Shop Local. Diners, Deschanels, and Dives.

How does Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives relate to Zooey Deschanel??? Aside from both being deliciously bold & uniquely baller? Well … consider a local Rochester, NY hotdog joint & an unconventional boutique. Maybe the two-toned Fu Man Fieri & bright eyed Indie babe Deschanel could go in-sies:
Diners, Deschanels, and Dives.
Let’s do this.
Guy Fieri.
Twit Pic.
Zooey Deschanel.Twit Pic.

The other night, I got lil’ bit carried away. Or lazy. (Perspective.) While trolling ’round the internet figuring out how to increase my blog traffic (…there’s a lot more to this than recording your thoughts and Instagram-ing some phots, apparently), I happened upon Triple D, as Guy likes to say, … and never turned it off.
Homemade burritos, original BBQ, Salvadorian food, and hotdogs.
Hot. Dogs. Grilled & crisp. Custom dressed. Hot dogs. I had to have. I mean, I don’t even like hotdogs. Okay, take me to a ball game, I’m down. Grill me one up, I eat. So let’s put it this way. … I don’t crave hotdogs. Ever. (And Rochester, NY got some pretty good hots. Among other specialities, ‘s kinda our thing.)
So after my TV pig-out on Monday, ’round 10PM (when the new episodes air), I got a hankering. Craving. Longing. Aching. …Don’t pretend like you don’t know. And until some foodie-techie-god invents the TV which instantly serves your favorite TV show dishes, these tastes typically go unsatisfied. But this one was just too great. Lucky for me, I just live just a few streets from Monroe Avenue. Enter …
Pit Bull & Sweet Potato Fries.
Dog Town. Monroe & Oxford. Rochester, NY.
Truly. I cannot say enough about the culinary creations this surprisingly visually appealing hole-in-the-wall, at the end of Oxford & Monroe, cooks-up. For one, they use Martusciello’s bread. You might not be from the West Side, but you probably know what this means. (For those who don’t. Go. Bomber. Cannoli. Bread. Do. It.) For two, to understand, you just have to devour their menu, check-out some cute doggy pics (which line their walls), & eat-in or take-out
They even have vegetarian options! With names of hots which range from killer cities–Cincinnati Red Dog and Chicago Bull Dog–to cuddly pups–Bernese Mountain Dog, Pit Bull, Boston Terrier (a fraction)–you will find that picking just one is harder than plucking from the litter.
After being raised with a pit, being soul mates with another pit, & currently living with my roommate and her pit, I chose the Pit Bull Dog. You got sauteed peppers, onions, BBQ sauce, Dog Town Sauce.
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Thank you, Triple D–Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives–and Guy Fieri for inspiring this tantalizing treat for my taste buds. I owe you one. Oh and also, you should probably come to this place.
Diners, Drive-Ins, & Dives/Deschanel Combo
How’s my girl Zooey tie-in? Um. Classiest/bangingest dress I own.  (See above. See below.) So vintage-Indie-hipster, know Zooey’s kind of jel. And it’s work apropos. And it’s drinks approved. And it’s from a unique boutiqueRight across the street from DT.
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Fav Dress. Zooey-Esque.
I cannot do 668 on the Avenue justice in just this post. Imposs. Just like we can’t do DogTown hot dogs justice until you go on & get one … or 8. Basically, you need to know that Archimage is like no other shop in Rochester and truly, reminds me namely of gift shops I’ve seen ’round BK neighborhoods like Park Slope & Clinton Hill.
Zooey Dress. Fox Image Campaign.
Take from Twitter via Instagram.
Fashion for the Contentious-Minded Fashionista.
Their clothing is comprable to Anthro & has prices like Target. Someday I will photograph for you all the pieces I own. And all that I wished I owned…
Their jewelry mimes Forever21, oftener with better quality. …I got my prom jewelry here! But also just as trendy. And certainly more one-of-a-kind.
Dress Required a Slip.
Vintage from Mom.
Stuck for a Gift?
Let’s talk toy shop. Old fashioned. New fangled. Multi-Award Winning. Something out of Diagon Alley, without the wizarding bobs. Though I’m sure you could find those, too. What you deff will find are finger puppets for toddlers. Bacon wallets for hipsters. And wooden snakes for old school young-at-heart-sters. It’s like 3 walls of odds ‘n’ things. But you get lost for hours and more.
Birthday, Anniversary, Weddings
Asian pottery. Crafted wind-chimes & instruments. Silver Celtic & Asian inspired jewelry. Throws & scarves & clothes made of recycled and/or natural materials.
Stressed, Spiritual, Neither, Both.
Archimage will help you unwind. Incense. Candles. Lotions. Tibetan Singing Bowls. After almost 30 years of biz, this staff is knowledgeable & reliable.
Promise a separate post just on this beaut with pics & pics & pics galore. Until then … You don’t have to park on Monroe Ave. Hit up Oxford Square  (parking lot right off Oxford before Monroe/check out this Roc blog I just found!!!) or Oxford Street itself & bring your wallet. You will find more than you bargained for.
And that’s a great thing.
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So whatchya’ say Guy & Zooey 
Cool & Hip combo, no.
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View of DogTown Sign, Monroe Ave, Oxford Square.
Rochester, NY.
Diners, Deschanels, and Dives.




