Pizza Pizza... Pizza pizza-pizza pizza pizza. Pizza.

The past 2 days I've had pizza for 3 meals. Why you ask? Because I can. Isn't adulthood great? You can choose to eat ANYTHING you want at anytime! Tomorrow morning, I could wake up, eat an eggroll, a cupcake, and a 6 -pac of small Sunny D bottles if I so chose. Hell, it's cheap! Of course I don't do that often due to me wanting to live and not fall into a complete state of atrophy. But damn, wouldn't that be great? I mean... look at that.
Or that.Or THAT!
Man! Are you kidding me?! That thing exists. Just try it one day. Don't just eat Cheerios or toast every morning. I am not degrading Cheerios in the least. I think they are simple, yummy, and amazing. But imagine having a slice of cake for breakfast. Or some ribs. Or a chicken sandwich. Whatever you might crave that morning. Lo Mein. Go for it. Doing things like that is FINE in moderation. Moderation is key. Eat that cupcake. You deserve it.

Marinara Sauce for you.

Because i can't be there for you right now, know that i am there for you. Your inspiration is endless and boundless. Even through sickness and unending work, you find time to support others in need. Your endless love and dedication is immeasurable and continuing to make me want to be a better person. Thank you and I love you.

....I'll make it anywhere. It's up to you...

So... the Mets lost tonight... It's not upsetting just simply that they lost. It's upsetting because of the potential they have. The potential they have for going all the way. For accomplishing what they set out to do. Finishing their season the way they intended and started out. It's more of a shame that only the people closest to the Mets - the ones that watch their games, know their players, know the conviction of even their coach - are the ones that see all this potential. They are becoming a young team. A very talented team that is learning their strengths and weaknesses. Other teams out there are very good, of course. The key to the other teams is that they are consistent. They may not always be incredible, but they are also not always terrible. They are consistently adequate or slightly above par enough for them to finish a great season and win the World Series.
They've faltered again this season. This was a season they wanted more than even the season before. More than most other seasons. It was a very special season to prove not only to others, but to themselves. They buckle under the pressure. If they don't make the playoffs again this season, it really is going to be fine. There is always next season and the season after that. They have their entire lives ahead of them.

My So-Called Awkward Life

Holla everyone.

So last night was Lipstick Jungle's Second Season Premier Party. I had no idea that shows did premiers for their second season. Maybe most don't, but maybe, just maybe, that's what separates LJ from the others... I don't know what I'm talking about. Anywords, it was a surprisingly very enjoyable time. Maybe it was the slight buzz I had from the drinks, or the fact that my amazing girlfriend was there with me alongside one of my great friends Keith Powell to sort of enjoy the ridiculousness that was the party. Constantly feeling like I don't belong, and yet slowly growing to realize everyone probably felt the same exact way. The majority understanding the hilarity of the party.
I also was wondering who most of the people were there. I had NO CLUE who some of them were or even could be. Were they hired extras? It seems no one knew them so I wonder how do they all they get invited to such parties? A lot of them were very young people. What were they doing there? I know what they were physically doing there was just looking around for big-wigs and head-honchos. But who the heck were they all? I mean, it was packed! Packed!

On another note, the hors' deuvres were much better this time around. Last time there were little tidbits of food with no hope for rememberence. Yet this time, there was asparagus tempura, and little lobster thingies on garlic bread-crustinis, and ice-cream balls with a hard chocolate outer shell, and mini-burgers! Mini-burgers!

