cafes.

note: I've purposely been toning down the posts with pics of friends and folks. Just decided it best for the sake of privacy.

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A Childseat Can Be The Hotness

Monday, March 05, 2007 by eric yang

I don't have children, I don't have a great deal of disposable income, and I'm not looking to really impress. But I certainly am guilty of loving impressive things. Unabashedly so.

The other day I was walking down Madison Avenue and came across something I've only seen a few other times and it always gives me pause. I just wish that I had taken a photo of it. Instead, I'll just write for your imagining pleasure. So close your eyes and have someone read this aloud. If no one's around to read it or your ashamed to admit you read my blog then just read on:


Madison Avenue, midtown New York on a slightly overcast and drizzly day. You're walking at a slowish pace because you've got 20 minutes to burn before lunch, as you round the corner on 49th street heading South towards Murray Hill your eyes catch a glimmer of blue amongst the sea of yellow taxis and black town cars, parked waiting for their next fare. You take a second look, trying to make out exactly what it is sitting there parallel parked ever-so-well and you see. You see a Pacific blue, 4.2 liter, 8 cylinder, 6-speed manual, all-wheel drive, German sports sedan. It's clean, and the clouded sun casts just the right light giving the hue an almost surreal effervescence. You walk up to the vehicle and it's low haunches just scream 90mph Autobahn stormer even at standstill. You longingly pat the keys in your left pocket wishing that there was just one... just one more key on there that unlocked the doors to this four door euphoria. Alas, it is not so and all you can do is gaze at and into the vehicle.

But as your eyes try to take in the leather and rubber bound glory of the black on black interior you notice something oddly out of place. No, not the venti chai latte in the cupholder... What is this interior-tumor and why is it in my dream? As your brain processes what you're seeing you come to the realization that it's an Graco SnugRide2 baby car seat strapped in (for dear life) to the rear center bench. Suddenly you look down and see the corner of a wet-nap dispenser and what is this? A Coach purse?? Egads, where has this vision gone?

Well, in just a few seconds, it all comes together. It must be a mother. A mother with an infant, driving a car. A 420 horsepower, 0-60 in 4.8 seconds (Corvette, Porsche 911 times, mind you), racing blue Deutschland-born monster.

And by god... that baby must be having one helluva good time.


Now, that's, pretty hot.


p.s. no specific reason for all the car posts lately... or maybe I just miss my car.

[image courtesy: Edmunds.com]

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Week In Photos

Sunday, March 04, 2007 by eric yang


The week in review. Well, that or just some random photos I took from the Treo over the past week. But you wouldn't know if I hadn't just said that now would you...

(Left To Right)
- Club/Lounge 'Pressure' in Union Square
- Evidence that I met someone born in Germany with a Tennessee driver's license because it's the easiest state to get a license in.
- The night I left my keys at the office for the, ugh, 6th time.
- Drilling 20 3/8" holes in my pre-war plaster wall to install shelves from the Container Store. Only needed 10 of them.
- Eating at Panna II, with the lowest ceilings of any building I have ever stood in. The menus and table place mats were a great head rest though.
- Dinner at Bann with Diane
- Nasty, dirty, New York street snow. Oh, and my left foot.
- Momoko, Erica and Keiko at Divine Bar
- Another shot of me standing at Panna II (yes, the ceilings are that low and yes, there are that many christmas lights hanging from the ceiling)
- Zip Burger, mmmm...
- Nike Sumo Squared SasQuatch driver at the Golf Digest Judges Panel social.

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I Text, Therefore I Starbuxt (Starbucks...er...)

Thursday, March 01, 2007 by eric yang


If any of you are growing weary of my fabulously miserable post titles then let me know. Otherwise I'll continue bombarding you with the best in the worst diatribes my bulbous brain can conjure up.

Despite it's overwhelming franchised-ness and blase' execution I still frequent Starbucks once every week. Sometimes it's just easier to get my cafe' au lait from the bux rather than make it on my own. Or pay some french bistro $15 for a non-to-go version.

I'm also a mighty big proponent of text messaging (sorry Jon), so when I heard that I can simply text my zip code to MYSBUX and be told exactly where the nearest three Starbucks are to me and how to get there, well... I was pretty jazzed. Oh, and it's also got a nifty little map if your phone can handle it.

... sometimes it's just the little things.

If that's not exciting enough for you, then perhaps these interesting facts from Gizmodo will inspire a little more hatred for the uber-franchise.

