Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
i've also been introduced to veronica mars, which turns out is a pretty good show. bonus points for the theme song being the dandy warhol's we used to be friends, which is both thematically appropriate and a great pop song (though, it maybe sticks in your head a little to easily).
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
This was a big year for women: The first serious female presidential candidate, the first predominately female state senate, the first female Top Chef. Yet the advertising world has not caught up to the advances of half our population and continues to use stereotypes and violence to prey on our most vile desires. Here are the worst of them--the trends that won't die despite our cultural outrage, and personal boredom.I was appalled, though not surprised, at some of the hateful responses readers posted. While I don't agree with all of Alex's analysis regarding the ads in question, I do agree with her overall point. I got into it a little bit with some of the commenters on the site, which I know is an exercise in futility. But sometimes it's fun to argue. Anyway, I've cut and pasted the exchange below. I get kind of high-horse-y in places, but if you read some of the earlier comments before my post, you might have a better understanding of why I ended up with that tone. (Parental units, please note that there's some harsh language used here.)
Sunday, December 14, 2008
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muxtape in all its original freewheeling glory was killed by the RIAA, but there are a couple websites vying to be legit replacements. one of them is 8tracks.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
found on the washingtonpost.com:
Wal-Mart worker dies after shoppers knock him down
NEW YORK -- A Wal-Mart worker was killed Friday when "out-of-control" shoppers desperate for bargains broke down the doors at a 5 a.m. sale. Other workers were trampled as they tried to rescue the man, and customers shouted angrily and kept shopping when store officials said they were closing because of the death, police and witnesses said. continue reading...
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Many Groups Spied Upon In Md. Were Nonviolent
By Lisa Rein and Josh White
Washington Post Staff Writers
Wednesday, November 19, 2008; B01
Maryland State Police labeled members of a Montgomery County environmental group as terrorists and extremists days after they held a nonviolent protest at an appearance by then-Gov. Robert L. Ehrlich Jr. at a Bethesda high school.
Police files released to the activists reveal that the governor's security detail alerted the state police's Homeland Security and Intelligence Division to what troopers guarding Ehrlich described as "aggressive protesting" by the Chesapeake Climate Action Network in 2005.
A review by The Washington Post of those and other files given in recent days to many of the 53 Maryland activists who were wrongly labeled as terrorists in state and federal databases shows an intelligence operation eager to collect information on the protest plans of a broad swath of nonviolent groups from 2005 to at least early 2007.
Monday, November 17, 2008
As you may have noticed from the last post, I’m none too happy about this whole Prop 8 kerfuffle. See, it pisses me off not just because of the hate, or the apparently comfort a certain segment of the population has with creating a fascist theocracy, or even the balls that some people have to act as if THEY are the ones who should be offended that they are being held responsible for their actions. See, I am also frustrated—and, to be honest, have been for quite some time—because there are so many more important things to do than try to assimilate with a worn out heteronormative religious institution . . . but man, those fucking Mormons have to ruin everything, don’t they. So I’ve come up with a solution for everyone:
Thursday, November 13, 2008
multiple consecutive hours, my brain goes on hiatus such that it will
not really function in any sort of active capacity, but only in a
reactionary capacity. and to get it to shift out of neutral and
accelerate requires massive amounts of mental oomph.
at night, i find the opposite. i can think and think and think putting
forth virtually no effort at all and there are occasions when i can't
stop thinking (a problem that seems to afflict a number of people i
know). and not only that but i can think in both broad strokes and
about the minutiae about virtually anything, from Armageddon, to pen
nibs, to the exploitation of sweatshop workers in southeast asia. my
nighttime thinking is often transportational—i can think myself into
various situations, with a heightened sense of empathy. i often am at
my most honestly self-reflective at night as well. and there have been
many occasions when i've composed letters in my head right before
going to sleep—thanks, apologies, or other sentiments—that seem at the
time extremely important things to say, but of course the next day,
the urge is lessened and i have an inability to recreate the words
for some reason i think most people are more thoughtful and honest at
night. probably right before they go to sleep. maybe this sense is
just a result of my self-centeredness—an assumption that everyone else
is like me or should be like me.
