February 28, 2004

get.your.sunday.drunk.on

A couple of sunday's ago, while helping to prepare brunch at the professors house we ran into a quandary. We only had one bottle of champers for an estimated 12 (mostly alcoholic) guests. Up until this past may, liquor stores in new york were barred from opening on account of the blue laws. Luckily a lone gunman in our group knew of the semi-repeal of said disgusting, getting-drunk-on-sunday-and-passing-out-durring-the-simpsons preventing laws and quickly manned his trio, searching the web for a store near us. It was a long search and we finally found a store in Soho that sold only new york wine. Needless to say we bit the bullet and purchased a sub-par new york state "sparkling wine" to fortify our orange juice, however by this point most of us had simply begun to pour the evil potato juice into our breakfast libations.

In any case, several weeks later The Times has seen fit to publish a cute article about the trials and tribulations of finding a fucking drink on sunday.

Some highlights include:

A liquor store owner speaking of the business on sunday's "Twice as good as Tuesday," said Mek Motyka, co-owner of Stare Miasto Liquor Store in Ridgewood, Queens, as he took a bottle of chilled vodka out the refrigerator and slid it across the counter to a taciturn man with a florid nose
Florid Nose indeed...

and

"Sure beats the bootleggers," Rene Martinez said in front of Rivera Wine and Liquors as he cracked the seal on a $3.75 pint of Barton vodka. Mr. Martinez, 46, a retired seaman and self-described alcoholic, explained that bootleggers charged $5 for the same flask."
It's a sailor’s life for me.

In any case the most worthwhile thing about the article is that if you go to the jump page where it is listed, the times has seen fit to allow you to download an excel or PDF of all the nyc stores that are open on sunday (look here: nytimes.com/metro). That’s what I call serving the readership. Of course it would have been even nicer had they seen fit to include a map of the locations, or better yet a bot that allows one to plug in an address and find the closest store. Perhaps I will get on it, or perhaps I will just start planning a guest list for brunch.

Update:It looks like MUG had a listing up a while ago, manhattan centric ('natch).

Posted by thickeye at 06:10 PM

eating dog

I had to share this E from LTB in the wilds of asia. It's long but it's worthwhile, I wish I could have afforded to go with him. Though, no dog for me, thanks.



From: ltb@XXX.com
Date: Fri Feb 27, 2004 3:29:24 AM America/New_York
To: "Benjamin Godsill"
Subject: Roof; Going To the Country Gunna Eat Me alot o' Chicken

Ive been hanging out with this guy, Trung. Hes my advisor, motorbike
driver and friendly marijuana dealer.

Eating In Asia has gotten me preety used to eating just about anything and
throwing western concepts of where and what to eat out the window... Food
thats suposed to be served warm sitting at room temputure for 8 hours; no
problem, Pig gut congee with blood sausges, bring it on, fertilized eggs,
in their third trimester, yummy. With that in mind I decided to try the
pinicle of Vietnamese cullinary achievment... Dog.

When I mentioned this to Trung he happly took me to the section of Honoi
where one can procure said delicacy. Dog Meat alley is easily discernable
by the numourous pictures of lassy beconing costomers to eat dog. The
travel book explained that only during the first half of the lunar month
is it considered lucky to eat dog, and in the second half most of the dog
establishments are closed.

Well it must have been the wrong time of the month because many places
were closed and the ones that were open retained few costomers. Trung
picked out a place for us, parked his moter-bike and off we went. The
meal began by taking off ones shoes and sitting crosslegged on a rasied
platform covered with thin bamboo matts. Then came the raw vegtables that
acompony most vietnamese meals. Next came the sauces; lime sauce, the
ubiqitous fish sauce, and the famous fermented crushed unpasturized shrimp
shit. This afermentioned shit, imagine taking a five pound wheel of the
stinkiest blue cheese and some how extracting all the blue chessy stinky
essense... Then imagine conectrating all that stink down to a drop or
two... Now imagine a soup bowl full of it.

After the sauces the meat started ariving. On an New York menu this meal
might apear as a seven course tasting menu of dog, ya got your dog
kidneys, dog sausage, sliced dog, deep fried dog skin (little hairs
intact) and your dog curry. All of these preperations tasted good. The
curry was the most interesting and unlike any other curry I have had.
Think a steak dry rub moinstened with a little fish sauce. Regardless of
its inherent tastyness I could not stop thinking about how I was eating
fucking dog. After trying all of the dishes I made the unfortunent
mistake of liberally dipping some dog liver in shrimp shit. This was my
last taste of the night.

