Sundays with Nick of Tim

 

by Nate Turbow

The Borscht Belt aka DIRTY DANCING LAND

Went to the Catskills for the weekend...

Squidbilly

 Gavin and Sophie Whiterabbit by the creek

 

Catskills

Took a little drive. Actually a lot of drive. We went to a few little towns, but mainly just drove and drove and drove and drove and drove. Our GPS was down and it wasn't working on any of our phones so if our car had broken down we could've been murdered in the woods. Sad part is, I've been up to the cabin multiple times. Women drivers!

Danielle

Saturday night...

Gavin and Emily (and their kids Sophie and Duncan) have a cabin next door to David's. Emily has a giant teepee - a real one - out back

not to mention the most beautiful dream house ever...

This bear is dressed as my 11 yr old boyfriend in summercamp. You think I'm kidding but wait til you read about it in the first kiss zine that Elizabeth and Marisa are working on.

the office

 

 Emily had this cast and gave it to him as a birthday gift one year. The plaque says "I hope its a fart"

Back to the cabin...

1am dinner prepared by this manfish, no bigs

Oh this? Nothing. Just Elizabeth reminding herself to remember the story Gavin told us about how his family back in Scotland had a personal beef with Rod Stewart for 20 years, which Gavin carried with him in as many years. Hence, the Beef Torch. I thought I had made up that term, so in all my excitement I gloated on the internet that I made a new rap lyric. But as Twitter would have it, I did not.

Let me just say that I've smoked weed maybe twice since high school. Never liked it. Until my October 2009 visit to New York when shit got crucial and ended badly after a trip to the deli. Anyhow, being that I'm an amateur, I don't know anything about paraphernalia. That said, when the guys found a VAPORIZER I didn't know what to do with it. Or even what it was. Took one hit and through a long thought process that followed this trajectory:

...vaporizer ≥ Hookah pipe --> Cheshire Cats --> tree --> the woods --> Cheshire cats again --> toking --> Alice in Wonderland --> Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum --> fat, effete, buck-toothed red- headed boys (that was how they looked in the 80's version of the book that my parents read me) --> the "Ginger Wars" episode of South Park --> animation --> the new Alice in Wonderland movie --> the Tea Party scene...

only these words came out of my mouth: "We are literally, like, Johnny Depp's most respected colleagues, you guys." Found out about my proclamation on Twitter the next day. Sweet! In case you are not yet aware, I am unusually fond of Twitter. Sad, really.

Hunter and Liz

Of course when we got home and looked through our photos, this little gem was mixed in. I'm just glad Danielle finally got to see Gavin's ween, because I'm pretty sure she's one of the only New Yorkers who hasn't been privy to it yet. Oh you haven't either? How could you have missed this thing?

Thanks for the fun times McInneses!

SNOWDAY

Dudes. Saturday night I watched two 1970s alien flicks back to back: The Man Who Fell to Earth and Fantastic Planet, the latter of which I've seen at least a dozen times. Can we agree is has the best score of any movie, no exaggeration? Sorry, Suspiria. Blaxploitation twang + Gainesbourg drawl + AIR tangents + Pink Floyd prisms + Wicker Man psych rock. I'm still not assigning this a worthy enough description.

Parts of it sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it, so I asked the internet what I was hearing and it told me that Mad Lib sampled it in Come on Feet. And Big Pun sampled it in Boomerang. KEWL!

 

I haven't been this thrilled about a sample mystery since I bought a Nathan Davis album called IF from the $1.00 record store in 1996, took it home and stumbled into Stick Buddy which Tribe Called Quest sampled on their first album. Turned out there were only 1000 pressings. HOW MUCH DO YOU GUYS CARE ABOUT THIS? (sorry, nerding).

"Wait... are you seriously this big of an asshole?"

And this brings us to SNOWDAY! My very favorite day of vacation. Cobble Hill in the morning to Ft. Greene in the afternoon to the East Village at dusk...

 

What I don't have pics of is the rad snowball fight happening in the park. Teenagers, kids and couples (and us). Seriously made me want to pack up my sunny house in LA and move back.

 

 

WARNING: BRING A BOX OF TISSUES BRO

These snow squirrels were all over the park. There was a teeny tiny cute old man making them. He and his wife were artists and sculptors that had lived in the East Village since they were students. Every morning he would take her for a walk around the park until three years ago when she passed away. She loved the black squirrels, so every winter when it snows he goes to the park and sculpts them for her until he has covered the park with them "because it makes her laugh." I know. Are you sobbing womantears from deep within yet?

Dear dogs and Olds, 

I love you. 

Dogs, I will take care of any of you, anytime. Olds, I will be your friend, listen to you, and honor you til I'm one of you, at which point I will talk shit about all of my friends to you until you die of boredom and I die of sun poisoning from hanging by the pool too long. Hopefully there will be a lemon tree nearby to brighten the mood when the coroner comes to fetch my dead corpse, which will be rigor mortis in a lounge chair, my left fingers clenched around an Arnold Palmer, my right holding onto a copy of I'm With The Band 2.

Aviva 

 Dropped off Ollie Red Sox and went to a cozy 2 hour dinner w Tasha, Amber, Carrie and Kathy Cho at Lavagna. INSANELY delicious Italian food and so romanticals. We headed to the Fish to meet Henry.

Conrad

 

my old boss, Foss. Happy 8 yr anniversary today LIT!

Pt. 2 next...

Sundays with Nick of Tim

 

by Nate Turbow