i wonder why this oscillation in thought (or lack thereof) occurs. is
the structured environment of an office actually destructive with
respect to thought processes? is the night some bizarre psychological
security blanket that allows the brain to wander off in any direction
without worry? maybe it's just the distraction of the computer with
its easily manipulated controls and infinite entertainments that
placates. it would be. stupid computers. (this is how bill gates took
over the world. it's diabolical!)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Is this true? Is a first lady not allowed to work professionally? Would her working professionally somehow result in a conflict of interest for the White House (i.e., tax cuts to the first lady's industry)? Clearly there are unofficial White House-y duties to attend to, but does that preclude her choosing another more enjoyable, paid occupation? Self-employment perhaps?
"There is a strong tradition against the First Lady holding outside employment while occupying the office. The first lady frequently participates in humanitarian and charitable work; over the course of the 20th century it became increasingly common for first ladies to select specific causes to promote, usually ones that are not politically divisive. It is common for the first lady to hire a staff to support these activities."
This is a pretty sexist precedent (outside of the fact that there have been no women presidents, obviously). I certainly support "humanitarian and charitable work", but I don't much like the idea of a first lady being pigeonholed into it.
First Black Lady—Lady Tigra
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
'In front of the White House, the celebrants came up with a new chant to direct toward the mansion: "Pack! Your! Shit!"' —Achenbach
but then last night, in all its historic, gravity-filled, momentous glory, our liberal messiah became the president elect. Obama then said this election was only the beginning and the real work is ahead. he appealed to the american people (that's us!) to do our part to help move america forward. then this afternoon i had an encounter with a fellow citizen while waiting for my order, (the bastille—a grilled panini with portobello mushrooms, roasted red peppers, smoked mozzarella, red onions, tomatoes, spinach in place of alfalfa sprouts, and sundried tomato mayo) at the local sandwich joint, who said electing Obama was a good first step, but that everyone needs to pitch in. i'm sure there are a number of other conversations happening all over the country with the same sentiment bandied about. i just don't know what it means. what part exactly are we supposed to do? how are we supposed to do it? is it sacrifice that's necessary? action? innovation? a psychological adjustment? what is and how do we make progress? this is really what most people yearn for, yes? some purpose? we'll eat it up if someone would just tell us, show us.
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as for prop 8, isn't the basis for our country "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness"? isn't that what the declaration of independence was all about? the state denying a person their ability to marry someone they love is about as unamerican a thing as i can think of.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Anna: I certainly hope that that is trueI imagine that it will suck a lot for a lot of people but since I wasn't alive in the 30s, I really have nothing to compare it to
me: also a good point.
Anna: and most people don't we just know it was bad and we don't want it
unrelated: the term "trick-or-treater" strikes me as a poor way to describe small children panhandling for candy. also, since the tricking is no-longer really part of halloween practice, it's misleading.
and i thought m-w.com's definition was kind of amusing: (n) a children's Halloween practice of asking for treats from door to door under threat of playing tricks on those who refuse
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
went apple picking on sunday in hood river, which is beautiful place to get some produce on a sunny october day—views of mount hood and autumnal leaves everywhere. also: alpacas, which are kind of like gangly camel–giraffes (camaffes? giramels?). very awkward. they remind me of Bill from Freaks and Geek, probably only because i've been recently re-viewing F&G with Laurel and Tom.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Are some things still worth dying for? Is the American idea* one such thing? Are you up for a thought experiment? What if we chose to regard the 2,973 innocents killed in the atrocities of 9/11 not as victims but as democratic martyrs, "sacrifices on the altar of freedom"?* In other words, what if we decided that a certain baseline vulnerability to terrorism is part of the price of the American idea? And, thus, that ours is a generation of Americans called to make great sacrifices in order to preserve our democratic way of life—sacrifices not just of our soldiers and money but of our personal safety and comfort?
