Posted on January 21, 2015
To turn to matters more worldly, if you need to grab breakfast, lunch or something sweet for an energy boost, you’ll find Baked in Brooklyn nearby. Simply turn left out of the main gates from Green-Wood and cross the road.
The coffee is nothing special – like most New York coffee, I’m afraid – but the baked goods are amazing! Treat yourself to a sinfully good pastry or cupcake, or one of the many varieties of freshly baked bread.
For something more substantial, you can also grab a sandwich or salad from the fridge.
There are few seats at the window counter or on the solitary bench outside, otherwise get your goodies to go.
It’s open 7am-7pm Monday through Saturday, but closes early on Sunday, at 4pm. If you get there shortly before closing, you’ll probably be able to pick up some deals too…
Posted on January 14, 2015
Courtesan, adventuress, dancer, and bigamist: Lola Montez is one of Irish history’s most colourful women. In an age when most women were dutiful wives and mothers, she travelled to four continents and her entanglements led to the downfall of a monarch. Read More
Posted on December 10, 2014
I love a good zombie. Hell, I even love a bad zombie. (Resident Evil: Retribution excepted as it was just plain awful. Clones ruin everything, and where I Alice get that catsuit anyway?)
When the zombie apocalypse hits, it won’t be easy to wash your clothes, so make sure you choose colours that won’t show the dirt so much. Think ‘puddle of sludge’ – drab greens and browns are your friends.
|Resident Evil Extinction: Awww, cheer up guys, at least you’re colour coordinated!|
Posted on December 2, 2014
So, what does ‘kook’ mean?
In surf slang, it’s a term for a novice surfer – and not an especially nice one. If someone calls you a kook, you’ve possibly just done something really stupid. Did you accidentally drop in on someone or nearly get killed? OOOPS. To spare your blushes next time out, read up on some surf etiquette and make sure you understand the concept of wave priority.
Posted on December 1, 2014
When I was in Bali – at surf camp, but not actually surfing a lot – I randomly found a copy of I-Magazine.
At first, I wasn’t entirely sure who the magazine was aimed at, as it labelled ‘surf issue’ and covered with a svelte model’s swimsuit-clad butt. (Lad’s mag or fashion mag? Hard to tell sometimes.)
Nevertheless, I picked it up, and found the most resonant piece of surf writing: An Angry Love Letter to all Kookdom.
I complain about perfection. You laugh at your failures. I am good at
this. You suck. And now I realize: I’m the one who’s got it wrong.
You had it right before you had it all. If only you could teach the rest of us all that you don’t know yet.
Now I embrace my destiny; a surfer who will probably never shred, but probably always suck a bit.
Yes, I am the eternal kook.
Getting better just makes it worse.
Much, much worse.