So on with the real story of the night. In the very beginning of the event, my friend (and colleague) Matt Lauria, his wife Michelle, Megan and I were all lined up waiting... and waiting... and feeling horribly uncomfortable... and waiting to finally go on the red carpet. We unfortunately got there RIGHT after Brooke Sheilds, Lindsey Price, Kim Raver, Robert Buckley, David Nerona, Paul Blackthorne, and Rosie Perez got there. So... we had to wait to attempt to grace the red carpet with our overlooked-incredible presence. As we were waiting and waiting, I looked behind me and saw Andrew McCarthey. He directed the last episode of Lipstick that I was on and he was INCREDIBLY nice and talented. Always had something smart and/or funny to add to a moment. He also walks very distinctly. It's as if every motion he does is just connected very smoothly to the next. It's amazing really. Anyway, I saw him and he waved to me, smiled and said hey, and I responded in like, with a hint more eagerness. I turned to Megan and basically bragged that he noticed me. In my mind I'm thinking, "shit. I should have gone over and shook his hand at least." I tell you all this because of how the night comes full circle. At the very very end of the night, when Megan, Keith and I are all about to leave, we come down the steps and I spot the mini-burgers. I had seen them from afar all night. We were flirting and never coming too close. I saw someone do something goofy, the mini-burgers noticed it too, we looked back at each other and made a funny face and we giggled and awkwardly averted gazes..... Anyway... I finally went up and got one of them with my right hand. In my left hand was a drink. A vodka tonic. I thanked the caterer too much, and was about to gobble the little burglet in my mouth when Andrew McCarthey comes around the corner. He says hi to me again and me, thinking "I can't let him go away again without shaking his hand", had no other choice but to put the entire burger in my mouth and shake his hand. With my burger halfway through and out of my mouth, I tried to muster up the words "hey! Great seeing you! Take care", as he stared, said something like "You too" and went on his way. Such is my awkward life. These moments you see in TV shows or in movies when the awkward nice guy tries to impress people of whom he is impressed ends up making a fool out of himself can also happen in real life.

So that's the jist of the night. Megan was incredible, beautiful and charming as always. I was there, too. It was a very nice night and I surprised myself by how much fun I had.

I came home just in time to watch the Eagles lose in the last minute. Great. I am an Eagles fan. I saw the clips and McNabb did well, until I was able to watch. Maybe it's my fault.

All in all, a very fullfilling night that I am very happy I was coaxed into going to.

To you and yours,
Seth

We Are Delaware

I'm in Delaware right now. The up-and-coming State. The State that is slowly being put back on the map... when it was the first state put on the map... and then became one of the easiest to forget. 

Now, thanks to Biden, it's... a step. A step towards people somewhat caring about the little state again. A step towards showing we have more to offer than just tax-free shopping and beaches. A step towards freedom. A step away from being the First State First Forgotten... Today we celebrate our Delaware Day. We Are Delaware. 

I hear crickets outside my window. It feels as though they're welcoming me. With each chirp - "Hey" "Hi" "Seth" "Remember?" "Home." Each chirp so deliberate. This is what they do. This is their nature. Their natural state. 

There must be a way to somehow bypass all that restaurant cooking and go straight into having a show on food network. I don't think I could handle all that stress of making meal after meal and it need to be in such a short amount of time. Performing and cooking for a show would be ideal. Somehow. Someday. A mom and pop store/restaurant/book shop/flower shop. It will all be so. Somehow.

To You who reads my blogs, the one, I love you and your words. Even though I'm worn right now, and my mind is a blur, all that is clear is you.

Warmest Regards

Seth Kirschner

Back by Popular Demand

"You're gonna leave me to write what I already know... to me"

I ate some good Salmon today. Made some with Jerry (my roommate for ya'll that don't know). Along with the juicy salmon, i made a muy caliente salsa. Really muy caliente.
Hey, who here hates the word "juicy"? I do. I not only dislike the word, i mainly hate shirts and short-shorts that only have the word "Juicy" on it. Is that a name brand? Are you implying that it's the condition of whichever body part it's covering? Stop it. Put something on that says "Nice" or "No Need to Show Off" or "I'm Attractive, Yet Respectable".