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
saying latinos, women, the middle class, or any substantial american demographic will affect the election is stating the obvious. it's like saying american citizens will affect the election. it's great that certain previously ignored demographics are having attention paid to them (i.e. they're being pandered to), but regardless of whether they're noticed or not by politicians or the media, clearly they have sway in the outcome of the election with the handy use of their vote (or non-vote, which depending on your perspective can have a variety of meanings; and for the sake of this argument, let's go with DFW's p.o.v., being that for every vote not cast someone else's vote counts double).
the other thing that irks me about these stories is that by saying one
these stories are fluff.
i'm also tired of news sources announcing new campaign ads (though it's nice when they point out the lies in them) for myriad reasons, which i cannot quite articulate right now.
Friday, October 10, 2008
'I don't think you can understand a single thing we [the Weather Underground] did without understanding the violence of the Vietnam War,'' he said, and the fact that ''the enduring scar of racism was fully in flower.'' Mr. Ayers pointed to Bob Kerrey, former Democratic Senator from Nebraska, who has admitted leading a raid in 1969 in which Vietnamese women and children were killed. ''He committed an act of terrorism,'' Mr. Ayers said. ''I didn't kill innocent people.'
Thursday, October 09, 2008
"We're going to find ourselves spending our sunset years telling our children and our children's children about a time in America, back in the day, when men and women were free [if you vote for the other guy]." —Sarah Palin
Also I heard on NPR today that Obama is outspending McCain 20 to 1 on TV ads in Indiana. It's nice to know America hasn't given up on capitalism and a vote is always for sale.
Our democracy is the suck right now.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
We can work on nuclear power plants. Build a whole bunch of them, create millions of new jobs. We have to have all of the above, alternative fuels, wind, tide, solar, natural gas, clean coal technology. All of these things we can do as Americans and we can take on this mission and we can overcome it.
My friends, some of this $700 billion ends up in the hands of terrorist organizations.
As far as health care is concerned, obviously, everyone is struggling to make sure that they can afford their premiums and that they can have affordable and available health care. That's the next issue.
What? How did that get in there? Is McCain implying that the bailout money is being handed to terrorists? Or maybe that the executives of the financial companies are terrorists? Which, if it's the latter, I would then agree. Perhaps atypical terrorists, but the crisis they've orchestrated is certainly terrifying. The $700 billion could also be a reference to some other pool of non-bailout money... who's to say what's going on in that pretty little head of his.
In other news, I've started going to this kickboxing exercise class with Tera and Marty (or Kung Fu class as Marty lovingly refers to it). It makes it hard to lift my arms, which I'm learning were not made for exercise, but rather for dangling.
Also: =w= concert tomorrow. I'm cautiously optimistic. Though they wouldn't have to put forth much effort to improve on their previous couple of performances I witnessed.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Read the article.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Otherwise I've been reading his article about John McCain from the 2000 campaign trail (Rolling Stone, April 2000). Here are a couple of the more relevant passages I've come across so far:
Such is the enormous shuddering yawn that the Political Process evokes in us now, in this post-Watergate-post-Iran-Contra-post-Whitewater-post-Lewinsky era, an era when politicians' statements of principle or vision are understood as self-serving ad copy and judged not for their sincerity or ability to inspire but for their tactical shrewdness, their marketability. And no generation has been marketed and Spun and pitched to as ingeniously and relentlessly as today's demographic Young.So when Senator John McCain says, in Michigan or South Carolina (which is where Rolling Stone sent the least professional pencil it could find to spend the standard media Week on the Bus with a candidate who'd never ride higher than he is right now), when McCain says "I run for president not to Be Somebody, but to Do Something," it's hard to hear it as anything more than a marketing angle, especially when he says it as he's going around surrounded by cameras and reporters and cheering crowds... in other words, Being Somebody.but then:
And when Senator John McCain also says—constantly, thumping it at the start and end of every speech and THM—that his goal as president will be "to inspire young Americans to devote themselves to causes greater than their own self-interest," it's hard not to hear it as just one more piece of the carefully scripted bullshit that presidential candidates hand us as they go about the self-interested business of trying to become the most powerful, important and talked-about human being on earth, which is of course their real "cause," to which they appear to be so deeply devoted that they can swallow and spew whole mountains of noble-sounding bullshit and convince even themselves that they mean it. Cynical as that may sound, polls show it's how most of us feel. And it's beyond not believing the bullshit; mostly we don't even hear it, dismiss it at the same deep level where we also block out billboards and Muzak.
