stuff

i just started a new job, and my cast will probably come off on monday. i'm getting kind of sick of not being able to do anything. good thing my job pretty much just entails watching tv. just eating at nomad* last night around the corner, which was delicious and therefore totally worth it, was exhausting because of the hobble home. i am developing pecs and one asscheek of steel. but worst of all is having to tell everyone "what happened".

*it's an egyptian restaurant. we had the crabcakes, foul, and couscous. they make the foul with fresh fava beans, which are the most luxurious thing ever since they have to be shelled twice, since each bean has a skin. i could not make out the ingredients of the sauce, which usually never happens. warren said, and i agreed, that it probably contained totally commonplace ingredients, but the technique was likely some ancient mysterious spell that rendered everything unrecognizable. the crabcakes were fantastic, albeit probably not traditional, served with a kind of pesto-y sauce and a cucumber salad, equally mysterious as the foul. the couscous was fluffy as all get out, and was served with a stew whose stock probably contained the flavor of ten whole chickens. the chicken was so juicy and tender that warren actually ate some breast meat which he had previously sworn off of because it doesn't have enough fat. all this to say: i highly recommend nomad on 2nd ave between 4th and 5th streets.