Wednesday, June 29, 2011
The first step is admitting you have a problem. Well, something has gone terribly awry in my life, musically speaking. I used to consider myself to be a pretty hip person, scoffing at popular trends and gaily marching to the beat of my own drum. I was into indie stuff, played bluegrass on my guitar at home, went to shows of bands that wouldn't be caught dead on the radio.
This year, something has happened that has made me believe that I am in serious need of an intervention. I need to go to Top 40 Rehab.
It's absurd. I don't know what happened. I suddenly starting loving pop music and now it is destroying my life. I sing Katy Perry in the shower. When I clock in at work, I start singing, "I can see your Halo", a la Rihanna. Whilst mopping the store at night, I replace the lyrics of Taio Cruz' "Dynamite". With "I like to mop, mop, mop, mop. 'Cause all the dirt is on the top, top, top, top.." I find myself looking for chords of Kesha songs at home so that I can do my own acoustic renditions. When going to my local bar, people cringe if I go near the jukebox, because they know they will be subjected to at least 20 minutes of sheer Top 40 Hell.
I don't get it, but pop music makes me strangely happy. It's fun to dance to, has simple lyrics, and helps keep the energy up during a long shift. However I am pretty sure that Lady Gaga is eating my soul. I'm almost certain that there are subliminal messages in there that are telling me to shop at Sears and drink Starbucks coffee..
So please, friends, help me out. It's summer, so there are tons of shows happening. Take me with you. Send me suggestions for new music. I have a problem and I'm finally ready to get help.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Caitlin and Amanda and their...friend! At Marc Vetri's Alex's Lemonade Stand Fundraiser.
Nelson and Kristen at the second Night Market! Before Armageddon struck! (It rained a little)
Hongry nommers at the Night Market! Go eat Roost's chicken NOW it was amazing!
Matt and I have been friends for almost ten years - now he's a bonafide part of the Capo family.
Ferris wheel on Broad Street?! It was crazy, PIFA Street Fair. Crazy and awesome.
This is Henry! He and his family just moved to Philadelphia and immediately fell in love with the Penn store. He was pretty excited about his chocolate & cherry cone. Yay love. Lookit those eyeballs. Someone's gonna be a heartbreaker.
Yay! More to come!! Send us your Capo pics if you have any!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Blog post ideas I have so far discarded today:
--Things I might do this weekend: sleep, geek out on sports, Taste of Philadelphia, sleep.
--Things I probably won't do this weekend: clean the bathroom, write the Great American Novel.
--Things I definitely won't do this weekend: participate in a triathlon, fly to Paris, drink white zinfandel.
Lame, right? And how would I puff any of them into a couple hundred words, anyway? Thus here we are, me writing some weird meta-blog about (sorta not really, if you think about it) writing a blog post and listening to my stomach gurgle. Did you know you could spend over ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS on an ordinary cat box cover that DOESN'T EVEN ABSORB ODORS?! (The horror. The horror.)
So this is going well. Positively thrilling. For what it's worth, I'm certainly open to suggestions about what to do this weekend. Is Taste of Philadelphia worthy? They've got food trucks this year, and everyone knows that grilled meat in tube form is improved by at least 16 percent by exhaust fumes. And there's a beer garden! So it's a maybe. Incidentally, did you know that "Taste of Philadelphia" is actually a trademark registered by some folks that will ship Tastykakes and pretzels at egregiously marked-up prices? Must kinda irritate the food festival folk. (Oh right, forgot the inescapably irritating marketing: phood phestival pholk. Phish was doing it phirst!)
Maybe I should see a movie? I never saw The Hangover, so seeing the sequel first seems wrong. Super 8, maybe? For the record, the circumstances don't exist under which I'll go see Mr. Popper's Penguins. My Jim Carrey threshold is essentially non-existent.
Okay, blogs need multi-media!
Of course, seventy three and a half billion people have already watched this, which means that you've probably seen it. Is there a video on youtube that NO ONE has ever watched? Seems like there's probably a deep philosophical discussion to be had there, probably involving the Heisenberg uncertainty principle and the Leave Britney Alone guy.