[McCain] chose to spend four more years there, in a dark box, alone, tapping code on the walls to the others, rather than violate a Code. Maybe he was nuts. But the point is that with McCain it feels like we know, for a proven fact, that he's capable of devotion to something other, more, than his own self-interest. So that when he says the line in speeches in early February you can feel like maybe it isn't just more candidate bullshit, that with this guy it's maybe the truth. Or maybe both the truth and bullshit: the guy does—did—want your vote, after all.
It's hard to get good answers to why Young Voters are so uninterested in politics. This is probably because it's next to impossible to get someone to think hard about why he's not interested in something. The boredom itself preempts inquiry; the fact of the feeling's enough. Surely one reason, though, is that politics is not cool. Or say rather that cool, interesting, alive people do not seem to be the ones who are drawn to the Political Process. Think back to the sort of kids in high school or college who were into running for student office: dweeby, overgroomed, obsequious to authority, ambitious in a sad way. Eager to play the Game. The kind of kids other kids would want to beat up if it didn't seem so pointless and dull. And now consider some of 2000's adult versions of these very same kids: Al Gore, best described by CNN sound tech Mark A. as "amazingly lifelike"; Steve Forbes, with his wet forehead and loony giggle; G.W. Bush's patrician smirk and mangled cant; even Clinton himself with his big red fake-friendly face and "I feel your pain." Men who aren't enough like human beings even to dislike—what one feels when they loom into view is just an overwhelming lack of interest, the sort of deep disengagement that is so often a defense against pain. Against sadness. In fact the likeliest reason why so many of us care so little about politics is that modern politicians make us sad, hurt us in ways that are hard even to name, much less to talk about. It's way easier to roll your eyes and not give a shit. You probably don't want to hear about all this, even.
Dude was astute.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
"Did you know that probing the seamy underbelly of U.S. lexicography reveals ideological strife and controversy and intrigue and nastiness and fervor on a nearly hanging-chad scale? For instance, did you know that some modern dictionaries are notoriously liberal and others notoriously conservative, and that certain conservative dictionaries were actually conceived and designed as corrective responses to the "corruption" and "permissiveness" of certain liberal dictionaries? That the oligarchic device of having a special "Distinguished Usage Panel ... of outstanding professional speakers and writers" is an attempted compromise between the forces of egalitarianism and traditionalism in English, but that most linguistic liberals dismiss the Usage Panel as mere sham-populism? Did you know that U.S. lexicography even had a seamy underbelly?"—DFW, from his essay "Tense Present" in Harper's April 2001 issue
Friday, September 05, 2008
As for McCain's speech, I thought it was fairly uninspired. He really likes short declarative statements and showed he isn't so much a straight talker as a direct one. Three quarters of the speech seemed like it was written in sound-bite form: two or three sentences, a repetition of the last couple of words, and then wait for applause (e.g., "We'll attack—we'll attack the problem on every front. We'll produce more energy at home. We will drill new wells off-shore, and we'll drill them now. We'll drill them now."). The comparisons he made between himself and Obama were misleading and his multiple shout-outs to God, whether honest or not, just seemed like pandering to the Christian base. Otherwise his speech seemed remarkably sincere for a politician. And finally, I have to say the Republicans exploited the POW business to an excessive degree, which is just so totally like them. McCain did a great job getting our sympathy.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The chorus is pure melody and beauty, the lyrics offering a more universal counterpoint to the verse’s personal childhood references: “In the garage, I feel safe / No one cares about my ways / In the garage, where I belong / No one hears me sing this song.” It’s a somewhat easy rhyme, but it’s entirely forgivable considering its melody, the originality of the lyrics that come before and after it, and the fact that this more universal moment allows the listeners to make this song their own, even if they think Kiss is the worst band ever. “The garage” could just as well be your room, your apartment, your car — anyone who feels a little “different” from the simpletons of suburbia can relate to that. And then, “No one hears me sing this song” — it’s almost an open invitation to sing along in your own little world, privately wailing out of tune, fists pumping, loving every moment of it. “In The Garage” might as well be Weezer’s manifesto: secret anthems for the lonely ones.Weezer also seem to have become so popular that they are uncool, which somehow makes them cool again.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
thank you and good day.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
brief notes and comments:
- it is looooooooooooooooooooooooong
- props to the casting director for making batmanuel the mayor
- heath ledger did a pretty excellent job aping mark hamill's joker laugh
- opening bank robbery scene was perfect
- the joker was in fact funny, despite what your average movie critic says
- the joker is probably the greatest villain in the history of villains—even better than hitler
- jack nicholson who?
