Eats & Beats

Loving my new homework.

(Reposted from yesterday due to formatting issues)

It’s still hard to grasp that a living legend four days ago is now just a legend. Over the past few days, there have been countless stories, photos and videos about Joe Paterno that speak to his true character and the legacy he leaves behind.  In a world that’s filled with judgment as quick as it takes to post a tweet, I’m hoping that the public can now clearly see what a great person he was and how many lives he affected off of the football field, since that’s really where he became legendary. As he was laid to rest today, this is my last Joe Pa post.

I am not a Penn State alum.  Neither is my dad, my mom or my brother.  But we’re a Penn State family that has grown-up with Joe Pa (similar to the Phillies and Harry Kalas).  I have a ton of great memories like my Dad watching the VHS tape of the ’87 Fiesta Bowl where PSU beat Miami (that he still probably still has) and the first time I was at Beaver Stadium to witness Joe Pa running out on the field with the players.

But my favorite memory is when I wrote Joe Pa a letter in 4^th grade telling him how much I loved him and Penn State.  A week later, I got a note from him thanking me for my letter along with this signed picture that I immediately hung in my room.  In 6th grade, I wrote to Joe Pa again, telling him that my teacher was also a huge fan and I wanted to give him signed picture for Christmas.  A couple weeks later, a Penn State envelope arrived at my house with another signed picture for me and one for “Mr. Gori.”  Even though I was always skeptical that he signed it himself, it continued to hang in my college dorm and it’s now at my desk.  But after reading story after story on how humble and appreciative he was to everyone’s support, even in these recent months, I have no doubt in my mind that this down-to-earth, yet legendary man really signed my picture (and Mr. Gori’s).

I might not bleed blue and white like some people, but I know what it feels like to be apart of Penn State pride, respect, dedication and sense of family that which was built by one man across five decades and three generations.

Rest in peace Joe Pa. Your legend will never be forgotten.

Stone Pony+Anniversary Weekend+Bruce cover band=Awesome.

I too, love coffee.  But apparently not as much as Dave Grohl does.

Why I love music: the rock out part in “Little Black Submarines” by The Black Keys.

@RogerMooking gets segment-bombed by Regis this morning on The Today Show!!

#cookingchannel

I’m obsessed with beets.

Tonight’s beet salad dinner:

-Spinach
-Warm roasted beets
-Walnuts
-Honey infused goat cheese
-Lemon/sugar/olive oil/ground mustard/salt/pepper vinaigrette (homemade)

So good!

jonathancrowley:

3am in Brooklyn. Coming back form the bars and not a single cab in sight. That’s when a garbage truck pulls up, and i think, “why the hell not?”

I somehow convince the garbage man to give me a lift. He wasn’t sold on the idea, that is, until I promised to work for my keep.

Next thing I know I’m hanging off the back of his truck slinging trash bags with deadly accuracy. 

Zipped home in 5 mins and cost me nothing. Cross this off my bucket list! 

And that Cowboy get-up? Foursquare had our company outing to the Rodeo earlier that night. If you’re ever gonna ride a trash whip - you best be rocking it like a cowboy! 

“Triple Trash!”

J Crowley, you may have gone and done the best thing I’ve ever seen.  I really don’t have anything else to say….speechless.

I spent 30 hours watching all 12 episodes of Shameless On Demand last week and now have a girl crush on Emmy Rossum.  Is there anything she can’t do?! 

With the exception of a mariachi band once, I don’t give money to subway performers but this guy on the F platform at 14th St. tonight totally deserved it. One-man band w/ a banjo, harmonica, drum, tambourine and a great voice. Oh, and a beard :)

Champagne and Champagne!

Last unhealthy meal of 2011. Mini homemade mac and cheeses. Happy New Year’s to me!

Christmas is basically over but felt the need to post one of my favorite movie scenes from one of my favorite movies (esp around Christmas).  Jeana and I used to watch this over and over again and I still do by myself. Hugh Grant = HOT.

From Love Actually.

Testing my new record player with Mom and Dad.

First song played: He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother by The Hollies. Age of record: 38 years old. And it sounds GREAT!

Merry Christmas to me!

I’m headed home in 2 days but I still get a Christmas care package from Joanie that includes ornaments and tree preserve. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…I just bought those same stickers AND just ran out of Mint M&M’s. Love my Mom :)