Top Ten lists for the songs, TV scenes, and foods of 2009!
Get ready!
Hints:
Lady Gaga, Noah and the Whale, Little Joy, Peggy waking up in Duck's bed, Betty finally leaving, Lindsay Lohan guest judging PR, the GG menage a trois, Scott's mussels, the tacos from the mexican shack down my street, Sara's chestnuts (and yes, I just realized that it sounds like I'm admiring my friend's tidbits), and tidbits!
MORE TO COME!!!
Showing posts with label TV. Show all posts
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12.02.2009
11.05.2009
Weekly Vacation-Staycations
My job is a weekly exertion in travel, if not an exertion in the hope for humanity's soul, its a regular tour of the outer bouroughs, the Islands, and diversity at its most base meaning/s.
If I'm not in my Brooklyn Heights/Downtown Brooklyn office, the Supreme Courts in Manhattan or the Bronx or Brooklyn or Staten Island...there's always trips to one, or sometimes three, of Rikers Island's luxurious jailhouses, the infamous Bed-Stuy, the Westchester office in da Bronx, and tomorrow's stretch...Sheepshead Bay.
Which, for the lay-folk, is roundabouts Coney Island.
It's far, yo. Like, out-of-my-usual-commute far.
And I have to be there at 8:00 a.m.-ish.
I'm not complaining. I just get to tour NYC in ways I never, ever imagined I would. Seeing B.D. Wong on the L train or a filming of of "Raising the Bar" suddenly becomes all the more...unrealistic.
You wanna know what the average criminal justice system employee is doing on a regular workday in The City...he, or she, is on a train for the better part of an hour, or the Staten Island Ferry, the Rikers Island Q100 (formerly the Q101R), or in line for a $5 footlong.
You get to make new friends along the way, I'm sure you've heard my [(horror and) success] stories.
If I'm not in my Brooklyn Heights/Downtown Brooklyn office, the Supreme Courts in Manhattan or the Bronx or Brooklyn or Staten Island...there's always trips to one, or sometimes three, of Rikers Island's luxurious jailhouses, the infamous Bed-Stuy, the Westchester office in da Bronx, and tomorrow's stretch...Sheepshead Bay.
Which, for the lay-folk, is roundabouts Coney Island.
It's far, yo. Like, out-of-my-usual-commute far.
And I have to be there at 8:00 a.m.-ish.
I'm not complaining. I just get to tour NYC in ways I never, ever imagined I would. Seeing B.D. Wong on the L train or a filming of of "Raising the Bar" suddenly becomes all the more...unrealistic.
You wanna know what the average criminal justice system employee is doing on a regular workday in The City...he, or she, is on a train for the better part of an hour, or the Staten Island Ferry, the Rikers Island Q100 (formerly the Q101R), or in line for a $5 footlong.
You get to make new friends along the way, I'm sure you've heard my [(horror and) success] stories.
10.13.2009
7.31.2009
The List: A [few] Favorites
1. Mad Men's season 2 on dvd...its in a shirt box for crissakes!
2. Freaks and Geeks. Mostly because it reminds me (all of us) of high school...unfortunately, it mostly reminds me of elementary school because I was a ginormous nerd then. This guy, we'll call Auggie, because that was his name, would pick on me on the bus-ride to school every morning in the third grade. Until one day I went home crying and my mom decided to DRIVE TO HIS HOUSE AND TALK TO HIS PARENTS. Mortifying: Completely. Effective: More than you think. I felt like complete shit when, as we were driving back home so I could hide in shame, we saw as his dad open-fisted his face. He was super nice after that.
3. Trader Joe's White Bean and Basil Hummus (sadly, no link).
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2. Freaks and Geeks. Mostly because it reminds me (all of us) of high school...unfortunately, it mostly reminds me of elementary school because I was a ginormous nerd then. This guy, we'll call Auggie, because that was his name, would pick on me on the bus-ride to school every morning in the third grade. Until one day I went home crying and my mom decided to DRIVE TO HIS HOUSE AND TALK TO HIS PARENTS. Mortifying: Completely. Effective: More than you think. I felt like complete shit when, as we were driving back home so I could hide in shame, we saw as his dad open-fisted his face. He was super nice after that.
3. Trader Joe's White Bean and Basil Hummus (sadly, no link).
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5.05.2009
Existential Crisis in a Footnote
Have you noticed that it's Existential Crisis Month? Buy your own Existential Crisis flowers/booze/uppers/downers/brunch?
Everyone I know is on edge, for one monumental reason or another, including myself, (being the common denominator). Which is even more harrowing because I'd rather carry the weight than be mine own.
Creation, destruction. Destruction, creation. Or not. It's really shittysweet and altogether romanticized. Like Space. Its supposed to be this large void with purpose and potential...but really, its a large void. Nothing. And yet everything.
Yeah...toldya!
Dinner on the last night: pastrami & bacon w/ cheddar, lettuce, tomato, mayo, and Boar's Head Deli Dressing on a fancy roll...it's a deli sangwich and I did it myself!