- it is looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
- christian bale's batman-y voice is kinda silly
- in as many ways as batman begins was poorly orchestrated, the dark knight was ridiculously well orchestrated
- too much bat-motorcycle
- thank you nolan brothers for getting the batman-joker relationship right
- the watchmen preview looked awesome despite the fact that it neverevernever should ever have been made into a movie
- holy fucking hell: the joker!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Domino's Scientists Test Limits Of What Humans Will Eat
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Now let's posit that we have a truly oppressive government. There's a popular revolt. It's the regime against the people. The regime has stealth bombers, stealth fighters, RPGs, the hydrogen bomb, M-16s, uranium-tipped bullets, apache helicopters, and so on. Don't worry though, my buddy Gary has a .22. He'll overthrow those fascist bastards.
I'm fairly certain unless the supreme court rules that all weapon regulation is unconstitutional, the second amendment does not serve the purpose for which it was intended. Reversing the ban on hand gun ownership in DC was almost insignificant with regards to protecting the second amendment and was just plain stupid.
I want my thermonuclear warhead, goddammit! It's my constitutionally protected right.
Sometimes law is stupid.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Sadly, there were no live witnesses and I had to eat this pizza all by my lonesome (it's a hard knock life).
Two things I did differently: used more yeast in my dough mixture and set the oven to broil. I also wisely waited for my dough to rise in the fridge overnight. I also probably kneaded the dough less than I usually do, though I think this has little to do with my success. I'm going to go with Jeff Varasano and say that the rest time is more important for purposes of gluten-osity.
I've got three more balls of dough left, which hopefully will still be in good shape tomorrow for more pizza-making. Pizza anyone?
I was probably a little light on the cheese.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tastebud Farm is now a restaurant, which lies hidden behind a walled courtyard deep in the forest of southeast pdx. My housemates and I ventured there prior to its official opening, but after building a following at area farmers markets over the years though, the cat is almost entirely out of the bag already and my housemates and i had to wait 40 minutes to get in. the busy waitstaff was kind to us, providing drinks on the outdoor patio.
Tastebud prides itself largely on its ingredients, which are fresh and regionally produced and the menu changes regularly to account for the change in seasonal goods. prior to the pizza eating, we sampled some pancetta with asparagus (believe the dish was roasted), which was overpoweringly flavorful—salty and savory. It was possibly the most absurdly tasty dish I've had the pleasure of consuming in recent memory. After that my expectations for the pizza were high to say the least. A wood-burning oven is always a good sign. Alas though, the pizza was only mediocre. While the sauce and cheese were certainly good, they really missed the third part of the margherita trifecta—basil—which was not yet in season. The pepperoni was a bit of a one note player, all smokiness, very little spice or sweetness. The clincher for me, though, was the airy-ness of the crust, which was the lightest baked good I've ever had. The air bubbles were universally large, which meant that you couldn't get any of that bready, umami satisfaction out of it. So pillowy. So very, very pillowy.
