I have had Netflix since I don’t remember when. Every once in a while, all three movies I have at home are winners. I think I will begin nicknaming the times that this happens…perhaps The Triple Crown. A couple weeks ago, this was the case. Here are the movies (I know these are from a few years ago, but my Netflix queue has always been 150 titles long so give me a break):
Tyson Documentary on Mike Tyson, obviously, full of old footage and interviews with Mike. This movie made me really like Mike Tyson - you get to see his sensitive side and it makes you sympathetic toward him and his hardships. The best part is, of course, hearing him speak and the vocabulary he chooses- my favorite is when he calls Don King a “wretched, slimy, reptilian motherfucker…he’s deplorable”.
I’m Not There Excellent biopic of Bobby Dylan- a little confusing at first but you get over it. Cate Blanchett was by far the best and deserved her nominations.
Scenes from a Marriage Ingmar Bergman movie from the 70s. It was originally a 6 part miniseries for TV. It follows the relationship of Johan and Marianne through their separation and divorce. The title really explains the movie so there isn’t much more to say…it’s just really good.
Here are some other movies I liked a lot recently: Anvil:The Story of Anvil.Little Children.Frost/Nixon.Gran Torino.Atonement.Broadway Danny Rose.Diabolique.The Reader.Amarcord.Danger Diabolik.The Exiles.There Will be Blood
Here are my favorite movies: The Graduate.The Big Lebowski.The Jerk.The Warriors.Arizona Dream.Paris,Texas.Freaks.Raising Arizona.Annie Hall.Buffalo 66.Miller’s Crossing.Short Cuts.Spider Baby.Dead Man.Blue Velvet.Fast Times at Ridgemont High.North by Northwest.Frenzy.The Squid and the Whale.Drowning by Numbers.Blow-up.The Virgin Spring.Switchblade Sisters.What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?.The Original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.Over the Edge.The Man Called Flintstone.Saturday Night Fever.The Age of Innocence.The Princess Bride.Harvey.The Godfather.Network.Little Murders.Le Cercle Rouge.The Thin Man.Desperately Seeking Susan.The Outsiders.Peewee’s Big Adventure.Rosemary’s Baby.Valley of the Dolls.Stranger Than Fiction.Quadrophenia.Heavy Metal Parking Lot and Spinal Tap
Yarrghrrr! Shiver Me Timbers! There's a wee person in my drink...
I have recently begun preparing for my wedding…for real. Since we want to spend a minimal amount of money, we have decided to have just beer, wine and champagne and then two cocktails-one chosen by Todd, one by me. Todd will probably go with Jack Daniels and I will opt for a fruity or coconutty concoction such as my mother’s punch. In my party planning quest, I came across this article about Admiral’s Punch in my Bon Appetit December 2009 issue. Admiral’s Punch is not really something I would drink BUT the Admiral’s party IDEAS are brilliant- here is an exerpt:
Christmas parties aren’t what they used to be. Take the one British Admiral Edward Russell threw in Cádiz in 1694 for the sailors of his fleet and their Spanish hosts: 6,000 guests, 150 dishes (including a whole roast ox), and in the center, a tiled fountain full of punch and a ship’s boy floating in the middle in a little rowboat ladling out the punch.
For real?!?!?! A little boy in a rowboat floating around in the punch ladling it out?!?!?! I gotta have that. My mother’s delicious punch normally just has a can of frozen pineapple juice floating in it (it acts as flavoring AND ice) but a little boy in a boat would be soooo much better. Where can I find a punch bowl big enough?
This is a prefab house designed by Rocio Romero. I have been wanting one for several years now. I don’t have any land to put it on though, so it will have to wait. Basically, Rocio Romero sends you all the parts to build this house and then you pay someone to build it…or if you are crafty an expert carpenter, build it yourself. She has several different models to choose from on her website.
If you have a lot of land that is PRIVATE, I really think you should look at her designs…or sell me your land.
About seven years ago I lived next door to Mack. He was awesome. The whole neighborhood knew Mack and he would always be talking to someone. He would sit on his porch all day with his dog, Bad Girl. He had a TV out there, a porch swing and a few chairs. A couple weeks after I moved in, I noticed his dog was gone and then, about a week later, he had a new dog. I said to him, “What’s your dog’s name?” and he said, “Bad Girl” (as if i should have already known…he gave the new dog the same name as his old dog). Bad Girl wasn’t just a name. She would bark at everything that went by Mack’s house…EVERYTHING. I would yell out my window for her to be quiet and I could hear Mack back me up saying “Bad Girl shut up! Don’t you know you are drivin that girl crazy?”