Currently listening to: Throw Me The Statue's "Yucatan Gold."
Currently awaiting: Farady's comeuppance and LC's demise.
Wearing: gray pinstripe slacks, periwinkle blue button-up, my favourite Hugo Boss skinny tie, black grandpa cardigan, and my ol' faithful brown wingtips.
Avoiding: work until 7pm.
Everyone I know is on edge, for one monumental reason or another, including myself, (being the common denominator). Which is even more harrowing because I'd rather carry the weight than be mine own.
Creation, destruction. Destruction, creation. Or not. It's really shittysweet and altogether romanticized. Like Space. Its supposed to be this large void with purpose and potential...but really, its a large void. Nothing. And yet everything.
Yeah...toldya!
Dinner on the last night: pastrami & bacon w/ cheddar, lettuce, tomato, mayo, and Boar's Head Deli Dressing on a fancy roll...it's a deli sangwich and I did it myself!
Currently listening to: Throw Me The Statue's "Yucatan Gold."
Currently awaiting: Farady's comeuppance and LC's demise.
Wearing: gray pinstripe slacks, periwinkle blue button-up, my favourite Hugo Boss skinny tie, black grandpa cardigan, and my ol' faithful brown wingtips.
Avoiding: work until 7pm.
4.01.2009
Around-the-World in about 4 Hours
In the second season of this little show called Mad Men, at the behest of Don, Betty hosted a dinner that impressed his clients at their quaint Ossining home. Because the Dutch were trying to market Heineken to the States, Betty planned a well-rounded, cultural feast catering to their world-domination through what would eventually become the fancy-boy's beer of choice...in college.
Long story short, a little club that started about a year ago, Dinner Club, with three people and a hunger pain soon became the exclusive club of only five members that either most people frown upon, or beg to be a part of. Longer story short, besides massive hangovers, many a fine dinner has been hosted by Tiffany: chipotle pepper & cheese casserole (?); Stephanie: fennel & goat cheese pizza, and most recently, a Southern menu of highly delicious home fried chicken, mac & cheese, and collards!; yours truly: Spanish fare consisting of albodingas (Spanish meatballs that were awesome!), sherried mushrooms, and saffron-infused mashed taters; and Colleen's Americanized chicken sausage-infused meatloaf, crispy green beans, and goat cheese taters on a bed of BACON.
In my menu planning for the next meeting, I take from Betty, or rather the writers at AMC, a worldy menu...I believe I'll begin with these (I really like tapas, ok) and top them off with a few of these fine American gents.
As for a main course and sides...any ideas? Should I invite a Frenchie, an Englishman, an Asian?
Long story short, a little club that started about a year ago, Dinner Club, with three people and a hunger pain soon became the exclusive club of only five members that either most people frown upon, or beg to be a part of. Longer story short, besides massive hangovers, many a fine dinner has been hosted by Tiffany: chipotle pepper & cheese casserole (?); Stephanie: fennel & goat cheese pizza, and most recently, a Southern menu of highly delicious home fried chicken, mac & cheese, and collards!; yours truly: Spanish fare consisting of albodingas (Spanish meatballs that were awesome!), sherried mushrooms, and saffron-infused mashed taters; and Colleen's Americanized chicken sausage-infused meatloaf, crispy green beans, and goat cheese taters on a bed of BACON.
In my menu planning for the next meeting, I take from Betty, or rather the writers at AMC, a worldy menu...I believe I'll begin with these (I really like tapas, ok) and top them off with a few of these fine American gents.
As for a main course and sides...any ideas? Should I invite a Frenchie, an Englishman, an Asian?
3.31.2009
Provenceal Nerd Alert
Ok, so Oprah has given women in the mid-west the "a-ha moment." The rest of use just come to our senses and are like, "Oh, ok. Cool." Then you go back to eating your taco or would have you.
So last night, I attended an alumni dinner at my alma mater, John Jay College of CJ. The requisite nostalgia set in upon the escalator ride past the library that I used to laboriously hate undergraduate students in for four days a week, that one fateful semester.
Anyways, Sue, my colleague and drinking committee comrade, and I participated in the necessary, albeit, haughty tones of complaint...how crappy some of our professors were, how terrible registration was, how good the cheese fries were, and how we had little to no sleep with what felt like nothing to show for.
But here I was, at this table with all these old, nerdy dudes working in NYC in professions, much like myself. And, I'll just say it, I felt at home. I heard half of what they were talking to me about because the wine was flowing and a graduate from the class of '75 was hopelessly searching out fellow graduates. But I heard enough to realize that, I know I'm nerd, but for reals, I'm like a neerrrdddd. I'm going to be that old dude at the table, asking the waitress to being me more wine, going to alumni dinners for the free chicken cacciatore and "networking" possibilities.
Is this an ego-massage? I guess so. But how good can you be without one every now and then. I challenge you to try it. You have the Joe's Three-Weeks to Get Your Ego Massaged challenge.
