One the failings of this blog that I am most likely to cop to is its irregular nature. Partially, I post irregularly because I only write a post when I think I have a really good post, to avoid the “forced” feeling that some blogs have. And partially, I’m really lazy. You’re talking to someone who ate pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner yesterday because it was in front of her, afterall.

As a partial remedy, I will be introducing “Music Mondays.” Each Monday, I’ll post a music-oriented post featuring three songs; basically the same format that “zOMG” was written in. Hopefully I can stick to this self-imposed obligation! I will take suggestions for topics (“are there three country songs you don’t hate, Pintje?”) as well as offers to guest-write these via email (pintjeblog [at] gmail [dot] com). Without further ado, let’s get to my first one!

Finn and I love exposed brick. I think it all dated back to our good friend Adam offering to throw a New Years Eve party back in high school, with the parental imposed condition that we limit ourselves to their home’s enormous, albeit unfinished, basement. “Exposed brick,” yelled Adam, “people pay good money for that!” Indeed they do. There have been several times that Finn and I have enjoyed ourselves at house parties and she has pointed, like a wise sage, to a wall in the home built of brick, as if to say “you know why.” If we show up at a bar and aren’t sure we want to stay, we find the exposed brick, order some drinks beneath it, and wait for the night to get awesome. And it always does.

I have a similar theory regarding horns. If Finn wants me to listen to a song, she just g-chats it to me with the message ‘HORRNNNSSS!!!1″. I don’t know what it is, but I’m a sucker. A good horn solo can take a mundane song to the next level, as far as I’m concerned.¬† Check out these three songs and see for yourself!

1.) “Shape of My Heart” by Noah and the Whale

Who doesn’t love mariachi bands?

2.) “Hard to Live in the City” by Albert Hammond Jr.

The horns in this song don’t show up until the last 2 minutes, which is, in my opinion, the highlight of the song. But don’t fast forward until the end; that’s cheating. You’ve got to earn the horns in this one!

3.) “God Put A Smile Upon Your Face” by Mark Ronson featuring the Daptone Horns

This song came out right around the time I was getting sick of the original, which is by Coldplay and considerably more famous. It’s from the album “Version”, which is a collection of cover versions produced by Mark Ronson and one of my favorite records of the last few years. I’m sure there will eventually be a Music Monday that doesn’t featuer a song off of Version, but that day isn’t today. Also, it isn’t any day in the future. My favorite part of this song is the trumpet solo. Heaven.

There you have it! As always, I look forward to any and all comments. If you have a favorite song featuring horns, please share it!


Despite all the odds, I’m still interested in soccer. Weird, huh? I went to my first professional soccer game last weekend, and it was great. I have a stadium literally down the road from my house that in the year and a half I’ve lived here, I never even considered visiting. I’m glad I did; it was awesome. I’m going back this Saturday and sitting in the hooligan section. Seeing as soccer seasons last 9 months, I can foresee myself dropping some serious cash and spending a lot of time at local soccer games. To help me decide if this is mostly good or mostly¬† bad, I’ve written up some pros and cons:


  1. Stadiums have hooligan sections.
  2. Soccer players are, on the whole, beautiful men.
  3. Like at most sporting events, binge drinking is encouraged, rather than frowned upon.
  4. American soccer fans are still a relatively small group, so my chances of meeting / befriending / mooching off of a player are increased.
  5. The stadium is janky, which means it’s not crowded, and you can get beer and food easily and on the cheap.


  1. I don’t really understand soccer.

Sounds like a no brainer to me! Finn was fortunate enough to attend the NY Redbulls game tonight at which Thierry Henry made his local debut. For those of you who don’t know much about Thierry, here are three pieces of trivia for you: he’s gorgeous, has a French accent, and plays soccer. France hardly played him at all during this recent World Cup, a crime I find more reprehensible than anything they did (or perhaps more importantly, didn’t do) during World War II. But really, don’t feel bad if you don’t know anything about Monsieur Thierry; neither did these idiots, but it didn’t stop them from interviewing him on live TV, now did it?

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While we’re on the topic of soccer, allow me to spew a quick grippe. At a party last Friday, I saw a guy wearing baby blue T-shirt with the outline of Argentina, a star where the capital city is, labeled “Buenos Aires,” and a print of a curly haired 1970s-era Diego Maradona. My love of Coach Diego is well documented, so I approached this guy confidently and commented that it was great to meet another Maradona fan. He looked at me wide-eyed and countered with a completely sincere “what is that?” OH MY GOD. You cannot wear such an unbelievably specific shirt and ask that. You just can’t!

In a general housekeeping item, sorry my blog posts have been so irregular. Finn finally convinced me to join Twitter in the hopes that some of the one liners or song recommendations I have will at least be shared, rather than be damned to the blog version of the Island of Misfit Toys. So, even though our children’s children will one day read in history books that the single moment which signified the downfall of our generatio was forcing comedic greats like Conan O’Brien to begin limiting their comments to 160 characters* a pop, I cast all judgment aside and dive headfirst into Twitter Land. Any friendly suggestions of how to navigate these new waters (for instance, I imagine it’s not called Twitter Land) would be greatly appreciated. And oh yea, follow me! I’m @ Or am I just @PintjeBlog ? See! I have so many questions!

*Note: characters is one of the words I misspell so egregiously that SpellCheck can’t even help me. Based on how I spelled it this time, for instance, the computer generated suggestion was “correctors.” At least it kept it ironic!