Shop Local. Enjoy a Staycation!

.Vacation~y Vibes.
Me. New Mattress. Just Delivered.
Giggling like someone on vacation, right.
During Momsly’s vacation time, we couldn’t book the gorgeous, serene, restful, relaxing, beachy Lake Ontario Beach House  (LOBH) which we normally book this time of year (fingers cross’d for the Fall!), so, instead, we’re extreme stay-cationing … as though Hamlin off of the Parkway isn’t near enough. (Ooh, but at the LOBH, it feels so far.)

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Keeping in time with the doesn’t-feel-so-west-side vibe which the LOBH certainly spews like foam from its waves, my mama & I crossed the river & headed there. 

1.) Bought a Mattress. So much more luxurious than it sounds. And Monroe Mattress Outletinexpensive, no frills, honest people–may as well be too, for the mattress deals you get. I can’t wait to just sit & snuggle with my new…lay? But, I’ll be sleeping so.
Seriously love Monroe Mattress Outlet & this Pillow Top Mattress.
Even sounds dreamy. AahhhI can’t wait for sleep!
2.) Main Street Brockport. We ate, we shopped, we talked. A lot. The talking: we did a lot of talking. There are some loquacious sales folk in the Village of Bport. I mean, they out-talked my mom and me… But friendly nonetheless and with j’adorable shops.
MudPie jetsetter tote.
Tre European. Heremes vibe, no.
While there are numerous cutesy places to peruse, my mom & I made purchases at an upscale boutique and a independently owned book shop. The boutique reminded me fondly of those so oft situated along Skaneatleas or Niagara on the Lake. Scarves, rings, bags, jewels, dresses. Expensive. But then I spotted this gem. (How could you miss?) 
Hermes Inspired.
Top Left, Bottom Right: Forget Me Not
Top Right, Bottom Left: Hermes via Google Images.
And how could you not buy. On-sale, fairly priced, needing a travel bag. I am in love. Hanging in my room across from my mattress where I’m currently luxuriating because both are that fabulous. Truly, I will not forget Forget Me Not.
Karen Kane Collection.
Love the chain prints!
The book shop, I could have spent hours. Neatly arranged, new book smell, old book feel. And restrooms for the public! (So convenient.) Plus, they offered free zucchini. …I smell the bread already. 
Free Zucchini & Discount Books.
What more???
Both my mom & I purchased gently used–though you could never tell–books from the stand in front, which housed the zucchs. Lift Bridge Book Shop is so cumfy & cozy, that free zucchini logs only makes sense. 
Hey, good 

Shop Local. Sugar Mountain Bake Shoppe.