The next day Trung took me to the Ho-Chi-Minh masuleom and Meuseam. The
moseualeum was interesting in a star wars meets brave new world sort of
way. Groups are lead in single file through perfectly pollished sterile
black marble intersecting at aproprietly futuristic angles. Finallly Uncle
Ho apears as fresh faced as if he had died yesterday, sourounded by
menicing looking gaurds and saourinded by comunist iconigrophy.

After visiting the meuseam and reading a little big about Ho, I cant help
but think he was a preety cool buy. Western educated, lived in Parisand
London to name a few, and to top it all off worked with Escofier in London
(cullinary pioneer.) In addition he seemed to live a very modest life
style and really belived in what he was doing. At the end of the day Trung
said to me "What you want do tommorow, want go country? Chicken ok for me
in country."

Now I'm sure you've heard of the Asian Flu crisis. While Thailand has
dealt with it by declaring "National Chicken Eating Day" complete whith PM
cermoniusly devouring said creture; Vietnam has outlawed their consumption
and chickens have subsequently disaperead from Vietnamese markets and
restaurants. When Trung offered to take me to his chicken farm to sample
the illicit goods I enthusiastically accepted.

The day started at 9am, and it was raining. Traveling around asia one gets
used to taking short jaunts on the back of a motor-bike but I was a little
nervouse about a 70km ride,it wouldbe my longest, this compuded by the
rain, and my wake and bake stonieness made me a little nervouse. When we
got to Trungs house in the country preperations were under way.
The house had several chickens, ducks, and a half acre farm, along with
electrcity and no running water. All the cooking was done either on a
stove that was poured by charchole and aded by a small fan that pushed air
through the fire. A very hot way to cook. A large bed of ash 5 feet by
two feet took care of any slow cooking.

Trungs family picked out an old looking rooster and went to work, slowly
killing the animal while butchering it. Kolrabi and lettuce were pciked
from the garden while the neighboors plot was raided for fresh tomatoes.
When the meal arrived after a few hours it looked real good. Im sad to
say that it did not taste as good as it looked. Ive never eaten rooster
before but can understand why the french use it in a slow powerfully
flavored braise. The rooster turned out tough and had and intese chicken
flavor. Oh well I hardly remember most of the meal as I was being fed
shot after shot of homemade rice whisky.. I ended up chewing a bettle
nut, vietnams answer to chewing tabacco, this caused great pain on my part
for days to come.

A good way to leave vietname. I go to Tokyo this evening and am really
looking forward to it, but I will miss good old 'Nam.

UPDATE: Yea there are a bunch of spelling errors, etc. but the dude is in tokyo now and paying close to a third the GDP of maine for every minute of internet time he is using, cut him some slack.

Posted by thickeye at 03:36 AM

February 27, 2004

security


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I like security. I like the boundaries both physical and non-physical, which are constructed between Self and Other. I don't know why. I think those spaces, the "boundary lands", if you will, can create interesting places for various forms of relationality to happen. I like the physical architectural sites of boundaries: guard stations, tollbooths, subway turnstiles, security desks, etc.

I am working on a piece that attempts to bridge the physical notions of security, with the interpersonal sense. To create a text of these two things in relation.

Anyway in the course of doing some research to write the proposal I need to I stumbled upon a website by Julia Scher. I have known about her work for a while and have a great book by/about her (Always There) but I never knew she had a (pretty) good electronic version of some of her work.

I urge you to check it out HERE

Posted by thickeye at 03:36 PM

February 24, 2004

la.woman

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If any of you are in beautiful L-Gay this time of the year (which i type longingly as I look out my window towards the snowflakes that are falling in the the frozen tundra which is NYC) you should make sure your ass goes to Vag's birthday party. Vag is an institution, a formidable wit and above all a crazy drunken insane person. You should also make it a point to read her amusing blog once in a while (link at right) which is worthwhile despite the lack of an RSS feed.

