After collecting all of my things out of storage, I began to redesign my bedroom. The addition of the stripes on the wall not only have made this small brooklyn bedroom look a lot bigger, but have also given it a balance that makes the room feel peaceful. It is a great contrast to all the rusted lanterns, ropes, reclaimed wood shelves, rocks, and vintage items hanging over the desk across from the bed. Plus, I bought sample sized paint, so the project only cost $11. Come on now.

Beautiful day! #nyc #newyork #wtc #freedomtower #skyline

Dear Brooklyn - 

Hi. We want to be in you. 

Don’t read into that too deeply - we just want you to know how much we enjoy being in your presence and now we would like to make it a full time thing. 

My name is Joey and my amigo, Chris, goes by the alias, Flounder. 

The giant fish and I have been friends for a decade, going back to our first encounter during our time at the University of Delaware. It was here that we reveled in our shared love for jugs of wine and backyard fires, home cooked meals, spontaneous parties, miscellaneous adventures, road trips and camping. 

Since then we have grown to work together on numerous creative projects, and found we have ended up in the NYC area. I am a returned Peace Corps volunteer who now does consistent photography and video work in and around the city. Flounder is a bad-ass video editor who also works in production for commercials. He is also an amazing chef and loves to cook for others. I’m jus say’n.

The two of us are social creatures and enjoy expanding our friend network and meeting as many new people as possible, so we do like to entertain and have some fun get togethers when not working our asses off.

We are looking for a place to live that has an abundance of natural light, high ceilings, and space enough to spread our arms without hitting the walls. Loft space or live/work space has fit our needs in the past, and so we’re hoping to find something similar this time around.

November 1st would be an ideal move date for us, but we are slightly flexible. We are trying to keep our rent around $1200 per person.

If you think you and your apartment would benefit from the addition of two hard working, stand-up gentlemen with a passion for all things new, creative and fun… you are in luck!

There is a town about 2 miles that way. . …

But seriously. Dumb and Dumber references aside, we would love to meet with you and see if we could be your new roommates. 

And if you are not looking for roommates but have some apartments that might fit what we need, that would be great too. 

Drop us a line at thechrispeters@gmail.com

Thanks.

Hope to hear from you soon.

-Joey and Flounder 

After the copious amounts of rain Brooklyn had over the last few days, my tomato plants have swollen with the “late afternoon golden light” tastes of summer and are READY FOR THE EATIN’! Since it has been unusually dry this summer, the tomatoes are “candy” sweet (higher concentration of sugars) and after being quenched by the rain, have become mouth-watering! I don’t know if there is anything better than biting into an heirloom fresh out of the garden. Who says you can’t find a little country in NYC?

Pretty sure this is one of those Star Wars robot animal thingies. (Taken with Instagram)

Sunset #nyc (Taken with Instagram)

A little B - Roll in Dumbo at sunset. No complaints here.

Does anyone in the NYC area have access to a Canon XH A1? I need to transfer a Mini DV tape to FCP. It was shot in HDV format . I am willing to rent. Any ideas or rental places would be helpful.

Any suggestions?

My vantage point while traveling through the subway systems of NYC. Gotta duck… a lot

Wrapping up our shoot on the rooftop. What a glorious end to a golden day.

You don’t understand. IT WAS THE WORST. Like, worse than fucking Nicholas Cage in Season of the Witch.

I was pissed.

 Just like all my other stories, this one begins with the sun shining, the wind gently dancing through the streets, flower blossoms gently caressing people’s faces in slow motion, children laughing, the sweetest aromas of spring in the air, the sky; that fucking blue sky with giant bunny rabbit and unicorn shaped clouds. It was glorious. I even starred in a spontaneous musical number in Union Square (I had so many characters to work with from the OWS protest).

 Life = perfect.

 I was finished with work and I could feel the slight pang of hunger. Guess where I am going? The best and finest dining establishment in all of NYC – 2 Bros. Pizza. Sigh. THE BEST.

So, there I am waiting in line, getting pissed at the girl behind the counter, because she is taking FOREVER and clearly she is new (except that she has been working there for over a year – I would know, I own stock in 2 Bros. - see my gut) and I start thinking about the Baz Luhrmann Sunblock Song. What? You know that song that was the graduation song in like 1999 or 2000. No, not Green Day or Vitamin C, seriously google it. Anyway, he told us to move to NYC but to move away before we get too hard. Fucking Sage. So, I started to think I might be becoming that NYC ANGRY person because I get so fucking mad at the customer service all over the city. But, then I remember that It’s Baz Luhrman and the name of his song is still the Sunblock Song . Seriously, the Sunblock Song?  I grin and shuffle down the line. Also, Vitamin C.

I pay for my slice; with quarters - obviously - and I reach for the garlic powder to dust that bitch in glory. For those of you who don’t know, in order to reach 2 Bros. perfection, you must add garlic powder AND some heat. The red pepper flake provided is the answer to all foodgasms when you only have a one-dollar budget. So I reach over – thinking: “ Wow, it’s right in front of me! “ – usually I have to battle at least 7 teenagers, 5 drunk college kids, a man dressed as Santa Claus and a homeless man to find it.

I grab.

I invert.

And I watch as the whole jar dumps onto my slice.

DEATH.

The storm clouds roll in. Babies start crying, I hear a puppy get kicked, smoke detectors go off, records get scratched, glass shatters, someone steps in gum, a volcano erupts - and I’m pretty sure a virgin was sacrificed.

 I look at the bitch behind the counter and she is laughing. She’s a dick. My blood boils over and Lisa Lampanelli comes out of my mouth. Literally, a teeny tiny version of Lisa starts spewing profanity.

I stop.

I shake it off.

And ask for another slice.

The girl behind the counter says “No. It’s not her fault.”

So, I murdered that dick with a plastic knife.

IT WAS THE WORST.

I know right! Anyway my mouth is burning and I have to hide out in the subway system with Nick Cage for a few nights. I’ll catcha later.

Subway was a bit backed up this morning. The good news is that everyone was laughing about it.

Filming for NYC singer/songwriter Jessica Carvo’s EPK.

Beautiful day, beautiful music.

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Vanilla Almond Oatmeal Pancakes with Fresh Strawberries.

I know right?
Wipe that drool from your chin and get creative in the kitchen. This was a simple experiment that paid off BIG TIME.

Substitute some oatmeal instead of flour, add some unsalted crunchy Almond butter and some vanilla (or honey) to your favorite pancake recipe, and let the party in your mouth begin. All you dirty minds out there are laughing right now, i know it. 

Do yourself a favor and avoid the temptation to flatten your pancakes in the pan with the spatula. You’ll be a much happier human with fluffy pancakes.

Enjoy this beautiful weather - I’m going to walk across the Manhattan Bridge today.

-flounder