Giving up New York living

May 19th, 2009

Living in New York City is a give and take. You give up personal space and get a level of customer service unique in the states. Every dry cleaner, grocery store, and virtually every restaurant delivers to your door. In addition, we live in a beautiful apartment building with a wonderful staff. Every package is collected until we get home, every visitor is signed in, and we put our garbage in a room down the hall. Mike and I have gotten used to apartment living–we enjoy our organized home and not having a bunch of extra possessions, but we’re also looking forward to not putting our bikes in the bedroom and not using the space under our bed to store miscellaneous items. However, not having the guys downstairs helping us out will be a an adjustment.

the comforts of New York

the comforts of New York

Paper, paper on the wall

May 18th, 2009

While Mike and I are thrilled and excited about this new adventure, there is one thing that gives me a pit in my stomach. . . wallpaper. I didn’t even realize it until presented with the prospect of living there how much wallpaper my grandparents hung throughout the house. Every room save two has wallpaper. In addition, the last time I tried to remove wallpaper from the house I rented in Berkeley I felt like I was trapped in a Charlotte Perkins Gilman story. I’ve been reading all the techniques and methods for removing old wallpaper from plaster walls, but I know this is going to be a huge challenge. So, if you’ve been on the fence, friends of ours, about commenting–now is our official plea. If you have some magic formula, some incantation that will make all that paper melt away, comment away. If not, a good luck wish is equally welcome.

a sampling of the wallpaper throughout the house

a sampling of the wallpaper throughout the house

Mad about NYC

May 17th, 2009

Mad is in a unique position–we’re not fleeing New York City. We love NYC–and will continue to love NYC. Mike is a true native-born and raised in Queens–and Denise is the only Californian that both New Yorkers and Californians believe is actually from New York City. Mad simply can’t resist the opportunity to move into a home in another great city that we won’t have to leave–and start a new adventure, all while helping our family in the process. Over the next few weeks, as we finish packing, we’ll use this blog to document some of the things we adore about our current home town. Of course, as good New Yorkers, we’ll also find a few things to lovingly criticize.

One of mad’s favorite neighborhoods is Soho (which is an acronym that stands for South of Houston St). We love the architecture, the cobblestone streets, the fellows who sell bolexes and gucco watches, and a few of our favorite stores (Muji, Pearl River, and Le Pain Quotidien). Mostly, we love the overall sensibility. It will be one of the hardest places to part with, especially because there really isn’t any San Francisco equivalent; of course, we’ll make due with all the great neighborhoods in SF, but Soho has the distinction of being unique.

Quintessential Soho architecture

Quintessential Soho architecture

Introducing the mad Hall of Fame

May 13th, 2009

Mad has heroes. Not the (not-our-style) NBC fantasy TV variety, but people who improve the lives of mad. Sometimes these are people we know. Sometimes they’re people we’d like to know. Sometimes they’re people who unfortunately we can’t know because they’re no longer with us. Today, we think there’s no better way to introduce our tiny blog audience to the Hall of Fame than with two people who truly deserve it–Denise’s dad and brother.

As mentioned already, things back in San Francisco are less than organized. Mad is not going to go into great detail about the current state of the house in San Francisco, but I don’t think it would surprise anyone to learn that the house my grandmother and aunt lived in for over 64 years has quite a bit of stuff in it. Nor do we think it would surprise anyone to learn that mad does not share the same design aesthetic as Denise’s grandparents. Therefore, in addition to removing a lot of wallpaper (more on that in a future post), there are quite a few items to be sorted through and removed from the house.

Denise’s pops is in the process of doing that right now. He’s working hard to clear out the main floors of the house so mad can focus on removing all that wallpaper, scrubbing, painting, and other improvement tasks. This is a hard job, and he’s doing it mostly on his own (by his own choice) with occasional help from Denise’s brother. So today, we honor these two men by inducting them into the mad Hall of Fame.

Denise's pops, Hall of Fame Inductee #1

Denise's Pops, Hall of Fame Inductee #1

Denise's Brother, Hall of Fame inductee #2

Denise's Brother, Hall of Fame Inductee #2 (he's a little shy)

organized on this end. . .

May 12th, 2009
Max the cat taking credit for the packing.

Max the cat taking credit for the packing.

When I moved to New York in 2004, it was for a new job; which means I had about 5 minutes warning before strong men came and packed up my entire place in one afternoon.

Given that Mike and I have one month and 3 days before the movers arrive, we decided to take a slightly different approach this time. We’ve built a database that lists all of our earthly possessions–and as we pack, the database tracks exactly which box an item is packed in. This means I already know that the Joy of Cooking is in box #5. While many might consider this to be a little on the loopy side, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. What makes me feel even warmer and fuzzier is the fact that Mike not only accepts these eccentricities, but he embraces them. This is especially important because, back on the left coast, things are a little more. . . organic. This isn’t surprising, since a member of my family was living in the house since 1943. And while my pops is working away at providing us a slate clean of extra possessions and knick knacks–there’s only so much one man (with my brother’s help) can do in one month and 3 days. Therefore, I suspect we won’t be unpacking every box in those first weeks/months after we arrive. So knowing what’s in box #5 will come in handy when I’m dying to make my killer mac & cheese recipe, or it’s time to roast a chicken (because no matter how many chickens I roast, I like having the book open as a reminder of exactly what temperature the bird should be if I want juicy breast meat). Whether or not it really adds value that I also have a picture in the database of the Joy of Cooking and the other books it shared shelf space with here in Queens will be known only by Mike & Denise.

the infamous database

the infamous database

Bienvenue

May 11th, 2009

Welcome to mad maison! This is our first post, where we’ll be documenting our adventures in cross-country moving, renovating the San Francisco Victorian house Denise’s dad grew up in, and other adventures in madness. The process has just barely begun, with only a few of our possessions in boxes and a date in the not-too-distant future when the movers will show up.

Stay tuned as we share our experiences, frustrations, and triumphs as we embark on what we know will be a fun and fulfilling journey.