My recommendation: make a meal of the appitizers and desserts. The pizza's good, but it's not the star of this show.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
tom has made doughnuts. they are delicious.
i made bread, which is not quite as delicious, but partners well with butter.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
relief when it was finally over, but now sometimes all I want is to
return. I'm afraid if I don't, the three months I spent there in
overfed discomfort will quickly evaporate from my memory, and the
experience will become like some patched together story telephoned
from a friend of a friend.
In reality—the present—the experience of New Orleans actually is
someone else's. It belongs to friends. While my own little realm of
existence somehow still involves gypsy jazz bands, it is devoid of
morning meetings (which I am shockingly nostalgic about), beignets,
oddball nicknames (or one ball nicknames), mushroom trailers, colored
bricks, and a million other idiosyncrasies that I'd apparently grown
to appreciate. Oddly, even though I was crammed into what was probably
originally a three bedroom house with a rotating cast of 16 or 17
other people, sleeping in an unenclosed room on modified bunk bed, and constantly switching
jobs, I kind of felt at home.
That said, if there's one thing I've learned in the past 26-plus years
of consciousness it's this: life is transience.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
seven leaked tracks makes for a pretty good sampling of the upcoming weezer album, which following a theme, is eponymous and in reddish hues. the shiny button of those tracks is "the greatest man that ever lived (variations on a shaker hymn)." grammatical error aside, it's a track that can't quite make up its mind over weather it wants to be an epic piece of rock history or a novel bit of pastiche. in a little more than 6 minutes, the song runs a gauntlet of styles from hip-hop to choral to hair metal, with others dotting the audioscape. lyrically it appears some parts are tongue-in-cheek hyperbole, while others are honest expressions. sometimes its hard to tell the difference.
it seems rivers cuomo is suffering from michael jackson syndrome and makes a point of appearing put upon and responding to fans and critics by making outlandish statements (a la mj's scream and unbreakable) about his sonic prowess. if he'd just written a good pop song and left his personal beef with his fans and critics out of it, we could all just get on enjoying this musical patchwork blanket. instead i'm left wondering whether rivers is really "tearing up the place" or we actually "love" what he's doing, because while certainly the song is ambitious, catchy, and displays a knack for pop music writing, it isn't innovative—there are no knew sounds here—and lacks the empathy that weezer's best stuff evokes in the listener. so the song ends up a false proclamation.
6 out of 9
Friday, May 09, 2008
sometimes flowers aren't enough, ya know.
it seems that i may have my first bit of temporary employment with what looks like will be some lame-o financial company. i will detail it later after it begins, but probably not particularly thoroughly as i feel that would lead readership to drop from what is already a pretty lowly number. the consolation is that i know i will not have to work for a heinous financial company longer than a couple of months. and hopefully by the time its over, i will have enough greenbacks to exchange for a computer that i can then use to service mankind for good and not villainy or mediocrity... or some other antithetical noun.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
in the past two years i've gone from pizza rich (scrooge-mcduck-swimming-in-a-tower-of-pizza rich) in brooklyn to pizza lower-middle class in new zealand up to pizza middle-class in the dc-metro area, and back down to pizza poor in new orleans. and now i'm in pizza portland, that as yet largely unexplored region in our nation's upper west side.
my search for pizza glory is not unlike an olympic athlete's search for the gold medallion. it requires dedication, high standards, and traveling great distances. however, unlike the upcoming summer games, there are no human rights controversies surrounding pizza (unless you count people being subjected to undercooked pies made with inferior ingredients as a human rights violation). there are however wheat controversies. the price of grain is up and so follows the prices of a slice. Di Fara back in brooklyn is now infamously charging $4 a slice. According to slice.seriouseats.com, the price jumped a whole dollar in one day from $3 on Feb. 5th to the cuatro on the 6th. judging by the waits at two portland pizza purveyors, the price hike hasn't appeared to slow pizza fans from chowing down on their favorite pies.