Posted by thickeye at 03:10 PM

till.death.do.us.part

First:
On principle I don't support any marriage. Marriage as we know it is a remnant from when we were an agrarian society and needed to pump out kids to till and milk and what-not. Marriage, as it is presently construed, is simply a patriarchal control system of late stage capitalism. It inherently otherizes the partner in a boring and didactic static system of duality. Further as many have argued (ES, etc) it is inherently misogynist. The basis of marriage as we know it (having its roots in the agrarian system) sees the female member of the partnership as chattel, that which is owned and controlled by the male. Many of those who support "traditional marriage" would love to see a return to this system where in the male is the master of the household. That's fucking gross.

That being said and being the sober [sic] realist that I am (and seeing no indication that armed revolution is about to happen, even though i clean my glock with regularity j/i/c) marriage is an economic and inter-personal system that is here to stay. The idea that our leaders want to change our inclusive (and brilliant as a performative-text) constitution totally boggles my mind. I can not fathom the amount of small minded bigotry that would seek to keep two people who are in love from formalizing that union in the eyes of the legal system (and ugh, god).

I understand everyday fear of The Other, and all the different identifications disidentifications and the like that go into the various process of hate that have plagued us all, but how can you be so unfeeling a human being as to want to single out a single class of human beings in such a blatant and unapologetic manner? Totally unfathomable to me.

Posted by thickeye at 02:38 PM

"Le Club des Hachichins"

In the mid-19th century, French writers including Baudelaire and Dumas met regularly to use cannabis.

"The group, calling themselves the Club des Hachichins (Hashish Club), would gather regularly between 1844 and 1849 at the suitably gothic Pimodan House, also known as the Hôtel Lauzun. Here, ritualistically garbed in Arab clothing, they drank strong coffee, liberally laced with hashish"

Sounds like my college dorm room.

Posted by thickeye at 12:42 AM

February 22, 2004

decay

Are the historical spaces we view, especially those of the ancient world simply sterilized versions of the reality that actually should exist? More interestingly how has our understanding of such of such historical spaces, and our view of them in reality been shaped by aesthetic considerations that change and morph through time? Great questions that are hinted at and explored in a fascinating review of christopher woodward's new book In Ruins written by rochelle gurstein. Check it out HERE

I am interested in how artistic representations of reality (in this case historic sites) shapes our view of them as we experience them in person. For me a more interesting question is how modern media shape how we view interpersonal relations. Growing up watching romantic comedy how does that shape the sexual and romantic entanglements we find ourselves in, our expectations, wants. In other words how does the fictional world, the flow of media in many forms shape how we experience actual real life situations? Is it possible to experience life with fresh new eyes, in a buddhist sense to be 'in the moment', if our world view has been so shaped and structured by representations. Are we now so saturated that the DNA of our relation to experience can only be viewed through the filters of representation? I think so.

Posted by thickeye at 08:43 PM

February 20, 2004

battle

Got cable? Semi employed like me?
Former SF mayor willie brown and rev. falwell on crossfire as we speak, toss in a little tucker and Mr. Mary matalin and the fun and games are ON.

Posted by thickeye at 04:43 PM

whats.in.a.name

There is a highly amusing article in today’s times about women with new babies, depressed at leaving behind a promising carrier to become incubators for their I-banker husbands, are getting together in the early afternoons with each other to drink heavily.

Actually, the article is more about new mommy happy hours (same diff, no?) but don't bother reading it, it's banal. Just take this away; here are the names of all the new babies that were mentioned in the article. I will leave it up to you to figure out which are male and which are female.

Oona
Oscar
Olive
Boaz
Duncan

If i ever knock someone up (or get knocked up myself) I am totally going to name the baby the most bizarre thing I can think of, ridicule teaches valuable lessons.

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February 19, 2004

from.the.east

Got a belated emug (to steal vaginal davis' term) from little LTB in vietnam today. Excerpts below:

So im nearing the end of my trip, thank god...
I miss NYC, you and all my other friends and will be happy to return.
Vietnams a preety interesting place, being commie and all. Develoment
here is slow but seems to be a little more evenly dispursed than other
third world contries.

Speaking of which Im deffinitly tired of being in the third world. These
people are great as long as you dont have to do buisness with them.
Because everything is kindof under the table so anytime you have to do a
transactiom, from buying a meal to riding a motorbike these
fuckers try and rip you off.