Anyway, he started stopping me as I was leaving the house. He wanted me to pick him up some Schlitz. That was all he drank, Schlitz…not the malt liquor, the beer that made Milwaukee famous. I would pick him up a 12-pack almost everyday. We would chat all the time. I would tell him how I wanted to move to NYC one day and he would tell me about when he lived there. If I was out on my porch doing a DIY project, he would call over and ask what I was up to. My boyfriend was also his pal. He would mow Mack’s lawn and take him to his specialty meat stores (He even continued after I moved away). Mack started bringing us some of his cuisine-mainly southern comfort food. We took him over some thanksgiving dinner one year.All in all we were buds.
After I moved to a new place, I would try to come around and visit with Mack. I even went and saw him last year when I was visiting Raleigh. I just found out that he passed away on Monday. He will be missed. He was a sweet man. I will never forget seeing him say, ” I ain’t lyin’!” in his athletic socks with the stripes, blue shorts and striped t-shirt. Tonight I will have a Schlitz.
The other day my friends wanted to meet for brunch in Greenpoint. Brunch is normally something I find revolting…just the idea of paying $9-13 for eggs and bacon is retarded…but since it was Tim & Jimmy that the invitation was from, of course I said yes.
The only way for me to get to Greenpoint is to walk for 15 minutes to the L then transfer to a G OR take the bus….I opted for the bus. The buses in the city are pretty sweet, hybrid machines. This one was a brand new complete with automated instructions. I boarded and sat in a single seat by the back door. A few stops later, the two obnoxious hipsters got on and positioned themselves behind me right near the door.
The girl could not shut up about the time she spent in the Lower East Side recently…”and we went here….and I had this beer…it was soooo FUN!!!” blah blah blah. About a minute into her ranting I hear the automated voice say, “Please step away from the door.” Then 15 seconds later, again…then again and again….over and over. It took all my energy NOT to turn around and say, “The fucking automated voice is talking to YOU, IDIOTS! I know you speak english cause I’ve been listening to you for the last five minutes. Pay attention!”
This past weekend I went to the 100 year old Yonah Schimmel’s Knishery in the Lower East Side. Even though I am half Jewish and have been to my fair share of Jewish Holiday seders, I don’t remember having a knish…I remember the matzoh balls, bagels and lox, applesauce and horseradish.
I opted for the blueberry knish (sweet tooth) and it was fabulous. I recommend that anyone in the neighborhood go try one. Todd likes the savory ones with a lot of mustard.
Here is a review I found on yelp (written by Bobby D. of Jamaica, NY):
Yo’, I’m not a Jew but damn I would convert if I can have these bad-boys every day.
The spinach knishes were as tasty as my girlfriend.
They even have Dr. Brown soda - which ROCKS with those potato miracles.
THE DUDE that worked there even had TATS. THAT’S SICK! I told him, “yo, you can’t be buried in a Jewish cemetery with all that ink…,”
And he laughed and said “Nah, not that serious…,”
Better than Knish Knosh (spelling?) on Queens Blvd.
It’s old school the decor. And that works for me kid. As long as no one is trying to enslave me while I’m eating one those sensational spuds or force me to work on a cotton gin - I’m good.
GOD BLESS THE JEWS for this place.
They seriously need to make a pork stuffed Knish. YUMMM!
(clearly this man has no clue that JEWS DON’T EAT PORK…haha!)