Number of web searches for nearest Starbucks in 1/07 = 3 million
Number of locations in the US = 9,400
Number of new Starbucks stores opened every day = 4

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I Wish I Still Got An Allowance

Wednesday, February 28, 2007 by eric yang

Because if I still got my $5 every Friday, I would start saving those five dollars every week for 14,500* weeks and the day I turned ripe young age of 305, I'd run, nay... Rascal, my way right out to the nearest dealership and buy myself one of these puppies: The Porsche Cayman (with newly released Aero Kit, for those of you who care to know these kinds of things)




Oh, and before you go and say... whew, that's a nice looking Porsche. Make sure and correct yourself by saying "por-sha" (two syllables and rhyming with Tasha).

* about $70k optioned the way I'd want it.

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Al Gore's Utility Bill: $1400. Eric's Utility Bill: $25-$300

by eric yang

No doubt some of you have heard of the Drudge Report story going around that claims Al Gore's mansion in Nashville, TN racks up a $1400 electric bill per month. There, of course, has been a good response back from the former Veep explaining their usage of Green Power, but either way I thought it a good time to do a little comparison. I can't help but feel bad for the Powerpoint Presenter Debonaire. I love the Drudge report but know it's unabashedly bias, yet I must. have. it. daily.

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Who's compusa? (CompUSA folks... CompUSA)

by eric yang

Here's something that's sure to spark some (well, maybe only a few) people's memories...

Remember that day our friend, who I will anonymously refer to as Allyson, looked at her Caller ID and said, "Who's compusa?". Well, it so happen that it was yours truly calling from my work alma mater... the infamous CompUSA and that joke lived on for at least two more months forever ingraining the word "compusa" in my mind as I forged my way to work every day at the geek-haven sporting my red shirt, emblazoned gold name tag and proud sign on my shoulder that said "Hello I am Eric. Call me Dork."

Well, it's sad because as much as I enjoyed those days it appears CompUSA is going to be closing 128 stores across the nation. The smaller cities are supposed to remain. It makes me wonder what's being said at these board meetings when they're deliberating over the fate of 50+ faithful disgruntled employees in Knoxville selling DDR-667 Mhz RAM, 256mb PCI-Express Video Cards, and overpriced IEEE-1384 (omg, did I just write that) Parallel Cables to East Tennessee consumers.

Eh, They're probably just tossing darts. Sadness.

For those of you I used to work with that are reading this... kind of puts another nail in the coffin about the D. George regime...boo.

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What Scares Men? Time To Answer That Burning Question...

Wednesday, February 21, 2007 by eric yang

I was forwarded this article from my friend who I can't recollect ever having forwarded me anything but since it was directed only to me I thought it should be read. Anyway, it was on Yahoo! Health and since I generally like Yahoo's content I did an actual read instead of my general one finger fly thru.

The article lists the 15 things men are generally most afraid of. Most people women think they know what men are most afraid of but I'm willing to take a stab at saying that they're often WAY off. Let this list give you some answers, it surely shed some light on the subject for me.


#15 Hair in the drain. The first sign of male pattern baldness brings a man face-to-follicle with a skimpy aspect of his future. And it's always earlier than he expects or wants (which is, like, never). Logically, men know that baldness is as much of a part of life as Leno making Britney jokes. Logically, men know that being bald doesn't mean that they're any less smart, virile, or successful. Logically, men know that women don't care how much hair their men have. Logically, men know there are plenty of bald men who are comfortable in their skin--no matter how much of it they're showing. But when it first happens, it feels like stepping on a scale and being 20 pounds heavier or waking up in high school with a quarter-sized nose pimple. It's the inevitable and uncontrollable change in appearance that men try so desperately to protect. Maybe even more importantly, this moment when a man starts losing his hair says a lot about him-whether he's cool enough to handle it, or anxious enough to attempt to deny it with combovers, Rogaine, or faith healers.

#14 Getting caught noticing another woman. A man's instinctual response to visual stimulation very rarely has anything to do with his current relationship or how he feels about it. But his lizard brain reacts instantly, and before he knows he's doing it, he's looking at someone else. We hate having to explain behaviors that even we don't fully understand.

#13 Rejection. Doesn't matter whether it happens after a job interview, or at a bar, or on the basketball court. And remember, there's a difference between losing and being outright rejected. Men can handle losing a game or having a bar conversation disintegrate into nothing. But the proud creatures that men are, they hate having their shots blocked. Mainly, that's because it means that someone else has the upper hand-and is gloating about it.

