Friday, September 22, 2006

emo mountain

Revisiting the idea of blue notes and what music, if any, you listen to when you're down... just wanted to share John Darnielle's words from an interview:

"I mean, it's a real honor, maybe the highest honor, to write something that might give somebody a moment of comfort on a sad day, even if that comfort amounts to just helping them go even deeper into that sad place, which is how I use music for comfort. This is gonna make me sound like The Man Who Lived On Emo Mountain, but my favorite music is stuff that makes me cry uncontrollably."

Speaking of Emo Mountain, Grey's Anatomy, though it is set in this "Seattle" place, pretty much takes over that magical mountain kingdom. And I'm happy to report that the show still makes me cry when I'm watching it alone, so my friends can continue to make fun of me. And the season premiere didn't suck like I was afraid it would, so let's hope it stays that way. And I hope the writers get it into their heads that their audience doesn't need to be beat over the head with their themes.

And speaking of sad music and Grey's, I noticed they used some Emiliana Torrini music again last night. She's an artist whose latest album, Fisherman's Woman, is definitely on my bluemusic list (there's a really sad story behind that album too). Somebody over there must really like her... but she's a good fit, and that's that.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

buzzbuzzbuzz



So instead of stealing one of these babies, I took a picture of them. I like the red one. Vroom vroom!

Illy is doing some sort of "journey of the senses" promotion thing at the Time Warner Center with events and displays and such. The best thing? Free espresso. Until October 9th. Vroom vroom!



Tuesday, September 19, 2006

to sleep, perchance to dream, but not in that death way

NYT Magazine profiles Michel Gondry, who almost doesn't sound real. My eyes might turn to goggley hearts, after reading this and of course with the whole lovelyquirky Eternal Sunshine etc. etc.. I wonder if he gets tiring in person though? Who knows. Dream a little dream. etc. etc. I don't know why I'm talking like this.

Anyways, I can't wait for his new movie, The Science of Sleep. Sounds right up my snoozy alley, no?

Friday, September 08, 2006

see ya!

Time Out does a short Q&A with Sandra Oh, and she's on the cover! Yay for her.

If I were around this weekend, I would've loved to check out Devotchka at the Spiegeltent. FYI, some of Devotchka's songs were used for the soundtrack of Little Miss Sunshine. Don't you know everything's more fun in a spiegeltent?

And soon, I'll be off to Germany for a week, to drink many beers and eat many wursts. As my skinny twin Heidi Klum (I'm the fat, korean one) says, "auf wiedersehn!"

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Blue Notes



I'm curious. What do you listen to, if anything, when you are sad and blue? I'm glad that's not a crayola color. Periwinkle. Navy. Aquamarine. Sad.

Finding or chancing upon just the right thing to listen to, does it color us in, or squeeze us out until there isn't a chord to strike anymore?

I'd be a poorer girl without my metaphors, quality or not.

In any case, if you're all for achey breaky, this is Cinderella's shoe for rainy days and the blues, from sky to midnight.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

grub burg, part tres

TAPAS TIME!

You can't be unhappy at tapas time. There are all these yummy little plates vying for your attention. With bread in one hand and a glass of sangria in another, all's right in your dining kingdom. Sure, I am substituting food for other holes in my life, but at least I could have an imaginary tiara made out of olives. On with the final installment of Grub Burg.

7. Praise be to paella!! La Nacional in Chelsea has wonderful paella, served in an epic platter. The challenge is how one is to partake of this platter of ricey goodness after enjoying tapas time and awesome sangria times. Yeah, I lead a tough life.

Unfortunately, since it's been a few weeks, my pea-sized brain's not doing too well with the specifics of the tapas. The table was hectic with seven or eight people of meat-eating and vegetarian variety snarfing down over half the tapas menu. Definite recs: shrimp in garlic sauce and either/both red and white sangrias.

