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SJP + PPW = SATC 2.0 (BK)
After the needless brouhaha of Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick having twins through a surrogate died down, rumors surfaced that the power couple might have purchased a hand-me-down townhouse on Prospect Park West. Rumors are just rumors (hey kids, not everything you hear is true), but there appears to be confirmation that Parker’s production company just optioned the television rights to Amy Sohn’s book Prospect Park West. Basically, it’s Sex and the City after they have kids and move to Brooklyn. Oh wait. They already did that.
These features are not for kids.
The awesome people at Rooftop Films kicked off the annual Animation Block Party last night on the buggy lawn of the Automotive High School in Williamsburg. The films, which ranged in theme from a woman who tries to get over her ex by buying a dog to a kindly industrial plant that inadvertantly sends everything in its path to a polutted grave, are anything but your standard Disney G rated crap. Each short averages 3 minutes, so they’re guaranteed to keep the attention of even the most ADD adult.
The block party continues through the weekend at BAM, so go out and give the filmmakers some love.
When Pride and Prejudice and Zombies came out, I read the flap copy on my friend’s book and left it at that. But when I saw the trailer for the upcoming Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters, #2 in this Creepy Classics series, I was Interested (yes, capital I). Alliteration makes all the difference. And sea monsters? Really? Whatever the author was smoking, I want some. Here’s the book trailer*:
* Since when do books have trailers? And don’t you kind of wish this were a real movie?
Fireworks: why are they so damn appealing? (Photo by FlySi/Flickr)
I didn’t intend on seeing the New York Phiharmonic play in Prospect Park as part of the free Celebrate Brooklyn concert series since I had seen the same program the night before at the disgustingly crowded Central Park show. But when my evening plans in Greenpoint ended on the early side, I decided to make use of the (incredible) new G stop at 7th Avenue and meet up with my friends, who had staked out a grassy patch in the park. I missed the Mozart entirely but arrived in time for the Beethoven, my favorite crazy composer. The Philharmonic was superb, the air was warm but not humid, the bugs were greedily feasting on my legs, and the crowd was refreshingly mature (and if there were some young’uns around, the music was loud enough to block out their chatter); in short, everyone had something to be happy about.
But the best part of the evening came after the brief Mendelssohn encore…
This Bugaboo stroller retails for $950.00 (photo by Design Public/flickr)
Before I moved to Brooklyn, I thought there was only one type of baby stroller that had any name-brand appeal: Maclaren. These colorfully accented carriages, brandishing the company logo down the handle or on the seat, appeared everywhere on the Upper West Side.
And then I moved to Park Slope, where I soon became acquainted with the 3-wheeled “jogging” stroller, the stroller that can seat not two, but three (!) whiny children, and modern takes on the uppity pram. Now I know that the ones with the squiggled circle logo and massive back wheels – the same type carriage that once ran over my foot (hence the name of this blog) – is a Bugaboo, Gucci to a Maclaren’s H&M.
The most galling thing? These tricked-out rides, soon to be covered in spittle and crushed organic Cheerios, cost more than what I make in my entire paycheck. So pardon me, New York Times, for not wanting to run over and congratulate any of my neighbors for finally hitting upon this shockingly new concept of acquiring goods for their oblivious infants secondhand.