#12 Super Nanny.

#11 Speedos.

#10 His dad's death. It's his most powerful moment of a reflection, as he thinks about his own mortality. Becoming the family patriarch is heavy stuff. For many men, it's a life-changing moment, because they think about what their fathers did for them and what they failed to do. The next step: Considering what they need to do to be better dads and better men themselves--which means they must confront their own failures, as well. That's a lot for a grief-stricken man to deal with. He should get some latitude to do that in his own way. For him, reaching out may be through what seem like misdirections--more chatter about fishing with friends, an extra set of tickets to the Phillies showdown with the Mets. But guys need a reason to get together; the talk will come during a slow point in the 6th inning, or in the car on the way home.

#9 Her tears. Men know it's natural, that women need to do it, and that it's a signal that they better provide something more than just a tissue-even though many men have no clue what that something might be. Men have been told that women cry for all kinds of reasons-to release some emotions, to get our attention, or just because dammit, The Bachelor rose ceremony is so stinkin' sad. Men want to do the right thing, but because men don't navigate those falling waters very often, they probably do the wrong thing more often than not. Which is another reason why they fear her emotional tsunami.

#8 Being a lousy lover. Of all the things that men want to happen in bed, pleasing their women ranks near the top of the list, according to a national Men, Love, and Sex survey by Harris Interactive. Men hate to think that women may be bored, unimpressed, or unsatisfied. Maybe it's an ego thing (okay, it is an ego thing), but men do very genuinely care about how much pleasure a woman is having in bed. That's why the faking thing drives men so crazy. To men, feigned pleasure is code for: You're so damn terrible at this, but there there, little fella, I'm gonna make you feel good about your inadequate self. Men want to know what women want, and they want to be successful in delivering it.

#7 Not being a god to his kids. There comes a time when men don't care much about what strangers, co-workers, friends, in-laws, or anybody else thinks about them. But when a kid articulates his father's flaws, it's the ultimate heart crumbler. Men know that sometimes they work too much or are too short-fused or simply fall short on the hero-dad meter, but deep down, they know it's the most important job that they're going to do. And if they don't do it right, they know there's a significant chink in their masculine armor.

#6 Living paycheck to paycheck. Even though men aren't the only hunters and providers anymore, they still feel a deep evolutionary pull to provide the backbone and protection for their tribe. When men lose money, can't make enough money, or are scrounging for money, it can be an emotional disaster-it makes them feel like they're losing control in their lives.

#5 Beautiful women. Few things intimidate men more than IRS audits and 12-foot birdie putts. A beautiful woman is one of them. A beautiful woman-whether spotted at work, in bookstores, driving in the next lane, anywhere-simply has the power to turn a man of steel into creamed corn. Men know this. Men try to resist this. Ultimately, it's a challenge. Beauty may be a short-lived form of power, but it is profound, and nearly all men cower before it. It can make them do really, really stupid things.

#4 Getting naked. Ladies shouldn't think that they're alone in fleshy hang-ups. Guys are just as concerned about what women will initially think about their body hair, muscles, guts, toes, and other parts. Men are deeply aware that they can be too fat, too skinny, too hairy, too smelly, and while men are eager to revel in a woman's body, they also share anxiety about revealing their own.

#3 Tofurky.

#2 Not seeing his kids grow up. Death, of course, scares everyone-not so much for the bad stuff that may happen to them, but for missing out on all the good stuff that will happen to their kids. Or, worse yet, not being around to protect them from the bad stuff.

# 1 Public humiliation. Here's one that will make even the strongest men cave: Looking weak. Whether a man is extremely secure-or insanely insecure-about himself, he's worries that he'll look incompetent, idiotic, or both. Doesn't matter whether it's a zipper malfunction, an off-color joke he mistakenly slips in during a speech, a dismissive statement by a boss in a department meeting, fumbling the fly ball at a softball game, getting arrested for fighting after his kid's soccer game, whatever. It's one thing to make mistakes. But making the reputation-damaging ones in public is tough to take. That's because as much as men try to protect their homes, their families, their appearance, and their jobs, perhaps the most nerve-wracking job of all is protecting the thing they can't cure with money, with effort or with laser hair removal: their reputations.

Getting roundhoused by a woman in a business suit is pretty scary too. Trust me, I live in New York, I should know...

By: David Zinczenko
Link to original article.

