If you truly are hip — or at the very least, a respectable geek — then you’ve been eagerly awaiting the news on the new search engine thingee “Cuil”.
That’s www.cuil.com for those of you not in the know. It was unveiled on the 28th and the reviews are rolling in.
The first thing you’re going to ask is, how the h*ll do you say that word?
Coil?…..Quill?…..Que-ill? And what exactly is a que-ill, anyway?!
Let us que-ill your curiosity: It’s pronounced “cool.” Read the rest of this entry »
You know those American Express ads in print magazines — the ones where Ellen DeGeneres and Tina Fey fill in the blanks with witty statements that simultaneously say nothing and everything?
Yeah, you remember ‘em. The ones with the images and pithy comments designed to manipulate us riffraff into feeling a kinship with the featured celeb so that we’d wanna become members of the same club: card members, that is.
It never occurred to me that American Express might be right until last night, when a piece of the ad with Tina and her daughter Alice got stuck on my sweaty glass of iced tea. Read the rest of this entry »
Like pretty much everyone else, I’m a Project Runway addict. So shoot me. I claim to be a hip urban parent; I didn’t say I was a dead fish. I need my downtime too, you know.
I sat last night and watched the various designers have hissy fits while Michael — with that pained look on his face as if he needed Ex-Lax (and stat!) – poo-poo’d their, um, “dresses.”
And then, DING! The most fantabulous idear evah occurred to me: Ms. Klum is missing a golden opportunity to have her airbrushed urban mom face plastered on yet more billboards and merchandise.
Heidi, Heidi, Heidi… girl, think about it:
People looooove to watch hissy fits. On a regular basis, the designers have hissy fits as if they were 3 year olds. Michael has hissy fits as if he were a 3 year old (with constipation). Nina has hissy fits as if she were a bored 3 year old who desperately needs a haircut. And real 3 year olds have hissy fits, like…ALL the time.
Just because you’ve got babies or kids in tow doesn’t mean that you have to end up unwrapping your dinner and eating with a plastic spork.
There are plenty of strategies for upscale eating with the fam.
Choose Carefully
Start out slow: Pick places that have long lunch hours, early dinner times and/or outdoor space. Choose a couple for the test drive. These places should be those that are further down on your “must try” list.
Why, you ask?
Well, because, frankly, there is the distinct possibility that if your child decides to throw the butternut squash ravioli at the sommelier you may be politely (or not so politely) asked to never return.
This also means that the restaurants you select for the trial run should NOT be ones that the celebs frequent.
I mean, you wouldn’t want to ruin your chances with Paul Rudd or Angelina should your princess decide to stand on the table declaring her intention to blow chunks if you don’t stop asking her to “just try” the duck two ways with red currant jus.
Time it Wisely
Obviously, the first move is to go during off-peak times.
If you want to try lunch, give it a go as soon as they open or right before they are ready to close up to prepare for dinner.
If you are striving for dinner hours, make a reservation — even if you are going at the stroke of 5:00PM when the doors swing open. If you have infants or toddlers, when making the reservation ask if they have high chairs or boosters.
We’re city dwellers. When we found out we were having twins, friends and family figuratively started packing our things for the inevitable move to the ‘burbs.
Friends sans kids warned: “We love you, but we won’t visit after you move way…out…THERE.”
And, I mean, honestly, who could blame them? Let’s face it: Sure, I can be (somewhat) entertaining, but I certainly ain’t worth the hassle one would have to endure to get one’s butt way out to Burbopolis.