so far in two weeks of portlanding, i've found two quality contenders for pizza gold in Ken's Artisan Pizza and Apizza Scholls (Apizza, as i learned recently, is pronounced A-beetz). the former being a neapolitan-styled spin-off of the popular Ken's Artisan Bakery and the latter being a new haven inspired thin-crust slinger. both of these places provide nicely charred thin crusts, fresh basil, and root beer, but that is where the similarities end.
the first thing you notice when walking into Ken's, besides the hordes of people waiting up to two hours (as we unfortunately found out) for a table, is the magnificent looking wood-burning oven. shortly after that is disgruntled-looking pizzaiolos stretching, spreading, and sprinkling dough, sauce, and cheese at a clipped pace. the pizza's coming out of the oven are beautiful 13-inch specimens dotted with charring, the edges nicely puffed, and spots of creamy mozzerella on a bright orange-red water bed of tomato sauce. i tried their margherita and pepperoni-style sausage pie. the first was perfectly cooked, though under-sauced, a problem that seemed prevalent on all their pizzas. the uber-thin crust held up well though. and the sauce, when its flavor peeked out over the cheese, crust, and basil, had some zing—spice!—and tang saddled up next to some sweetness. the crust, while beautiful to look at, and that hard-to-find crisp-yet-pliant balance, was a little bland. the sausage pie displayed many of the same qualities but with the added smokiness and spice that one would expect from pepperoni. arbitrary scoring: 8 giant pandas out of 11.
Scholls' dishes out the 18-inchers normally, but i was able to get a 14" special (for the same price). the margherita with half pepperoni and extra basil burned the hell out of my mouth (in the classic pizza way, right behind the top front teeth) on the first bite. always a good sign: a seriously burned mouth often means a hot oven--not that i recommend others using this method as a test, but it yields results. luckily the tongue and its trusty sidekick, the nose, were intact. the sauce-cheese balance was spot on, with the sauce containing a bitterness not uncommon from canning, while the cheese seemed to be a blend of fresh and aged mozz. a well done crust allowed for a satisfying crunch that gave way to a pleasant chewiness. arbitrary scoring: a pair of short pants, a striped sock, and an american apparel t-shirt on a fully-clothed hipster.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
first impressions are good. there are home gardens spilling over onto sidewalks everywhere with blooming tulips and fat rosemary bushes. streets are lined with cherry blossom trees, which are now liberally distributing their pink petals all over the city. businesses have a habit of being small and locally owned, including a glut of chocolatiers. and there are a number of second run movie houses dotting the landscape.
i'll soon send an email out with my address, &c.
for now, please enjoy this photo by Ryan McGinley (via ffffound.com):
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
4 days in nyc. poorly organized on my part. no one really knew i was coming. i just kind of showed up, but i've managed to see quite a few people anyway. had some pizza at patsy's on 11th and university, chilled out at the old office complex, watched an episode of the wire with carrie hanksering-for-a-chilicrowtherfabercheese dog, &c.
had my first experience at b&h, the magical gadget wonderland. it's what i imagine an international space station will be like in the year 2073. lots of hustle and bustle, many queues of people surrounding islands of gadgetry, with lots of signage everywhere. they conveyor-belt all the gadgets from the customer service agent who answers all of your questions to the cashier/merchandise pick-up area. these people are often on different floors. you get tickets from one agent to give to another. you wait until the next available agent's numbered light blinks. these sorts of things. and then when you're done with your purchase, after picking up your bag from bag-check, there's a little decompression chamber that allows you to sort through your new gadgetry while comfortably sitting down. in my case it wasn't really gadgetry that i sorted through, but rather a lens-cap and a battery for the minolta i found in cgr's distro building. for those curious, the battery doesn't seem to make the light meter thing run. also, minolta no longer exists. it seems it was purchased by sony. or konica. or both. also: carrie curlycheesefries gave me another lens. i have a collection of two now. film is the new plaid.