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Drink This: Modern Aviation

Thursday, February 15, 2007 by eric yang

I've decided what my 'new' drink is. And feel free to order it next time you're out. It's called the Modern Aviation and it's tasty. Not to mention it has a great name when ordering. If your bartender doesn't know what it is then follow my three step program:

1. Slap him/her
2. Tell him/her to pour three ounces of their (or your) choice of vodka, splash a little maraschino liquor, squeeze a half lime and shake it over ice and pour into the best tumbler or highball glass they've got behind the counter on rocks... kind of like the ones to the right but without the single malt scotch. If they're feeling especially frisky then maybe they'll drop a mint leaf or two on top.
3. Tip them well, either way.

Listen up... a drink like this is meant to be enjoyed. If you're interested in getting geigered up then do that on your own accord but honestly, why when something like this is so good when consumed so slowly your esophagus writes you a Gold Crown Thank You card?

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If McDreamy Lived In Europe This Would Be His Home.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007 by eric yang

Admit it, you like Grey's Anatomy - even if the second season is still crammed commercial break to commercial break of tired cliches. One of the parts I like most about the show is Patrick Dempsey's home, the Airsteam trailer parked in the middle of some impossibly green woods soundstage. Of course having Kate Walsh a.k.a. Addison Shepherd there waiting for you every now and then. Anyway, I came across this tour of a motor home and thought it a good interpretation of Patrick Dempsey's place had he lived somewhere in the Rheinland.

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tell me how you really feel

Monday, February 05, 2007 by Bradley Hasemeyer

I saw this on the bumper of a car when I was leaving the grocery store and had to take the picture. The best part is that as I drove by I panned my head to see who was driving this social statement. It was none other than the non-married, balding, middle-aged man buying cat food and frozen pizzas while wearing socks and slip-on sandals, warm up pants and a tucked in multi-colored polo exposing a bit of a pot belly who was standing in front of me in line.

Go LA!

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hair today, gone tomorrow

by Bradley Hasemeyer

beforeAfter years of going to places like, Fantastic Sams, Great Clips, Super Cuts and even Mr. George's barbershop in Knoxville I mark today as a turning point in my follicle life.

Two weeks ago I had a conversation with a friend in NYC and his wife (they shall both remain nameless) about haircuts. Due to some relatively bad cuts to his mop his wife (in his best interest) forbade him from frequenting the doors of the aforementioned businesses and their kin. Also my friend had some insane experience with a 'barber' whose abilities made Ray Charles more qualified to wield a pair of shears than this lady.

I, too, have had less than pleasant experiences with Sandi, Porche', Kiwi, 'Leisha, Tasha and too many more to count who have been given a small sheet of paper that I am supposed to trust thus allowing them to cut hair. I don't know A thing about who gives accreditation or what it takes to gain said certificate. So armed with a feeling of shared frustration and experience, I made the move to a salon.

Now just hold on before you start saying, "He moved to LA and now he's all Hollywood." When I get my nails done...then I'll open that door--but that's not in my intended future.

So I talked with Sarah (mom in the house where I live) and she recommended her salon so I called. I spoke with Johnnie (um...no question) who scheduled me for today at 1:00p.m. "Sorry, friend, I can't hang out with you because I have a hair appointment at 1:00!" I got there about 10 minutes early because I didn't know protocol for this whole thing. (I'm fairly sure at this point most of my female readers are laughing out loud because this is quite old hat for most of you but I am VERY new to this). He had a guy in the chair just finishing up before me who said Johnnie had been cutting his hair for more than 8 years. I was beginning to settle down and think it's all good.

I'm up.

After a short introduction and hair assessment I was told to go to the bathroom and put on the smock and "we'll wash your hair." So I went to the bathroom and began wondering...

...Do I take my shirt off and wear this smock like getting a physical at the doctor's office? Surely not. But then why go to the bathroom and give me a smock? Why not just give it to me in the chair? So maybe I do take off my shirt. If I'm not supposed to then that'd be weird for everyone in the salon! I decide to take off my shirt. Crap! There are two different kinds of smocks. I'm assuming one for ladies and one for men?! I have no idea. I just decide to pick one and go with it. I emerge hesitant and fake a confident demeanor.

Well it got easier from there. I sat in the chair and got my hair washed and then cut. I wanted something versatile that I could leave flat or faux-hawk it up. The whole process took about an hour and I felt great! We talked about the texture of my hair and some of the products I do use and some I should use.