Some musicians have the greatest names…like they were born to be famous. That is why I am gonna give my children the best names of all times (i am not telling you what I have come up with). I know some of these names are monikers, but that’s okay. They took some time to come up with something great. These are some of my favs:
Holmes Sterling Morrison(VU), Blackie Lawless (W.A.S.P.), Frank Beard-Dusty Hill-Billy Gibbons (all of ZZ Top), Lux Interior (Cramps), CC DeVille (Poison), Ronnie James Dio, Geezer Butler-Tony Iommi (Sabbath), Dave Mustaine (Megadeth), Smokey Robinson, Fats Domino, Bo Diddley, Reg Presley (The Troggs), Muddy Waters, Ronnie Van Zant (SKYNYRD), Little Richard, Iggy Pop, Freddie Mercury, ? (? and The Mysterions), Richard Hell, Chuck Biscuits (Danzig), Kip Winger, Warren DiMartini (Ratt), Billy Childish, Johnny Cash, Neil Diamond, Felix Cavaliere (The Rascals), Lemmy Kilmister, Sky “Sunlight” Saxon, Johnny Thunders, Randy Rhoads, Roky Erickson, Link Wray, Juice Newton, Frank Zappa…
I really wanted to stay in this luxurious safari camp (we can all dream) but then I thought about it some more. How does the canvas sheet that divides my luxury suite/camp from the African wild protect me from lions and other such beasts? The Old Safari Days part of the page wasn’t too comforting either. Still, it would be pretty sweet to see a baby elephant and giraffes in their natural environments. Aren’t giraffes the freakiest?
Recently, I watched a documentary on The NYC Opera Audition Process on Thirteen (my favorite channel)…at least I think it was about that…I started watching it halfway through. It’s fascinating and amazing what these people do with their vocal cords. I got to thinking about my favorite voices in ROCK. I am limiting the selection to rock because there are way too many soul, jazz and other genre singers with fabulous voices. Yeah, yeah, we all know that Freddie Mercury, The Beatles and Robert Plant all have stellar instruments in their bodies but these are some other people who can sing their asses off.
Roy Orbison The man is awesome. He has opera qualities in his voice but he sings rock music. He’s a genius.
David Bowie As I stated in a previous post, his voice is like spun, golden silk. Just listen to his version of “Wild is the Wind”.
Dio it’s fucking Dio. If you don’t know what he sounds like, stop reading my blog.
Wanda Jackson They don’t call her the Queen of Rockabilly for nothin.
John Garner I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- Sir Lord Baltimore is the shit. This man has a terrific rock voice…plus he’s the drummer! Go Brooklyn!
Ann Wilson The bitch can sing. You ever try to sing a Heart song at karaoke? That shit is hard to do in a non-falsetto voice.
Gerry Roslie Ya ever listened to THE SONICS? Then you know what I am talking about. Best screamer of all times- hands down.
John Fogerty You know that voice-CCR.
of course Elvis It says on the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame website that he is “the undisputed King of Rock and Roll”. Who has ever dared to dispute this? If you answer “me”, you’re an asshole. The man rules AND he’s hilarious. Best vocal track in my opinion is Love Me.
I know I am forgetting some people…I will add them on later. If you gotta any additions to my list, please send them to me. What do you think?
This is the deplorable F train. It is BY FAR the WORST train line in Manhattan. I LOATH that I have to use it. In order for me to get to my job in Midtown West I need to take a J train to Essex, transfer to the horrible uptown F, take that to W4th and transfer to an ACE train. I will be on the platform in the morning and I will watch 3 downtown F trains go past before an uptown one comes. Then it will stop right outside of the next station (2nd Ave) for a couple minutes. It ALWAYS just stops and waits. I don’t get it cause only the F and V stop there and they are on separate tracks…
Anyway, today I got off the J train at Essex and went down to transfer. THEN I was informed that there is no uptown F service at this particular station today (it’s the only efin uptown train that goes to this station!!! I feel when this happens, they should have a station agent right by the stairs to the transfer telling people so they don’t waste time waiting for a train that ain’t coming. Or better yet, they could talk to the train conductor and tell him to make an announcement BEFORE we exit the train. Just a suggestion.) Okay great. NOW I have to wait for another J train and go all the way downtown to the Fulton Street stop and transfer there. Seriously?!? What an enormous pain in the ass. The Fulton stop is by Wall Street for crying out loud. The F train strikes again! I think I may just go down to the Fulton stop everyday and take the ACE from there just so I never have to deal with the F again.
Last night I dreamt I was back in North Carolina. All the people I knew were there and we were going on a field trip to a large park. There were these Asian women, at the park, hypnotizing coi in ponds to make designs with their bodies in the water…like synchronized swimming. None of my friends would hang out with me. They were all in their own world….and they were mesmerized by the coi.
This morning I was on my way to my new temp job on the train when my private, head phoned jam down was rudely interrupted by a religious ranter. It’s pretty normal to run into these types all over the city.