Cambodia was fun and deffinitly lived up to its reputation as the "wild
east". One is constantly being asked "You want somesing" and that somesing
is only limited by the amount of money you're willing to spend. After a
while it gets a little depressing seing fat douchbag white guys with
little asian girls. The amount of ugly fat white people ive
seen on this trip is fucking incredible.

Tom

Tim Kelly, tom's voyage mate also has a great post on S-21, a former political prision in Cambodia peep it HERE

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a.little.gmo

Is it really so bad to offer poor countries genetically modified seeds, that are resistant to plague and pestilence and what not? Sounds sensible and it is often the basis for the pro GMO lobby's arguement. I agree. I know i am not supposed to, that a good lefty is supposed to be against the evil changing of the genetic basis of our foods with an almost fundamentalist fever but then again I have never been very good at toeing the party line. Of course this does not mean there are not dangers; I for one would choose to eat only organic stuff, and I don't want any GMO'ed veggies to get up in there.

Further, the idea of companies being able to patent these seeds and in essence own the basis of sustenance goes beyond creepy into the downright wrong.

What am i trying to say? Well Patrick Moore, who helped found greenpeace and has since then become a sort of right-wing environmentalist sums it up in this article. Yea yea I know, it is in the weekly standard, but none-the-less it is worth reading.

The point that most interests me is why so many people are inherently and vehemently against the ideas of GMO's. If we can use science to help keep people healthy and well fed who would otherwise die isn't it our moral duty to do so? It seems like those that are most against the idea are those whom have the privilege to not need the life-saving help that these new crops could offer.

This does not take away the (limited) dangers that do exist, and they need to be taken into consideration, but shouldn't GMO crops be at least a tool in the fight against world hunger

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February 17, 2004

i.like.it.dirty

I know that we should be focusing on that which is not political but the fear, the loathing, the drugs & the whores keep it from being so.

This is going to be the first real 'internet election' and I don't mean because some hick from vermont figured out how to get guilty liberals to pony up $100 bucks online. If the past has taught us anything the interwebthingamabop is not really the best way to move goods and services from-one-to-many, but it is a great way to spread information; and gossip, dirty lies, innuendo, fake pictures and the like are a form of information like it or not.

So far in the last week we have had Moby letting us all know how to play with ideologes in chat rooms (which was a lot of fun when i was like... 14). To Drudge doing his usual thing & a photoshoped picture of kerry and Hanoi Jane.

This shit moves like a virus and I am all for it. I love to see how the innuendo spreads; I wish I was behind some of it. Why? You ask... because it shows the fallibility of all information, of all truth. It helps to peel back the super-structure from the base, exposing the true power dynamics. Further it is a fertile ground for forcing derivations in the information flow. Besides, it's just politics.

Politics has always been dirty, like football and competitive eating its all about who can take the most punishment without allowing it to bring them down. You have to hand it to the bushies press people, they know best how to kill narrative story lines that are unattractive to them by simply ignoring them; like the teenage mother who simply tosses her newborn baby into the dumpster, willing away that which they wish not to be.

And remember, we never would have had that brilliant horndog irishman from boston in the white house if it were not for Mayor Daley (the sr.)'s delivery of Illinois via "creative" means.

Lets go spread a rumor; it's as american as slavery.

Posted by thickeye at 03:28 PM

February 12, 2004

reBlog

I meant to write a real entry but I am so torn. Do i go after the kerry sex scandal, the disney takeover (talks), the fun reading at kgb tonight or what?


eyebeam has set up a great node in the information flow. reBlog recycles (ie republishes) the best blog posts from around the web with guest curators from their staff. While this idea is not new, eyebeam an organization that marks the consilence of art, technology, film and other fun things makes for a fun and intresting curatorial presence. I highly suggest you check it out.

Posted by thickeye at 06:03 PM

February 11, 2004

self promotion, etc

First of all go check out The Dreamers. I will put up a review I am working on later today or tomorrow but in the mean time go peep it.

Secondly, if you want a longer form version of them review I wrote on the William Pope.L show, head on over to The Blow Up Review. In fact; even if you don't want to read my long form version you should check out The Review anyway, some good articles and reviews on current art shows. fashsion, books, etc.

Posted by thickeye at 03:55 PM

February 10, 2004

the diffused audience

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A post of Abe's (that refrence's other's posts that I am too lazy to make links to) looks briefly at FCC chairman Powell’s statement that the superbowl is a "sacred event" in america.