I was taken care of and felt like this guy really knew what he was doing. I mean I guess this is like taking your car (if you care about it) to Bob's auto down the street because they can give you a better deal but you don't really know if Bob is any good at what he does OR you can take it to the dealer who specializes in your car and washes and cleans your car. It's all about the details.i'm a believer

You leave with not only a great looking and performing car but peace of mind and confidence. That is exactly how I felt. I was even given a "week warranty" where if I want it shorter within a week of getting it cut I can come back and he'll fix it.

This experience for me was worth budgeting for my monthly hair care.

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Super Bowl Party Plans?

Friday, February 02, 2007 by eric yang

So what are your plans for the Super Bowl? Chili soiree? Beer fest? La-Z-Boy Laziness? Shopping at Bergdorf Goodman's with the ladies? A dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?

Well, I for one - have none. How exciting is that? I believe the parents are coming in so I'd prefer not reeking of peanuts, chili and Heineken light when they arrive not that any of those three things are in my current diet. But, at least I can provide a decent recipe for you all besides one of aforementioned protein providers. Everyone loves Jalapeno poppers but what about poppers with goat cheese? Mmmm... delish.

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JALAPENO POPPERS WITH GOAT CHEESE
(Makes 2 dozen) Courtesy: CBS News

Ingredients:
12 jalapeno peppers (split lengthwise, seeds removed)
1 cup goat cheese
1/2 cup all purpose flour
3 eggs (beaten)
1 cup panko bread crumbs (or regular bread crumbs)
salt to taste
fresh ground pepper to taste
1/4 cup peanut oil (or vegetable oil)

Method:

1. Stuff the peppers with goat cheese, dust lightly with flour, lightly coat with egg and roll into bread crumbs. Season to taste with salt and pepper.

2. Meanwhile, place the peanut oil into a pan, over a medium heat. Carefully place the peppers into the oil and cook until lightly brown.

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RAZR Out, TREO In

Thursday, February 01, 2007 by eric yang

I love gadgets. Unfortunately, gadgets don't love me. They cower and break in my presence and tend to not last much longer than their original manufacturer's warranty. Hence, my tendency to purchase extended warranties despite knowing that they're all a big sham. But you know why I buy them? Because I'm the guy that has to use them.

Well, all in all I'm a happy camper. My new Treo 680 (in the copper color which looks nothing like the second phone from the left does in this photo) is a peach. It uses the Cingular EDGE network for pretty snappy internet browsing, it's light, has an MP3 player, a gorgeous screen and ton of other features I won't mention here. I'm excited about being able to update midweekpost from the road and I'm even more stoked I'll have have something to do while I'm waiting for the damn E Train to clamor into the subway station.

Oh... and I bet you were thinking... "I thought Eric would surely get the iPhone". The best part of all this is that I got an unlocked phone (hence the ability to get a color) so no contracts for this beast. Upgrades at my very whim.

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Wow. Where Have I Been?

by eric yang

One thing is for sure... I've been absent. I'm not going to chock it up to simple "busy-ness" this time though.

First things first - the creative juices in the ol' noggin are at an all time low. I tend to walk away from work (which requires my a-game creative juice) a bumbling idiot with hardly a coherent sentence at arm. It's a sad sight I assure you. I look like a relatively dapper, mentally incapacitated, broken man on my walk home. Destination: Couch. Unfortunately, until this week the Couch hasn't had much use as the nights have ranged from gun ranges (say wha?), to photoshoots, to a fashion show, to making the most of Restaurant Week here in NYC.

Some of you know that I've taken up this concept of "working out" in the morning. Some All of you know that I have never been one for the morning preferring my days to start sometime between post-breakfast and post-mid morning coffee with a comfortable lean towards lunch time. The rude awakening that is morning jog has really thrown my body's internal clock for a loop. To be honest I don't even feel like I've awoken up until I'm hitting the shower after my work out. A dry heave or two during circuit training sometimes does the trick too.

Regardless, none of this is an excuse. I know I'm sorely absent from my photo and writing duties so I humbly ask for your patience.

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Gerald Ford's Greatest Achievement

Tuesday, January 02, 2007 by eric yang

With the mourning of Gerald Ford I thought I'd highlight one of the achievements of the President past, let alone any President this country has had.

The Right Turn On Red.

