Thursday, November 16, 2006

grab a kazoo, let's have a duel

News flash: Dems crazy in the coconut!
Mr. Fowler sighed before letting out: “We’re nuts! We’re all nuts!”

Ah, a moving flash of insight into the human condition. Like microwaves.

At least, he was more coherent than this other dude: "Bah-bah-bah-bah, let me go to the first question,” Mr. Greenberg said haltingly..."

Conversation between Greenberg and Chan Marshall:
"Bah-bah-bah-bah"
"Oh, rarararar."

Yes, I love it.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Checking in, but not really, vanillaface.

Hi. You know what I'm missing? Lyricism, Crispness, and spicey-sweet desserts. That means I'm just a wet, rotting leaf that floated onto mediocre skim milky rice pudding instead of that warm pumpkin scone. It's enough to struggle halfheartedly with my leafy, limp hands.

Now I'm going to link to stuff.

I enjoyed this profile of Harry Reid, who is "the Man in the News," which is the title of this NYT news section. That seems like a rather silly title for a section, as if there being a man in the news is some sort of unnatural occurrence. I vote for "the Man in the Yellow Hat in the News" instead. Now that would turn heads. Anyways, Harry Reid, the next Senate Majority leader, sounds like great fun. For example, when you hang out with him, you can gossip about Britney Spears, do yoga, ask him questions about being Mormon, have a boxing match, and call each other on the phone just to say, I love you. I especially like the part about him and Chuck Schumer "whacking each other like kids." Now that I've given most of the profile away, you should read it. Or you can, like, totally check out his blog.

Defective Yeti is reading Moby Dick, a novel that doesn't sound like, ahem, smooth sailing. But he's also very funny: "Today Bush attended a a study group; next week he'll be going to Vietnam. Maybe he's having a midlife crisis or something, and frantically trying to do all those things he didn't do as a youth." Zing! Made me laugh. And say "zing!" outloud, so that you could tell it was italicized.

I've found that I've been looking for epiphanies in all the wrong places. All you have to do is take the 6 to Park and 23rd and walk a couple blocks and BAM! Epiphany! I've now twice just spelled that word of illumination with two ph's. Yeah, Ephiph and Tiff and Brit, and like, Skylar and Dylan, we're like totally going to the mall now, 'kay Mom?

Do kids hang out at the mall still? I don't even know. I mean, there's still nowhere else to hang out in suburbia. I mean, that is the definition of suburbia, "nowhere cool to hang out, really."

Then there's this excerpt by Gabrielle Hamilton of Prune from How I Learned to Cook...", a collection of anecdotes from zillions of cheffy chefs. (I like the colors of the cover. Classy!) A woman! who's a chef! who writes! Bourdain likes her a lot, I know, and she's supposed to be coming out with a book soon. I'm supposed to be eating at her restaurant soon. Epiph told me on her way to the mall. (Prune is one of those places I've always really wanted to go to but never have. Because I'm po'. And now I live in the wilds of suburbia. See above.)

Sober Cat Power sounds like she'd be fun to talk to too. Errr. She'd be someone with whom it would be fun to talk. Or as she says, "Oh rarararar."

I haven't had much time to delve into new music lately...been listening to my ladies instead. Lots of Cat and Regina and Billie and Neko along with some Portuguese and Brazilian sorts of stuff. Oh and these Swedish fellows. Any recs? Point the way. Light the light. Take the 6 train.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

I'm all lost in the supermarket



Sometimes I'm still in NY-mode whilst in NJ. I found myself getting some groceries yesterday at A&P and tiring from the sheer size of the supermarket. You're screwed if you forget tomatoes if you've already gotten to the milk. In NY, sometimes those stores are so small that you'll find your juice next to the Drain-o. The dairy and produce sections in suburban groceries are like two different continents, separated by oceans of potato chips and Chunky soups and sacks of pet food and bright lights. But it's like that most everywhere in America I suppose. I'm just lazy.

I don't mind the effort, of course, if the grocery is nice and interesting, like Wegmans or Whole Foods or farmer's markets and such. Because I'm snooty like that. So, it was great visiting the grocery stores in Germany. Even though when people think of Germany, it's all beer and wursts and potatoes, they do much more, in all food-tastic respects.

Checking out grocery stores in another countries is fun because you get an idea of, well, how other people live. Like in Frankfurt, the jam sections are amazing, the dairy case a treasure trove of creamy delights. There just seemed to be more variety and higher quality stuff in smaller spaces. Snoot snoot snoot.

One crazy 'grocery' we stopped at was at the huge department store in Berlin, the KaDeWe, which is short of something, but I'm too lazy to look up right now. It's two floors of sheer beauty. Yeah you might get tired walking around, but who cares when you're looking at baskets of eggs?! Some of them still had feathers on them, which freaked out my friend who hates birds. I mean, can you just imagine??? You go to your local Krogers or Pathmark or whatever and the eggs still have feathers on them?

sugar mines


KaDaWe really had some fancy shmancy stuff. You name it, it's there. I did sort of mentally faint, however, when I saw their little bottles of Monin syrups and these sugar boxes. So pretty!!

OK, I'm feeling flat and trite, like day old soda. Time to stop reminiscing about amazing foodstores.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

overheard at penn station

A woman and a man have just gone up the stairs at Penn Station from their train. Both have some degree of eye blindness (they have those walking stick things - I don't know what they're called). One of those periodic safety announcements comes on over the speaker. The woman half-smiles and says to the man, "Hey Jim, if you see something, say something, okay?"