The is-this-a-restaurant first impression makes it easy to miss, even when you're looking for it. La Nacional is in the basement of the Spanish Benevolent Society and you might encounter futbol playing on the tube, old men drinking wine at the bar, and merriment in the cosy dark of the dining room. Sometimes, as we did, you will hear the rhythmic thud of flamenco dancers through the ceiling. We didn't go check it out though, since eight little piggies were nursing our very full stomachs, squealing all the way home. Truly a sexy bunch.
8. Oliva on the lower east side seems to have garnered great thumbs ups for their food as well as disappointments with their service. Well, at 6:30 on a Tuesday, the food was excellent, the service attentive, and with rain spitting outside on a gray and chilly fall-approaching day, you'll toast your table-mates with more glasses of sangria and thank the tapas goddesses (with all sorts of olive tiaras at their disposal) that you stumbled upon this place.
Starting out with a perfectly fine but few slices of manchego cheese platter tricked us because the six or seven plates that paraded triumphantly out afterwards were not only tasty but hearty, good-sized portions. Standouts: steamed mussels, which nature custom made for humans to sop up their steamed garlicky juices with never ending bread, fried calamari reminiscent of that of La Nacional, very lightly battered and perfectly accompanied with aioli, and 'txangurro' crabs breaded in panko with pepper and tarragon. The menu didn't ring exactly as 'authentic' as La Nacional, nor was the sangria up to their awesomeness, but this seems like a really fun place to while away some eating and drinking time when the restaurant's not too busy. Biggest con: advertising that they take amex and then telling us the machine was down when it came time to pay.

9. Cupcakes!! Last but not least in this batch of food entries is a visit to the lower east side's Sugar Sweet Sunshine Bakery. I'm not really part of the cupcake-crazed, but these lovely creations at $1.50 a pop pleased me well, even leading me to trade in my olive crown for ... more cupcakes, especially with names like Ooey Gooey and Sexy Red Velvet. Sugar Sweet Sunshine is a cosy café, and when I say cosy, be careful of the charmingly, old looking chairs.
And speaking of Olives and Sunshine, go see Little Miss Sunshine. Because I love it.

Friday, September 01, 2006

grub burg cont'd, savory village

No sweets-talk today guys. Sad but true.

But there will be EELS! Nothing can go wrong. Unless they start playing xylophones. If there's nothing scarier, it's grilled, saucy eels playing some saucy tunes with mallets. They have no hands!!



5. Falafel discs! I walked gracefully (translation: hobbled in new heel-y shoes) over to Azuri Cafe in Hell's Kitchen to sample their falafel goods. Why? Because it's on that NY Mag Cheap Eats List (translation: interpret 'cheap' as you will). And you know us. We are slaves to lists. This entry itself is a list. It's really hopeless when you think about it. Play, strange eels with hands, play a diverting melodious song!

Anyways, I was filled with a bit of trepidation because I had read that the dude there is supposed to be gruff and mean, but maybe he wasn't there, because my dude was not giving me hugs or anything, but nice enough. I think Azuri is an Israeli food place, as opposed to a 'generic middle eastern', with dishes like shakshuka and Israeli bottle drinks in the fridge. I got a mango one, and the falafel small plate. The small plate was very filling, so I'll leave you hungry bears to get the large plates. The falafel were very tasty, and if I remember correctly, herby. Herbacious! But, as you can see, they were flattish, like discs, which is a first in my falafel experience. What was actually the best was that the platter comes chock full of different salads and dips - hummus, eggplant, white beans, and more - which, frankly makes everything more exciting. Everything was fresh and yummy and if I worked closer, I'd go all the time. Alas, I dont.

6. EELS. If you are a fan of japanese style grilled eel with that sauce that might include crack it's so tasty PLUS korean style bibimbap in a stone pot, you will LOVE the 'mix eel rice', or hitsuma bushi, at Chikubu in midtown. This dish is only served on monday through thursday, cuz friday is RAMEN DAY (I hear this is excellent as well. Must return!). The foods, even with a lunch menu, are a bit pricey here, but japanese food tends to be pricey, and dammit, everything was so quality and unstingy. The mix eel rice is basically an unagi-don but a-crackling in a hot stone pot. The entree came with a few pickley things, miso soup, and a little kettle of either hot water or light stock. Basically you eat a lot of the rice, then pour in the water, and voila! A tasty soup-type thing with crackly rice bits!! My friends had excellent noodles and sushi. And if I had more money, I'd go all the time. Alas, I don't. Oh the emerging themes.

Okay, there will have to be one or two more installments of Grub Burg. Because that's just how we roll there. Like sushi.