New job, new office digs: Murray Hill, southeast of midtown. Marginally less terrible lunch situation. My main jam right now is Guy and Gallard. I'm finishing a salad that was pretty bad, but their sammies are decent and they make a tasty pizzette.
You heard me.
There's a lot of Indian food to be had around here, but I haven't found anyplace that calls out to me and sings. I guess I haven't tried for a while.
We need more singing.
Friday, March 28, 2008
re-resurrection
Brian: guess what I just did
thats right
i posted at digbysatone
nbd
10:42 AM me: !!!!omg
omgomg
10:46 AM bmar i am touched
you did this for me
thank you
10:47 AM Brian: i did this for us, ben
i still believe in us
10:48 AM me: so do i
so do i
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
VT report
There is still snow on the ground. Its piled up against the windows on the first floor of the library. All anyone can see is snow and sky. It's like a ski lodge.
Friday, March 21, 2008
We're erratic and lunch in small town VT
Or maybe I'm erratic.
Much has changed since we started the blog: Ben and I have both moved (different apartments in his case, different states in mine), we've left our jobs (for a more interesting job 2.0 for ben, and the splendors of rural New England law school in mine), and we've both experimented with unusual chest hair configurations.
But our core love of Digby's remains strong.
BMar updape: I live in Vermont. It's a nice place to live, albeit in the middle-0of-less-than-nowhere. The first year of law school has been both awesome and sucky (my vocabulary has obviously grown). I've cultivated the analytic tools of the lawyerly trade, read a lot of landmark cases and influential theories, and become annoying when my friends want to watch "Law & Order."
I never get to eat at Digby's anymore. There are exactly six places which serve lunch in my town: a diner of low/greasy quality that is best preserved for breakfasts, a pizza place that sells bad pizza at surprisingly high prices, two bars, a deli/convenience store, and the on-campus cafeteria that is pretty small and minimalist. The only place I really like for lunch is one of the two bars, which actually has a reasonable restaurant business and a great view of the town green.
Much has changed since we started the blog: Ben and I have both moved (different apartments in his case, different states in mine), we've left our jobs (for a more interesting job 2.0 for ben, and the splendors of rural New England law school in mine), and we've both experimented with unusual chest hair configurations.
But our core love of Digby's remains strong.
BMar updape: I live in Vermont. It's a nice place to live, albeit in the middle-0of-less-than-nowhere. The first year of law school has been both awesome and sucky (my vocabulary has obviously grown). I've cultivated the analytic tools of the lawyerly trade, read a lot of landmark cases and influential theories, and become annoying when my friends want to watch "Law & Order."
I never get to eat at Digby's anymore. There are exactly six places which serve lunch in my town: a diner of low/greasy quality that is best preserved for breakfasts, a pizza place that sells bad pizza at surprisingly high prices, two bars, a deli/convenience store, and the on-campus cafeteria that is pretty small and minimalist. The only place I really like for lunch is one of the two bars, which actually has a reasonable restaurant business and a great view of the town green.
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