There seems to be some extrapolation from this statement that the superbowl is one of our last culturally shared events as though in the past as audiences and a culture we had shared events that we all took part in (a train of thought that seems, to me, to want to hearken back with rose colored lenses towards an era of bucolic villages that would gather together for births/deaths/marriages).

I would hold that these sacred/shared events & sacred spaces both temporal and ethereal never really existed in the way that they have been popularly mythologized and as we move into an era of diffused constantly active audiences, while there are times and places that we all come together in audiences of the same event or performance text, very rarely are we sharing the space in any sense of that word.

In the recent past, while as a mass audience we may have been watching/listening/attending events where in our spectatorship was a shared trait amongst a diverse and (all)encompassing spectrum of peoples, rarely if ever were we decoding these events in manners similar to that of our neighbor (this being true if the neighbor was next to us in church or across the country watching the same television broadcast). We each watched with our own needs, desires, wants, histories and personas, and as such we created, and co-authored the text of the event or spectacle in our own individual manner.

Now when we perform as an audience it is for texts that are "always-on", you cannot single out a single event in the "sequence /flow" that rushes between all mediums electronic and physical. The Superbowl runs into Entertainment Tonight runs into the Grammy’s, runs into a Family Guy episode, runs into graffiti over an advertisement on the bus, runs into the annoying street performer on the subway. They all relate to each other in our own particular time and space and we in turn relate them together depending on which flow is unique and personally ours. While we may swim in the same stream, watch the same program with millions of others the diffused (and constant) nature of the current media world makes it impossible to really _share_ an event in any way other than the most superficial. In the past while there may have been specific times where we were accutly aware of our need to act as the performers of an audience we are now always an audience, always in the mode of the audience performer.

This, to me, is not a bad thing. Just because we are all reading and writing different texts does not make it any more or less hard to relate. If anything it is this false memory of shared spaces that seems unhealthy to me. We seem to want to create a history that is not a part of us, that we can separate ourselves from and look back on with feelings of loss as opposed to looking forward.


from now on, three entries per week, thats 3 per 7 days. hold me to it

Posted by thickeye at 03:14 AM

February 02, 2004

super.sucks

I had a great entry decrying the lack of any creativity in this years superbowl ad's but it seems that the techno-gods were angry and they raped my virgin thoughts upon the alter, and if that is the offering they want I am more than happy to oblige.

In short however to ad dudes: FUCK YOU. If I am going to live in an over-comodified world that try's to supplicate my desires (which the system itself has created) with weird goods (which that same system produces) at least sucker me with some spectacle. Show me humor and explosions and sex- thats all I ask. If you continue to try and use this shit to to stroke my desires I will end up living off the land in a cabin in montana reading old books and listening to NPR which will make those $1500 per day research trips to scores a lot harder for you to justify to your clients so get your fucking act together. (of course it could be that "old time" hyerarcical information distribution systems to wildly diverse audiences is no longer the future of advertising but that is an idea for another post).

Moving on but still on the subject of this evenings broadcast I wanted to touch on the two semi-worthwhile moments.

First Janet's titty. Let me say for the record I am all for tit's and nipples, the more the better. The same goes for piercings which are always a welcome surprise when you find them in your mouth. But Janet. Hon. What the fuck is with your "i am a 19 year old gothic model from the mid-west" style nipple jewelry. That shit screamed "I got it on melrose, Isn't it so dark". Please, I know you grew up ghetto but I am sure that even Tiffany's & Harry Winston carry nipple jewelry now. Head on over and buy your nipple some class, you can afford it.

Secondly what the fuck was with CBS trying to not show the streaker on the field just before the second half kick-off. That shit was straight comedy and you instead chose to focus your camera's on some unresponsive football player for fifteen seconds. Fuck you. Then after they had the guy cleared you chose to focus on the panthers coach who was clearly cracking up about what had just transpired yet your announcers refused to acknowledge what went down. I have never more clearly seen an example of how the media seeks to construct through selective inclusion the narrative of situations. It is really east to extrapolate how that same media creates the meta-narritives that structure our existence by choosing which reality they pass along. I mean really, we all know you guys do that shit but please don't lay it out for us like that, it makes us feel dirty.

Posted by thickeye at 12:31 AM