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Posts tagged ‘Matt Lewis’

Tale of Two Hurricanes

It was the wind howling against the windows that really unnerved me.  The un-ignorable fact that the smallest pebble hitting the pane at the wrong spot would shatter it completely and bring the full force of the hurricane inside the house kept me sleepless.  When the storm had finally passed, I left the interior room we’d huddled down in and dared to look out the window.  Most of the surrounding houses were still standing, but I couldn’t make them out – it was all white sky and black water.  Knowing we were safe, I allowed myself to sleep, unless I was wrong and had been dreaming the whole time. Read more

Catching Up in October

I experienced an unexpected interruption in internet and cable service this weekend.  It may have been the ominous work-site superstructure ConEd has built outside my window or a Halloween trick gone horribly wrong, but the minutes turned into hours and a service call confirmed that it was not a drill – it was an outage.  Relieved to have at least a few information portals closed, I took it as an unplanned vacation, congratulating myself on my ability disconnect (though I did fall asleep with my iPhone under my pillow).  The next morning I was ready to plug back in to no avail.  This was serious.  Vacation over, I wanted my modem back.  A few hours later service was restored and the pretty pictures, status updates, and links to links came flooding back in.  Eerily quiet a few minutes before, it was like someone had knocked over a beehive.  I have to admit I missed the buzzing. Read more

I Get Baked

Baked in Red Hook is the dream coffee shop for anyone not fully recovered from the first season of Twin Peaks.  With its hunting lodge atmosphere and sleek design, you feel like Audrey is going to stroll in any minute.  Always busy despite its location in the lonely industrial stretch leading to the piers, it’s customers seem to materialize just outside it’s doors.  The bakery offers grown up versions of the sweets you would have wanted all the time when you were a kid, if only you could have found someone to make them for you.  Rows of chunky cookies, whoopie pies, malt ball covered cakes, and peppermint marshmallows to serve off little princess plates between cups of pretend tea to your (in my case imaginary) friends. Read more