I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
Hi, everyone!
Life has been crazy lately, but I’m finally in London! I’ll be interviewed by Alicia Keys - the Alicia Keys - today and then will attend her concert tonight.
It’s early morning here and gray. I’m too excited to be tired. So far.
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Cheerio!
Nearly two months ago, I went on a hiking adventure with my friend Mike. I guess some people might call him Mike #2, as I have another Mike I’ve been friends with longer.
But there is no Mike #2. They are both #1. If I were their Little League coach, they’d both get to be pitcher.
So this Mike I went hiking with is Mike, the aspiring chef. Mike, my Dominican brother from another mother. Mike who can’t ride a bike. (I told him I’d teach him if I could blog about it. He declined).
What Mike said I could blog about is taking a hiking trip to Cold Spring, New York. It’s close to Poughkeepsie and full of trees, fresh air, and antiques.
Two of my photos were recently selected for inclusion in Schmap New York and Chicago editions.
Schmap publishes digital, mobile-ready travel guides for 200 destinations throughout the U.S., Europe, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand.
No more walking around with a map, looking like a doofus with a lot of cash.
Let’s talk about Sunday again, shall we?
I spent some of the day traipsing through Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, official burial grounds of Washington Irving, Andrew Carnegie, Elizabeth Arden, and Leona Helmsley, to name a few.
This may sound creepy, but what a gorgeous place to be dead. Or alive.
Today was not just a fall day, but the fall day. The winds were cool, the leaves like gems.
It was so beautiful.
I’ve wanted someone to take a picture of me inside a refrigerator for some time. Preferably one of those big bodega coolers stocked with malt liquor and cottage cheese, but I’d settle for my own Frigidaire.
That said, I heard about an opportunity to go cave exploring, or spelunking, last month. What do you think I said?
Hint: Rhymes with “mess.”
It was challenging to film my trapeze experience, but here’s a quick clip.
Thanks for holding down the silver button, Allison!
Trapeze! from Amanda Green on Vimeo.
In early 2009, my friend April and I decided we’d meet in July for BlogHer. I’d wanted to attend the conference for years, plus it was in Chicago, a city I’ve considered adopting. It would be awesome.
Life was so different then. Sasha and Malia didn’t have a dog yet. MJ was still walking around wearing his masks. I was happily dating TBID.
A few weeks before April and I were set to fly from our respective cities - Austin and NYC - I vowed that I wouldn’t be a Debby Downer over the trip. Yes, my heart had just been torn open and dropped in a sandbox, but I was going to shut up about it. Well, try to.
Now that I have tranquilizers I can wash down with some Pine-Sol, I guess it’s time to tell you more about my trip to Chicago. Just thinking about the situation makes me lose circulation below the waist.
Because that’s what happened. I flew JetBlue and ended up sitting and waiting a really long time for my flight. My delayed flight to Arewethereyet, Illinois.
See also: My delayed flight from Arewethereyet, Illinois to Yagottabeshittingme, New York.
If I stop halfway through this tale, just remember that if I said really obscene things about JetBlue’s mother, it would be totally justified.