...a few moments later...
Y'know, I've never actually watched the Leave Britney Alone thing. And now I have. Just seemed like one of those things we're all supposed to do at some point on the internet. It was...well hell, it is what it is, right? I mean, you've watched it already, I don't need to tell you. So...one more thing off my bucket list?
This might actually be the worst blog post ever. Unfocused, not particularly interesting, no real central theme. Thus it seems only appropriate that I end it abruptly.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
We dare not trust our wit for making our house pleasant to our friend, so we buy (gelato). ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
(Gelato) is exquisite. What a pity it isn't illegal. ~Voltaire
Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the Titanic who waved off the (gelato) cart. ~Erma Bombeck
Without (gelato), there would be darkness and chaos. ~Don Kardong
Research tells us fourteen out of any ten individuals like (gelato). ~Sandra Boynton
I prefer to regard (gelato) as I would imagine the perfect woman: subtle, a little bittersweet, not blowsy and extrovert. Delicately made up, not highly rouged. Holding back, not exposing everything and, of course, with a flavor that lasts. ~Graham Ker
Monday, June 20, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
So that's my garden, or part of it, anyway. Lots of potted plant things hanging out trying to mask the bleak nature of cinder block walls. That crazy thing in the back with purple flowers is wisteria, which is so beautiful,and fragrant. I have a forsythia, a hops plant, rose bushes, rosemary, lavender, lilacs, hydrangea all going at full tilt...as well as two honeysuckle bushes.
The honeysuckle thing became this weird personal mission I had to fulfill. One of my favorite things in the world, when I lived in Delaware (and now when I drive through it), is that during certain times of the year - especially after a heavy rain - EVERYTHING, and I mean everything, smelled like the flowers. Wafting in your windows, music blaring, it's come to encapsulate some of the happiest, lightest moments of my life.
I'm not sure if it's one of those universal tugs of emotion, but interestingly, a lot of Capogiro's flavors put me in that kind of nostalgic haze. Honeysuckle, which we've got now and is LOVELY and light and floral and perfect (and a friend SWEARS by a scoop of it in a glass of prosecco), lavender, coming soon, and our cherry sorbetto. Summertime here you can get me talking about childhood and scent memory associations with barely a nudge. You'll say something as benign as "Hey! Honeysuckle!" and there I'll go, rambling about this song and driving with my Dad through the Valley and you'll be wishing you'd just kept quiet. Consider yourself warned!
Am I alone in this? Honeysuckle and rain? Summertime and cherry pits? Chime in, people!
Ps - Jay? Valley ride? I tried to find something on the internet machine to explain this, but I couldn't. Help me out!
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Zen traditions include periods of intensive group
routine in the monastery may require monks and/or dads to meditate for several hours each day, during this intensive period they devote themselves almost exclusively to the practice of sitting meditation. The numerous 30–50 minute long meditation periods are interleaved with short rest breaks, gelato, beverage, and sometimes, short periods of work should be performed with the same mindfulness; nightly sleep is kept to a minimum: 5 hours or less. For a treat, the group may head to their local Capogiro for an affogato or cappuccino.
My favorite location for bacce spectatorship is Bardascino Park located at 10th and Carpenter St.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Well, as luck would have it, on one of my last days before the big move, we have Lemon Yogurt! Now, I don't know if you know about how much we love Lemon Yogurt 'round these ways, but I can tell you that 3 out of 4 Capogiro-ans will claim it as their favorite flavor. Those today being Me, Sarah, and John. Michelle sticks to Bacio, another amazing flavor, of course, but not the rich, sweet then tangy mouthful of NOM that Lemon Yogurt is, at least not in my opinion. But as it stands now, we live in a democracy, and I will have to let Michelle be wrong on her own.
However, we could just mix the 2 in a Piccolo?! Ok, problem solved. Everyone wins!
I'll be around for another week, so you have some time to get your fill of me, but you needs to get in here today and get some of this Lemon Yogurt!
Friday, June 10, 2011
This one? This one's for my mom. And your mom. And you, if you are a mom. But it's almost entirely for my mom. Play it loud. And put it on repeat.
