Friday, December 30
well new years is just about upon us
1) I promise not to give nasty looks to everyone who wears those jeans that fall down the crack of their ass and expose their entire butt just so they can show off the little tattoo cradled in their crack... cause frankly there's just too many of them anyway
2) No longer will I roll my eyes back in my head like zombi on acid everytime someone in my gym leaves a puddle of sweat on a machine one inch deep and does not wipe it off. Instead for my mental health I will simply grab the roll of paper towels and shove it up their wazoos.
(wazoo a generic term that can mean anything I damn well want it to)
3) I will never ever ever again watch television no matter how much I love the show, even though it was Buffy the Vampire Slayer once and Queer as Folk once when I could instead be having sex, because I have come to understand how rare decent sex is. I said decent honey. Lousy sex is ample.
4) I will take a deep breath the next time I get an obnoxious comment from a right winger with no ability to type while being simultaneously human and say to myself....there but for the grace of god......
5) I will give myself permission to not be a world famous writer/painter for yes another year, because i am on the road...and staying creative and thats good enough for now..the validation might not come till i lose the ear
6) Never again shall I laugh at George Bush because quite honestly
7) The next time I fall in love I will check the availability tag first
9) I will try and remember that just because Im in my busy season my friends may not be and try and return their phone calls in a timely fashion and be kind, instead of screaming
10) I will not change the fact that I am a loudmouthed NY bitch
I am woman hear me roar!
Sunday, December 25
Well I had my first Xmas Eve alone in some time
After a very stressful year I treated myself to a me, myself and I
Had brunch with La C early in the day
Honey you have never lived till you’ve seen the face of a homeless person who says to you
today it’s a mellow xmas day of listening to music
and then at 6
All in all just fine
Wednesday, December 21
the trickle down theory for the transit strike has been
i did want to go to soho
my meeting tomorrow may be canceled because the bride cant get in
forgetabout visiting pals uptown
everyone i mean everyone is way bitchy
i got a feeling
on the other hand
i feel just as sorry for the strikers losing double pay
its a sad story all round
Tuesday, December 20
Lordy talk about a crappy beginning to the busy holiday week..
Honeys I knew I was lucky to finally, for the first time in my life be able to walk to work and luckier still to have a few days off but in this freezing cold, I sure do feel sorry for everyone else..
I was out having a drink at midnight last night un-aware that after saying goodnight to all my pals, it was probably the last time any of us would be catching a cab with any ease in the near future..
This morning, well you’d think the earth stood still and it has because the subways and the busses aren’t running in NYC!
25 years ago at least eddy man got to lead the city for a walk across the bridge in spring temperature because it was friggen April!
But now, man foregetaboutit its cold out there baby!
Its infuriating and hard to know how to feel because as Americans we of course support a Union’s right to strike but as New Yorkers we think anyone who slows us down should rot in hell!
All I can say is, I sure hope this shit doesn’t last 11 days like the last one did, that’ll ruin everyone’s Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanza, New Years and whatever else you got to throw in there.
I can hear the new Christmas Carols now
On the first day of Christmas the Union gave to me
On the second day of Christmas the Union gave to me
Friday, December 16
The reason it took this so long to hit the press is because the bushies got the times to sit on the story for a year.
Now that the cats out of the bag ….numerous former officials under anonymity are calling it a real stretch of the constitutional rights for legal search..
Yep…here we go again.
All this of course in done in the name of our protection.. and our fear is lassoed like a giant bull (being the appropriate animal hear) to erode our liberties and let giants piles of bull dung like the patriot act come crashing through into our lives..
Course the Bushies, consider all this to be absolutely necessary to protect the U.S. against the ummm infidels…no we’re the infidels, always get that confused… and if you don’t’ agree than your anti American and your worse a terrorist sympathizer…
You don’t like your library records read, your email read without warrant, hey this is all part of protecting the great US Of A..
What about monitoring the peaceful antiwar requests sorta like oh the 60’s yes the 60’s in which occurred incredible abuse of the blatant revulsion of the human rights of the anti-war protestors. But supposedly we had learned from all that and imposed limits on what intelligence could gather in this country and how we could do it. The SEARCH WARRANT was the major gain here. The SEARCH WARRANT is the major loss under the bushies and so for that matter are we..
Saturday, December 10
The Lower East
Growing up on the Jersey Shore in the 1970’s a trip to New York City only meant one thing; the Lower-East-Side.