Today felt like a very nice energy day. I haven't had a strong one in a long while. Just a nice walk-down-the-street-with-a-slight-smile sorta day. Help others with helpful energy.
I went into a grocery today (hey! remember my last blog?!) and was just a-mosying around and picking up a few things here and there. Some Rosemary. No joke. Picked up some Rosemary. Anyway, I went up to the counter to purchase said spice and heard - then saw - a child in a stroller, crying. For some reason i felt the energy to just look at the kid, not intimidatingly or without any pretension, but just calmly and smiling slightly. The kid stopped crying. Then his mother came back and blocked my view of him and his of me, and he started crying again. I leaned slightly around the mother, without her seeing, and made the same style eye contact with him and he stopped crying again. I continued to make eye contact throughout my transaction. Then left and kept an eye on him. As i left his frame, i could hear him start to cry again. Not sure if i really had a power in the matter, but it seemed like something worked. I'm going to try that more from now on. Not just with crying children, but maybe with people that seem like they need some good energy. I won't overstep my boundaries, i promise, but i'll try bit by bit.

Note to self: Never use the USPS to receive a package. Ever. Again. They don't care and don't know a thing. To possible readers: Sorry if you work for USPS or know someone that does, but from my experience, it's been pretty terrible. Use UPS or FedEx.

Do i have any readers other than you?
I'll bet you looked really pretty today.

Well, I'm off to watch either The Muppet Show or Seinfeld to fall to sleep. Goodnight Moon. Goodnight Mogwai.

Best wishes,

Seth H Kirschner

Clever first Blog Title

There is so much that happens in the world. So much that happens to each and every one of us. Where is the right place to start for an initiative blog?! So many options! So many roads!

Let's start with food

I've been trying my best to eat well lately and trying my best to save money. However, it seems, as it always does, special occasions occur for me to not follow suit to my own ideals. It was the Megnanimous Megan's birthday yesterday, so - of course - i made her a macaroni and cheese from scratch. With extra cheese. Firstly, it was quite a revelation of food history. Secondly, it was loads of cheese to deter me from eating healthily. Which one wins? The revelation. But still, it makes me wonder, will i ever really find the perfect time to just start eating more healthy? Or will i forever revert to my natural instincts and only eat those fatty things that just taste so f'n good? (Can i curse on this thing?) There must be a way to find a happy medium, right?

The way i've figured is i rarely go to a Supermarket anymore. I go to vegetable/fruit groceries nearby that are much more organic and fresh than supermarkets. If i also am getting meat, i'll go to a meat market or a whole foods. Meat markets and groceries are both less expensive and fresher than any supermarkets you'll find. The real prize to get to are farmer's markets. The Union Square one on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays and Sundays (I believe that's all) is crazy good.

Megan and i saw Neil Diamond last night. It. Was. Unbelievable. In so many ways. that man... (is old, first of all). He was amazing. He didn't take a sip of water for at least an hour and a half into the set. And that man was belting a ton of tunes. He was incredible, and the experience was even moreso. Dancing with Meg to Neil up all the way in the top of the bleachers away from all the rest was all that was needed for a perfect night. She is love. What also was great was that we saw Wilco two nights before. I can't even begin to describe how brilliant Jeff Tweedy is. The juxtaposition of the two were great and still loved them both in both the same way, and yet completely different ways... Difficult to express unless even if you've seen them both... in the same week.

Speaking of food and pretty unhealthy but so f'n (again?) well worth it... megan bought me cooking courses for my birthday. A perfect gift from a perfect soul. I HIGHLY suggest everyone buying a course for someone they love from the Institute of Culinary Education for a gift. There's all sorts of courses..... Megan bought me Chocolate Cake and Pasta Lovers. How fucking great is she?! (I said "fucking"!) Go check out the website. So well worth it. You get 5 hours of a course and get to take home what you made, as well as take home all the knowledge and put it forth in your life. I truly think one of the most amazing things in life is being able to create something for someone else to enjoy. What is better than cooking? Everyone needs to eat, so why not enjoy creating something from scratch, eating it and knowing you created this thing all by yourself. It's like a baby.........
You (and usually a partner) join together, with the necessary ingredients, over time it forms something without your full knowledge, and out pops a beautiful baby(lasagna) ready to live it's life/be eaten....
You get the idea... right?


It's late. I feel like this might not have been the right way to start off a blog/reader relationship, but it will get better. I promise.

Best Regards

Seth H. Kirschner