Report back.
So last night, I attended an alumni dinner at my alma mater, John Jay College of CJ. The requisite nostalgia set in upon the escalator ride past the library that I used to laboriously hate undergraduate students in for four days a week, that one fateful semester.
Anyways, Sue, my colleague and drinking committee comrade, and I participated in the necessary, albeit, haughty tones of complaint...how crappy some of our professors were, how terrible registration was, how good the cheese fries were, and how we had little to no sleep with what felt like nothing to show for.
But here I was, at this table with all these old, nerdy dudes working in NYC in professions, much like myself. And, I'll just say it, I felt at home. I heard half of what they were talking to me about because the wine was flowing and a graduate from the class of '75 was hopelessly searching out fellow graduates. But I heard enough to realize that, I know I'm nerd, but for reals, I'm like a neerrrdddd. I'm going to be that old dude at the table, asking the waitress to being me more wine, going to alumni dinners for the free chicken cacciatore and "networking" possibilities.
Is this an ego-massage? I guess so. But how good can you be without one every now and then. I challenge you to try it. You have the Joe's Three-Weeks to Get Your Ego Massaged challenge.
Report back.
3.27.2009
Your aura is purple!
So some firefighter dude and his brother sanitation worker were indicted in the ol' Kings County this morn on charges of growing "hydroponic pot." I don't even know what that is, but its out there, kids. Just take my word for it...I don't want to link to the article (although, I did try to find the always irreverent clip from Almost Famous, only to find a plethora of links to some Shakira video about a poem and a horse).
In the dictation of Polonius, this much is true: the NYPD, FDNY, and now the DOS, likes to be naughty. In the industry, we call this reaction formation. Its like when your dad plays video games with you but ends up getting in trouble by your mom, sorta. Or like finding out your boss likes to drink...alot.
This just in, the Nerd Herd needs our help. If you don't help them, then you were cool and popular in high school and are now fat and boring, registering with classmates.com, and seriously considering botox before the reunion.
In the dictation of Polonius, this much is true: the NYPD, FDNY, and now the DOS, likes to be naughty. In the industry, we call this reaction formation. Its like when your dad plays video games with you but ends up getting in trouble by your mom, sorta. Or like finding out your boss likes to drink...alot.
This just in, the Nerd Herd needs our help. If you don't help them, then you were cool and popular in high school and are now fat and boring, registering with classmates.com, and seriously considering botox before the reunion.
3.26.2009
Celebrity Courtroom
Can I be the first man on earth to think of this? How awesome would be to see arraignments and trials that only center on crazy, criminal celebrities (I have a thing for alliteration). Nothing like courtTV or whatever it is now, just a show that encompasses the full realm of interaction, by celebrities, with the criminal justice system...from arrest onward. Sans confidentiality, et. al, this could work, make millions, and be hosted by yours truly.
Case in point: The State of New York v. Kenley non-Penley.
BETTER case in point: I didn't believe this would be so easy and good, but it was. Even with the catsup.
Case in point: The State of New York v. Kenley non-Penley.
BETTER case in point: I didn't believe this would be so easy and good, but it was. Even with the catsup.
3.25.2009
"Ribeye, Bloody"
LostBlogging "He's Our You"
The "He" that's their Sayid was the cowboy in Mulholland Dr. You remember him? He's the one that gave Joe from Six Feet Under an irreconciliable ultimatum. I reckon they wanted a creep that could both be feared and underestimated simultaneously, much like our good killer, Sayid.
The meat of the matter: If kid-Ben met Sayid in his past, but Sayid meets kid-Ben after having met adult-Ben, then who's present is this, and who's past for that matter. This leads me to believe that temporal-life is not the Lost-lesson (bah-ha!) here.
I also love how with Juliet saying she didn't want to have to tell Kate to stay away from her beau, she's effectively still telling her to stay away from her beau. And hot damn, LaFleur...who'd a think he'd be a die-hard convert? Someone fills the standard-issue boots all too well.
And WOW: "That's why I'm here." NEED I SAY MORE?!
Ok, but WAIT! THE ENDING! Ben doesn't die, so...
The "He" that's their Sayid was the cowboy in Mulholland Dr. You remember him? He's the one that gave Joe from Six Feet Under an irreconciliable ultimatum. I reckon they wanted a creep that could both be feared and underestimated simultaneously, much like our good killer, Sayid.
The meat of the matter: If kid-Ben met Sayid in his past, but Sayid meets kid-Ben after having met adult-Ben, then who's present is this, and who's past for that matter. This leads me to believe that temporal-life is not the Lost-lesson (bah-ha!) here.
I also love how with Juliet saying she didn't want to have to tell Kate to stay away from her beau, she's effectively still telling her to stay away from her beau. And hot damn, LaFleur...who'd a think he'd be a die-hard convert? Someone fills the standard-issue boots all too well.
And WOW: "That's why I'm here." NEED I SAY MORE?!
Ok, but WAIT! THE ENDING! Ben doesn't die, so...
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