Yes, it was Gerald Ford that passed legislation and encouraged states to adopt the uber-convenient ability that drivers could turn right at intersections with red lights. Of course it wasn't because of convenience or comfort but because the U.S. was going thru the OPEC oil crisis ~1973. Well, either way, it's 2007 and I am pleased to no end that I can turn right on red.

Oh wait, except in New York City because you can't turn right on red in the city.

Oh wait, I don't even have a car up here to be able to 'not' turn right with. Yay.

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Top 16 In 2006

Monday, January 01, 2007 by eric yang

Instead of my resolutions I thought I'd share my favorite things of 2006. Well, 16 of them at least.

16. Golf: My handicap was calculated and it was a sobering moment. A single solitary tear was shed, I'm sure of it. A finally realized that swinging the club with brute force was not going to get that white little ball any further and I think I may finally understand the mechanics of a chip shot.
15. The Gym: It's just happened over the past month but my recent venture back into the gym (six days a week, 1 hour each morning) has been a drastic lifestyle change. A good one... I think. I still hate doing mornings. I'm doing it in the name of physical fitness, but I'm hoping a couple of abs make their appearance on the way.
14. Street Vendor Food: Specifically, the guy on the corner of 53rd and Lexington that sells Halal food. Mixed lamb schwarma & chicken on basmati rice with white sauce and spicy chili sauce served with salad. All for $4. I'll take you thank you very much.
13. Las Vegas: Craps, texas hold 'em, gourmet buffets, champagne, drinks on the rocks. Gambling buddies. It's all too much to explain but it's far too great.
12. Xbox 360: It's the uber-toy.
11. Christian Bale: The guy is one of my favorite actors, not to mention the guy is Welsh. (because you know... Welsh and Korean... are real tight... ummm) Matt Damon is a close second.
10. DVR (TiVo): It took me a while to join the bandwagon, but better late than never. Recording shows on HDTV and watching them later, commercial free is pure bliss.
9. Keane - 'Under the Iron Sea': One of my favorite albums of the year, especially when it rains. Top song is 'Ode To Lonely' by Red Guitar, but I really am obsessed with new bands so choosing just one is a tough cookie.
8. YouTube: Need there be more said?
7. The Bagel: Toasted wheat bagels with cream cheese are a godsend.
6. Bargainist.com: Because just like you, I love a deal. On an entirely different note, Pandora.com has brought me musical joy for many-a-hours.
5. My local tailor: Because he hemmed it, trimmed it, fit it and it all looked fantastic.
4. Women's fashion since 2005: the mini, the skinny, the tunic, the belt, there was little I didn't like... well besides the ballet shoe - still not sold on that one.
3. MySpace: I hate it. I hate it. I like it. I love it. I hate it.
2. E-mail: I hate it. I hate it. I like it. I love it. I hate it.
1. New York City: This was the year of New York City, for me. It was my first year here and easily a turning point for my life. Career change, social melee, family separation (distance), culinary delights (ahhh...), rent flabergastment, fashion forays, physicality, oh and did I mention the street vendor food? This city has affected me in more ways than I can count and in fewer ways than I originally thought. I'm finally feeling more 'settled' so 2007 is going to be one helluva discovery year. Of course, I'll share as much of it as I 'can' here on the ol' midweekpost.

Hope the new years is a great one for you all and your resolutions are fulfilled.

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Christmas, By The Numbers

Tuesday, December 26, 2006 by eric yang

I came across these figures on one of the sites I like to read. Since I'm such a big fan of lists, numbers, and factoids I thought I'd share:

$457.4 billion - 2006 holiday sales
$435.6 billion - 2005 holiday sales
$485 million - US farmers' Christmas tree sales revenue in 2005.
$93.2 billion - donations given to religious organizations, the top recipient of aid
$38.6 billion - donated to education, the second largest sector
$1.2 billion - value of Christmas ornaments imported from China
51.7 million - people who shopped online from work for holiday gifts in 2005
46 million - households with an artificial Christmas tree this year
36 million- estimated number of real Christmas trees sold in 2006
22 million - households without a Christmas tree this year