We would take the hour and fifteen minute ride that felt like a decade through the Holland tunnel and emerge in the rough and tumble world of Manhattan’s Jewish bargain district. There I would delight as my mother would drag us to stall after stall along Orchard Street haggling with the Chasidics who sold socks, shoes, leather jackets and braziers.
After a hard days haggling and a visit to Cohen’s Opticals for discount glasses the family would be treated to the reward we’d been salivating about all day; David’s Kosher delicatessen. I don’t know if it’s that I was so much shorter then, but David’s felt like it was 20 feet high and a city block wide and was filled with hanging salamis, smoldering brisket, kuggel, potato pancakes all the delights of Ashkenazi childhood.
We would sit at about 3:00 and eat till 4:30, then crawl out of the den of derma reeking of pastrami for the long ride home.
I knew the day they turned David’s into a Blimpies sub shop the Lower-East-Side of my ancestors was gone.
The brassiere shop is now a hip-hop clothing store. The Chasidic vendors have been replaced with Hispanic vendors. Where we used to see carts rolling by filled with Turkish apricots and halvah, now you see Korean street vendors selling fake designers watches.
Then the café’s came.
The Lowest-East-Side once the immigrant center for post Ellis Island European Jews and more then a few Irish has become something no one could have predicted. It has become hip.
There are French café’s, art galleries, tattoo parlors and trendy independent designer clothes stores. The realtors in a rush to capitalize on the growing fashion of the neighborhood have dubbed it “Loho” (lower-Houston) much like the tags for other Manhattan hoods that have been un-affordable to anyone but the rich; Soho, Noho.
But there are still signs of the old Lower-East-side and perhaps the most brilliant amongst them is the Essex Street Market.
The Essex Market is a large indoor market which opened its doors in 1939. Ironically the market was created by NYC mayor Fiorello La Guardia in an effort to rid the streets of pushcarts. The pushcarts stayed well into the 70’s so his plan did not work but one of the great and lasting Manhattan institutions was born.
One will no longer find a kosher butcher or a Chasidic dairyman in the market but there is Norman Schapiro, the grandson of Sam who founded the kosher winery Schapiro’s which distributes worldwide. Norman sold the much beloved and famous Schapiro winery building which welcomed tourists to Rivington Street for over 100 years. When asked why he sold, Norman answered simply, “For five million dollars…that’s a good reason!” Money aside Norman who grew up talking to tourists about his family’s legacy prefers to sit in his tiny stall at the market posing for photographs and offering tastings to playing golf.
Dont' bother looking for tongue or kishka at the butchers in Essex market they have been replaced with “Chuletas” and “Tripe.” But at the adorable Jeffrey’s market, the grandson of the original owner who has had the meat market right where it stands since 1939 now plays homage to the rising tide or artists in the hood. Jeffrey’s meat market is now an art gallery. Behind the glass case of pork chops hang watercolors by local school kids and paintings by whatever local artists Jeffrey deemed worthy for the month.
There are fruit vendors, fish stalls laced with bin after bin of fresh fish on ice, dry goods vendors, a dumpling man, a tailor, a barber and the newly hip “Rainbo’s” which makes specialty cake toppers including an S&M scene and a severed head.
One can walk into the Essex Street market and emerge with dinner, wine, a haircut, your trousers cuffed and more then a few stories to tell. The market is perhaps the perfect icon for today’s Loho; Yiddish to Puerto Rican to young hip and often Japanese.
We emerged from the Essex Market with our teeth stained purple from freshly made blueberry juice, an armload of cod, shrimp and filet mignon and the feeling that we’d stepped back in time.
What more can you ask for in the busiest city in the world?
** Recipes are done in collaboration with Miha Juric
Corn Crusted Cod
Rub the top side of cod ( or any white fish) filet in rough ground yellow corn meal and season with salt and pepper. Sear on the corn side in hot oil. Then lay on a greased baking pan and bake at 350 degrees for 10 to 15 minutes depending on the desired done-ness of the fish.
Red Miso sauce
Cut filets into 1-inch thick medallions, dredge in olive oil and salt and fresh ground pepper.
Wednesday, December 7
tried to watch the manchurian candidate last night
i remember in a fascinating sociology course i took
obviously advertising is a source of mental manipulation
wouldn't it be interesting to walk out into the world today
i have a fear that if i start digging out all the crapola implanted in my brain from
Sunday, December 4
we're having the first snow of the season here in NYC
but i for today
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