Have a great weekend everybody. Eat more gelato!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
This is beer.
This is beer.
(Actually, his name is Hambone, but this is him after drinking some beer.) It's BEER WEEK in Philly, and everyone should be happy. At Capogiro, we are once again rolling out some awesome beer gelato flavors, such as Rogue's Chocolate Stout, Lancaster's Strawberry Wheat, Dark Horse's Tres Blueberry Stout (my personal fave), Dogfish Head's Raison D'etre, Voodoo Love Child, and Kasteel Rouge. Some amazing beers this year, folks, and we'll be rotating them for the rest of the week. Come on down.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
I spent most of the day yesterday with my mom. Eight to ten years ago, we both would have found that amount of time with each other unbearable. A combination of college, and now living in separate neighborhoods, have made spending time with each other a much more prized part of my life.
We spent the first half of yesterday outside in the front yard working on the garden and resting. We were sitting on the porch with the dog, talking about our respective gardens, and we came to the topic of strawberries.
I have been eating our strawberry sorbetto and gelato as if it were my only role at Capogiro. I sample the pan - for the good of the customer, of course - then I buy a cup (and by cup I mean pint) to take home with me. Strawberry season is too short to skip out on ANY opportunity to enjoy them. I don't have any serious food allergies, but over the past few weeks, I noticed a few tiny bumps popping up on the back of my hands. They don't hurt or itch or anything, and no one has noticed them without me pointing them out, so I haven't been terribly concerned. But a few weeks into strawberry season at Capogiro, I had more little bumps than I could ignore, so I tried to think of what I could be allergic to, or perhaps overindulging in. Mangoes? Milk? Tree nuts? Soy? Hand soap? Grouchy customers? I was fairly stumped.
While discussing our love of strawberries, my mom said that when she was little, she'd eat pint after pint of strawberries each week. Through the strawberry season, she'd consume so many that she'd break out in hives! Not serious, terrible-looking ones, but hives nonetheless. Did that stop her? Slow her consumption? Encourage her to search for other delicious berries to replace them with? Noooooooooo. She kept eating them, at the same rate, for as long as possible.
While I only have a few spotty spots on my hands, I have to say that I think the mystery has been solved! Strawberries are likely the cause of the little bumps! Solution? I don't think that word applies to the situation at hand. I don't want to stop eating strawberries. In fact, how could I possibly do that? I don't plan to and you can't make me. A week-long test with zero strawberry consumption just isn't something I care to attempt. I don't think I could actually survive that test anyways.
Anyways, I'm going to follow mom's advice and if you think you love strawberries as much as I do, you're welcome to follow it too: Strawberries are worth it. Eat 'em til you drop! The season is short, so make the absolute best of it :)
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Ok, I usually blog about things Capogiro related, but I'm peeved and am using this weekly post as a chance to vent. I usually take the bus to work, but today I woke up late from an lovely afternoon nap and chose to take a cab instead. It's freakin HOT today, so I was actually looking forward to a quick trip to work instead of waiting for two buses. I hailed one on Washington Ave., and hopped in. Dear God. The cab (with all vinyl interior) was hotter than the mouth of hell. I instinctively rolled down the window to avoid suffocating to death, and was barked at by the driver. "The AC is on!," he yelled. I could feel no such AC. In fact I could feel no motion to the air at all. It was like being in a bayou that smelled like feet. I kindly asked him to turn it off, as I could not feel anything in the back seat (because it was blocked by an inch and a half of plexiglass). He said, "whatever, you're still getting charged for it anyway). WHA--?
Apparently PPA has authorized an additional $1 surcharge for an air conditioning gas tax. This was approved last week, when it suddenly became summer in Philadelphia. I get it, AC causes the engine to use more gas. No problem. But what if the passenger is not benefiting from said AC, and would rather ride on the roof than have the windows shut. I know, ride a bike, walk, take the subway, fly on your unicorn, etc. Those would all be better options, yeah. But do they have AC? No. If I want to spend extra money to be taken to work in comfort and grace, I want the windows down so that I can hang my head out like a dog. No AC, fine, but don't gouge me, dude.