$791 - Amount each consumer is expected to spend this year.
$451.34 - Will be spent on family.
$99.22 - spent on himself or herself
87% - Americans who believe holidays should be more about family and caring for others, not giving and receiving gifts.
$85.60 - spent on friends.
79% - do not believe it's necessary to spend a lot of money in order to have a fulfilling and enjoyable holiday.
47% - people who say they'd toss a holiday fruitcake in the trash without delay.
47% - consumers predicted to shop online this holiday season
$44.52 - spent on people like clergy, teachers, and baby sitters.
$30.57 - spent on greeting cards and postage
25 - number of years that fruitcakes can age and still be enjoyed, as long as they have the right preservatives and are stored in tightly closed tins
$22.40 - spent on co-workers.
17 - number of decorated trees in the White House
12 - number of drinks required to create a hangover like this one
11% - people who say they would make time to re-gift a fruitcake
4% - Americans who don't celebrate Christmas at all
1:1 - ratio of the density of the average fruitcake to the density of mahogany – Charlie White
via Gizmodo


Sources: Center for a New American Dream, BIGResearch, St. Paul Pioneer Press, Harper's Index, The Joy of Cooking, Department of Defense, Unity Marketing, National Christmas Tree Association, USDA Economic Research Service, US Census, US Department of Commerce, Charity Navigator, Giving Institute, The White House, Gallup, US Postal Service.

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The Saddest Thanksgiving Story Ever Told

Friday, November 24, 2006 by eric yang

Twas the day before Thanksgiving and all thru New York a storm was impending...

Wedesnday:
6pm - I decide not to drive thru Noreaster storm setting on New York.
8pm - Have Vietnamese food and go see Casino Royale with friend.
Thursday:
10am - Awake to torrential overcast gloom and mild rain, decide that parade is not in the cards for me.
11am - Venture out to Food Emporium to get quart of milk and eat my newly purchased Honey Nut Cheerios.
11:20am - Come back with milk... and two legs of fried chicken.
11:23am - Fried Chicken is gone, along with dietary dignity.
11:26am - Cereal eating ensues.
11:40am - Three bowls of cereal later I settle into food coma.
1:45pm - Alarm on phone goes off - I've set it so I can go to Amazon.com to try and get their weekly deal @ 2pm. (This story deserves it's own of post)
2:01pm - Cursing at my lack of success to get deal, I decide I'm going to brave rain, sleet and traffic to go home.
4:00pm - Go to get car from parking garage and bring to apartment.
4:24pm - Get parking spot directly in front of building. Throw fist up in happiness, like Tiger Woods.
4:50pm - Leave for Knoxville.
5:09pm - Drive thru the emptiest Lincoln Tunnel I've ever driven thru. Precariously take picture while driving.


It's a Lincoln Tunnel Party

7:05pm - Get hankering for what 99.9% of all Americans are partaking in, Thanksgiving dinner.
7:20pm - Notice that Cracker Barrels are still open, as I pass one on I-78.
8:05pm - Do not see another Cracker Barrel for 45 minutes. Craving for turkey and hashbrown casserole cause hot flashes.
8:25pm - Finally see a sign for one at exit 69, Progress Avenue. Only 14 miles. Decide to disobey local speed laws.
8:38pm - Arrive at Cracker Barrel, crack a smile, open door to 37 degree weather, and stop smiling.


Hi Mom, I'm pathetic!

8:50pm - Server hands me menu and says "Happy Thanksgiving, we don't have turkey or apple pie, the rest is available. What can I get you to drink?"
8:50pm - I hold back tears and order orange juice and water.
8:52pm - Survey the scene at the restaurant and realize that it's the emptiest restaurant on earth.
8:53pm - Begin mass texting people so I feel like I'm with company. Carry on some phone conversations, dwell in the pathetic situation.
8:54pm - Drinks arrive, I order the Pork Chop Country Dinner. "Hashbrown casserole instead of carrots por favor."
9:03pm - Food arrives unexpectedly quickly


The absence of Turkey never looked so sad as it did this fateful night

9:10pm - As I eat I begin wondering why no one has texted me back but continue eating food as that appeals to me more.
9:12pm - Call parents to update. Find that they are enjoying Thanksgiving party. We revel in appaling irony of situation.
9:12pm - Realize, as I carefully enjoy and savor the hashbrown casserole that I'm the only person eating in this Cracker Barrel.


May I get a refill please?

9:25pm - Finish with food, and leave 50% tip to compensate for pity party that servers were probably having in the back.
9:26pm - Pay at cash register and turn around to the emptiest Cracker Barrel gift shop.


If knit snowflake sweaters and dolls is your thing, then this is your place...

9:30pm - Realize, I can't leave Cracker Barrel without at least playing some oversized checkers. Lack of opponent painfully apparent.


Believe it or not, I won.