Just go. Corner of Park & Alexander. (Right down the street, conveniently for moi.) Alongside La-Tea-Da! Tea Room & Parlour. (Post coming soon.) And in Brighton.
Sugar Mountain Bake Shoppe.
Left Clockwise: Nutella w Mocha, Kiwi Strawberry;
Blackberry Chardonnay, PB Cup (usually w mini-pb cup topper
… but I got the last one. Mmmmmm)
Top 5 Why

1. Flavors: fresh, classic, funky
2. Service: sweet, quick, super nice
3. Frosting: light, airy, rich, delicate, billowy
4. Cake: gigantic, flavorful, moist, surprising
5. Location: quick, tea-room in-house, local


And you get this Frequent Buyer cute lil’ stampy card where, once you buy 12, you get 1 free. … Baker’s Dozen accumulating very soon.
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Even before they blew-up: bakeries in New York, Food Network’s Cupcake Wars, cupcakes were always plentiful. Tupperware stacked with alternating yellow & chocolate for lil’ Sammy’s birthday. (Who’s Sammy? I don’t know.) But not always great.
Well lately, I’ve found the scrumtrulescent (ahh – best I could find) winners. Trader Joe’s. See Here. Dollop. Blog didn’t yet exist. But that’s some good ish, & I like her blog. Follow Here.
But, I will say it, Sugar Mountain cupcakes from Sugar Mountain Bake Shoppe are hands down my favorite. Not just because I can walk there right now, few blocks down from where I eat, live, & sleep. But becausewhile I j’adore the frosting they make & could just take a tub of it, go to town–they are the only bakery in all of the world of bakeries of tried (a good many few) where I like the cupcake best.
I like the cake part of the cup the best!
Oh those fluffy insides. Thin layer of crystallized crackle to the out. Airy and moist.  Makes me feel like a Ballerina in Candy Land while getting a manicure in my mouth & riding the Sugar Mountain Express. (See what I did there?) Like Care Bares floating on clouds while eating cotton-candy flavored chardonnay cake. I just can’t explain it. 
I took bites from all & ate almost all…. Yeah.
Left Clockwise:
All 4 all in-tact, Showcasing
Nutella Mocha … but bites from all; Hello PB cup (first victim);
Blackberry Chardonnay (saved most for Mama)
1697 Monroe Ave, Brighton
Go buy these cupcakes!!!!
258 Alexander Street, Rochester

Essay. Why I Write.

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One 
would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can 
neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that
makes a baby squall for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable
unless one constantly struggles to efface one’s own personality. […] And looking back through
my work, I see that it is invariably where I lacked a political purpose that I wrote lifeless books
and was betrayed into purple passages, sentences without meaning, decorative adjectives and
humbug generally.
                                                                           -George Orwell 1946, “Why I Write”

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I haven’t posted because I’ve been working.

Making money: never. Words, yes. Plucking fibers from the air of a life that’s unraveled and weaving them into pages.

I’m still working, now. Tirelessly. Last night, while I looped in and around the rungs of sleep, I edited words which I’d read at least 800 times already: silent, aloud, fractured, full. Hyperbolic? I think not.

This week I hope to wrap-it. Not the writing. But the crafting. The carving of my piece on the months spent wandering inside of the globe of a city called New York. 2009, maybe ’10, the year we embarked. Hands dehydrated with clay yet awash with water just to skim a few layers here and add functionality there

I need begin researching. My favorite memoirs. Their publishers. Styles. Tone. Syntax. Semantics. Story. Ticks. Resurfacing.

I’m not sure that mine fits: fiction-like, literature, far beyond the scope of schoolyard scribbles. Every time I write, I feel the pen & ink, weighted in my hand. But when I look down and read, thick and sloppy chalk slaughters the sagging lines of my page. Like assaulting cardboard with a box-cutter to slice intricate snowflakes into lace.

