Archive | October, 2011

Food co-op, birthday parties, chocolate chip cookies, oh my

3 Oct

Yes, we joined the Park Slope Food Co-op, the heart of what uber-hip, FIPS creator (and a person who seems to revel in her own bitchiness, though we can all obviously see that this is a transparent kind of insecurity about her own self-worth. I mean, I don’t know her at all, but who calls themselves a ranty bitch?) Erica deems one of the 101 worst places not to see before you die. So far in my rather limited experience here in Brooklyn’s asshole central, I have met many many more people who are cynically self-righteous about people who are self-righteous about Park Slope than people who are actually self-righteous about Park Slope. Unlikeable people abound, but it’s not always entirely clear on which side of the hipster/breeder douchebag line they lie. Our friend David is always complaining about the place, too, but I mean, wtf? The city is huge! Go someplace where you’d be less miserable.

I mean, look, yes, we went to a collective Fall 2010 babies birthday party this weekend, which took place in a big open space in a local synagogue. Maybe 25 babies, 40-50 adults. We brought guacamole (made by baby mama! quite a burgeoning chef!). Someone else brought, well, I’m not certain what it was:

But other than this black-hole dessert (it’s like an ain’t no nothing dessert – maybe all those negatives make the most delicious positive ever created!), and its implied baby-fussiness, people were just super-nice. Didn’t make many friends. But never got the feeling that I was in the presence of stroller-bullies either.

On the other hand, a couple of weeks back we met some friends and friends-of-friends for the last food-truck rally of the season. I got Korean something-or-other (I think it was a kim-cheesesteak sandwich or somesuch). And while we were lounging about in the park, this dude went on a rant about how he hates the food coop. Actually, that he ‘hates inefficient markets’ full-stop. I mean, he was kind of funny, but he also had a job that was a total loss-leader for his organization. His whole Park Slope existence relied on an inefficient market activity that was in fact disappearing, leaving him and his family kind of fucked, hoping that a killer book deal would make up the slack. I can say almost for certain, it won’t.

But he went on to say that he was hoping to outsource his shift, which he detested, maybe to out-of-work actors who would play him during his stint on whatever committee/shift he was on.

And I’m kind of looking at this guy, this seemingly nice, funny guy, and I’m thinking, what the fuck? The dude next to me was a litigator, whose time was valued in the market at more than the rest of ours all put together; inefficient market dude’s wife, who obviously liked the coop, was kind of half-smiling and half-shaking her head through the whole conversation. And I spoke up and was like, who hates inefficient markets on principle? Is your time that valuable that you can’t spend 3 hours a month doing a shift? And if you are so keen on paying market rates for your shift, why don’t you have your wife do your shift, and pay her what she would deem the appropriate market rate? Or pay her in doing childcare. Or quit the fucking coop, it’s not like the mafia, where once you join, you don’t leave until you’re dead.

I swear I don’t understand people.

On an unrelated note, I made my favorite chocolate chip cookies, a whole 3 dozen of them. Unless you’re a dead-set Levain Bakery cookie-lover, my cookies are as good a chocolate chip cookie as there are out there in the universe. I’m decent at a lot of stuff, lousy at a huge amount of stuff, and excellent at a small number of things. The cookies, fortunately, fall into this last category.

Oh, and Baby mama goes out of town with the little one this week, giving me a week of unadulterated alone-time. I don’t know why I mention this, other than to say that I am, in equal measure, looking forward to the sleep and going to miss them both incredibly.

buying stuff for baby

2 Oct

You know, we don’t buy all that much stuff for BB. Many awesome people bought us awesome stuff pre-baby, and others gave/lent us structural ‘necessities’ (snap & go, pack & play, even a high chair). We received lots of clothes from the baby kula ring, and lots of toys from baby mama’s best friend in Boston. So we’re left with mostly-cute purchases.

And with that, let me simply point to this etsy shop.

The ones we are getting for Brooklyn Baby are these in particular, whose buttons are a source of joy and wonder (but mostly joy):

If only everything in his life could be as darling as these boots.