10:00pm - Check my phone again, see that none of my thanksgiving texts ever actually sent for whatever reason. Thanks motorola. Hit resend.
10:10pm - Feel loved again after responses are received.

Friday:
1:00am - Need fuel.
1:15am - Forget I need fuel and car reminds me by giving me yellow light and calling me idiot.
1:16am - Begin looking for open gas stations.
1:20am - See one. Pull over at open gas station I feel safe at since there are plenty of cars there just like mine.


"I got mud tires on my Benz too, thar reealll nice-like"

1:25am - Partake in the single saddest Thanksgiving dessert ever. A cup of stale coffee and rock hard sugar doughnut.
1:26am - Take picture as if it were product placement for my blog. Oddly satisfied.


"America Runs on Dunkin"

2:30am - Driving at exact speed limit to prevent getting additional tickets in State of Virginia who I have already contributed 27% of my net income to for traffic violations.
2:35am - Bored senseless at inability to go over 60mph with nary a single other car in sight. Continue blasting iPod and ungodly volumes.
2:40am - Barry Manilow comes up on shuffle. I proceed to laugh maniacly and turn volume up even louder.
2:44am - Give myself thumbs up for Karaoke performance.


"YOU SCORE A-PRUS ON SING-SONG. GOOD JOB, DO AGAIN!"

4:00am - Stop at rest area...
4:01am - Realize that every rest area in bloody state of Virginia still only has port-o-potties since they're ALL undergoing rennovation.
4:02am - Say "F-it" and go.


Turquoise... yeah, that's a great color for Port-o-Potties

5:17am - 13 hours and 723 miles later, I arrive at home.

For all of you who enjoyed your Thanksgiving with family and friends be thankful. It's a special day full of apple cobbler, cranberry sauce, copious amounts of meat, spirits, cornbread joy, football, family arguments and leftovers. What's more bona fide American than a gravy slathered turkey enduced nap? Regardless, as you settle in from your Black Friday shopping just know that I am having my belated Thanksgiving today. It's going to be full of kimchee, spare ribs and white rice but by god... it's Thanksgiving and I will have it.

Special thanks to my friend Jon who soldiered on with me for the last hour or so on the phone to keep me awake.

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I Don't Have A Girlfriend, I Have a Man Bag

Monday, November 20, 2006 by eric yang

Do you ever walk around and wonder what people carry in their bags? Be it purses, clutches, attaches, manbags or hefty glad bags I sometimes find myself looking at people's bags wondering what goodies they have in them. Not because I want to go all clepto on them but just because I know I carry a lot of stuff in mine. I'm a curious beast.

So, in commemoration of it's dutiful service and ability to blend in seamlessly with my entire wardrobe I thought I'd share what's in mine, which I have loved for the longest time... not that anyone's asked me to share this with you.

The history is as follows: I bought it at a Gap in Wales (Gap's overseas carry far superior products in my opinion) about 4 years ago for 75 pounds (roughly equivalent to about a billion US dollars today) and it's been one of the sturdiest things in my life. It's made the sojourn on countless trips across the US and Europe, dozens of outings, hiking trips and the day-to-day life of New York. It's outlasted one of my cars, one my computers and one of my girlfr... oh wait, I haven't had one of those. It's a canvas bag with leather embelishments and straps, rugged zippers, two side pockets, two ancillary front pockets and a center divider in the main compartment, four pencil/pen holders and a little secret pocket inside it for all the grade-3 smuggled goods I bring in from Tijuana. Wait, what? JK. Nevermind, I don't know what I'm talking about. On to the bag...

This is the bag:

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How One Lives in New York Earning $20,000 or $1,000,000

Thursday, November 02, 2006 by eric yang

It's a perpetual fascination for me. How do certain people do it? I certainly don't make one million freaking dollars but I don't make early-developing country government janitorial wages either.

This article in the New York Magazine about spending diaries in New York had me gripped from the start to finish. It chronicles a week of spending from five perspectives ranging from a student making $20,000 (I could have given plasma to the Red Cross every damn weekday between the hours of 9am to 4pm and still not managed to rake in that kind of scratch but that's neither here nor there) to a 7-digit income stock broker. You really should read it.

My two favorite entries to compare are:
The Stock Broker, earning $1 million a year, who spends $2 for a subway ticket
vs
The Grad Student, earning $20k a year, who spends $125 for a Migraine acupuncture treatment

Oh, and here is a little something fun for you to try out, it's from a similar article in the NY Magazine by Janelle Nanos.





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