This man was YELLING though, on the A express train at 9:30 in the morning. Now I only heard a few things, as I had turned up my ipod once I realized what was going on. Also, he was pacing up and down the length of the car while he was orating so all aboard could benefit.
I heard him say God several times (this is what led me to believe it was a speech based on religion- i’m quick) and I heard him mention smoking crack. What I gathered from these two bits of info, was that he probably smoked the rocks until he found God. Then I asked myself, “Why the fuck is this guy on a train during rush hour, preaching about crack and God? 92.7% of the people on this train have probably never even seen any rocks let alone smoked any…they’re not crackheads, they’re going to work.” Why doesn’t this man find himself a nice spot in a neighborhood where there are eight balls a plenty and preach there? No one on a crowded ass train wants to hear that shit…especially at fucking 9:30am.
I have reported enough doom and gloom in the last week, now let’s talk about love. As all of you know, the horrible Hallmark-made Valentine’s Day is approaching. Even if your girlfriends/boyfriends SAY they don’t want anything, they really do…I do (I have even circled specific items in a catalog and written my size next to them and placed the catalog in a strategic place just for Todd). A card at the very least…or a mix tape! I realize that we do not record on tapes anymore, but I like the name better than “mix cd” or “playlist”. They are pretty much free (unless you ain’t got no blank cds) and super thoughtful. Plus it’s fun to make a nice cover for them out of construction paper or pictures or something. Get creative. Here are some fabulous love songs to get you started:
Thirteen by Big Star
Wild Horses by The Rolling Stones
Have Love Will Travel by The Sonics
Got to Have Your Lovin by Oscar & The Majestics
Love you So by King Khan & BBQ
She’s My Best Friend by The Velvet Underground
You Make Me Feel Good by The Zombies
Without You by Badfinger
You Really Got Me by The Kinks
Makin’ Love by The Dirty Shames
Sunny by The Classics IV
Harvest Moon by Neil Young
Baby I’ma Want You by Bread
Frenzy by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins
I Can Only Give You Everything by Them
The Man in Me by Bob Dylan
I Wanna be Your Man by The Beatles
Lookin’ at You by MC5
All of My Love by T.Rex
I’m sure you brilliant people can think of some more songs on your own.
Yesterday, we took our dear Hanky-doo to the vet to see about a fatty tumor in his leg. It has been there a while and has been growing. We actually tried to get it removed last year but the doctor chickened out (although we were still charged $700) and just sewed Hank back up. We were referred to another doctor, a very experienced surgeon. He was optimistic about the operation and said he could perform it immediately. So we left Hank at the vet, and went on with our day happy that Hank’s leg was finally gonna be back to normal. However, when Todd arrived home, he informed me that Hank’s leg had to be amputated :( . The fatty tumor had infiltrated his entire muscle and was impossible to remove. It was either euthanize him or amputate the leg (as ignoring it and sewing him back up would lead to more problems). Thinking about Hank with 3 legs has made us extremely sad, but at least he is still with us. We were told that he will adapt very easily and will be back to normal soon. I hope they aren’t just saying that. We are going to pick him up later today. Poor Mr. Hank. He is just so god damn sweet…best dog ever.
After I left Raleigh, an amazing weekly paper started circulating. It is called The Raleigh Slammer. My dear friends, Redbyrd and Pinche Gringo, were so sweet to bring us a copy of it. It’s a weekly (maybe bi-weekly) collection of mug shots.
Everyone that has been arrested, all wrapped up in a $1 magazine. It is HILARIOUS! Now, the fine print states that the purpose and intent of the publication includes informing the public, assisting in deterring crime, generating public involvement, and to “satisfy the natural curiosity of readers.” Every crime is highlighted on its own page…DUIs, domestic violence, sex offenders, etc..There are also some Slammer categories of criminals. What I mean by that, is sections such as “Slammer Salon” featuring people experiencing “bad hair days”,”Mature Menaces” and “Principal’s Office” featuring the elderly and juvenile felons, respectively, and “Call a Doctor!” for the ones that may have gotten beat up prior to their close up. My favorite section is the one called “Smiles & Tears” saved for the emotional. Apparently, one of my friends got arrested, I’m not really sure why, but as he was getting his mug shot, he realized he was gonna be in The Slammer and plastered a giant smile on his face. Needless to say, I really need to get a subscription. I was thinking of actually trying to start one here in Brooklyn….eh?