Truly, you will never know. Not the writing. But what it was like. God could maybe tell you, but, all writers, all I’ve ever known, have only ever tried.

(Shawn Booth. Kamikaze Tattoo.)
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George Orwell (Animal Farm, for one) famously penned the essay (1946) and the inspiration for this post. Here are my favorite excerpts. Worth reading because it’s not just about the write.

“[…] I think there are four great motives for writing, at any rate for writing prose. They exist in different degrees in every writer, and in any one writer the proportions will vary from time to time, according to the atmosphere in which he is living. They are:

(i) Sheer egoism. Desire to seem clever, to be talked about, to be remembered after death, to get your own back on the grown-ups who snubbed you in childhood, etc., etc. It is humbug to pretend this is not a motive, and a strong one. Writers share this characteristic with scientists, artists, politicians, lawyers, soldiers, successful businessmen — in short, with the whole top crust of humanity. The great mass of human beings are not acutely selfish. After the age of about thirty they almost abandon the sense of being individuals at all — and live chiefly for others, or are simply smothered under drudgery. But there is also the minority of gifted, willful people who are determined to live their own lives to the end, and writers belong in this class. Serious writers, I should say, are on the whole more vain and self-centered than journalists, though less interested in money.
(ii) Aesthetic enthusiasm. Perception of beauty in the external world, or, on the other hand, in words and their right arrangement. Pleasure in the impact of one sound on another, in the firmness of good prose or the rhythm of a good story. Desire to share an experience which one feels is valuable and ought not to be missed. The aesthetic motive is very feeble in a lot of writers, but even a pamphleteer or writer of textbooks will have pet words and phrases which appeal to him for non-utilitarian reasons; or he may feel strongly about typography, width of margins, etc. Above the level of a railway guide, no book is quite free from aesthetic considerations.
(iii) Historical impulse. Desire to see things as they are, to find out true facts and store them up for the use of posterity.
(iv) Political purpose. — Using the word ‘political’ in the widest possible sense. Desire to push the world in a certain direction, to alter other peoples’ idea of the kind of society that they should strive after. Once again, no book is genuinely free from political bias. The opinion that art should have nothing to do with politics is itself a political attitude.”
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(i) I like to think a lot about what I will say & how funny I’ll sound when Ellen interviews me, SNL invites me as host, & Joel McHale begins to emulate me.
(ii) I read my words aloud. A lot. (Like right now.)
(iii) I want to fossilize the truth of what happened to me because its posterity could change meaning for possibly the world.
(iv) Health Insurance. Mental Health Care. Women’s Rights. Education. Free.
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here’s to writing a book.
& then getting it
(but mostly, 
to writing a book.)
& Orwell, too.

Love. Laughs. Life. Local. Americana 4th.

Every time I hear:
O’er the land of the free,
& the home of the brave.
Flag from Schooner’s. Genesee River.
I hope that everyone enjoys a safe & celebratory 4th of July. Remember who fought & how. Respect the fight & the free. Never give into fear. And seek bravery, ever into the night. 
Full Moon from Lux Lounge. South Wedge.
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Calabrese’s in The Flats. West Irondequoit. 
Farm House. Calabrese Studio.
Sitting on the Dock. Shannon & Devon.

Canoeing. Campfire. Matt.
Americana. Beauties. Shannon. Devon. Katia.
Thinkin’ & Talkin’. Shannon. Devon.
 Huggin’ & Wearin’ White. Katia. Shannon.
Walkin’. Backyard Camp. Shannon.
Tom’s Toes. Nicole.

 Charlotte Beach. Lake Ontario.

Seagulls. Sand. Sun.
Lake. Life Guards.

Home. West Irondequoit.

Klonk. Clothesline. Clothing. Butterfly Bush.
House Recipe. Neighbors. Brewed in Roc. Schooner’s.
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DumDum. PBR. PB&J. Lux. Sober. So. Happy.
4th of July.