Archive for February, 2009

PAPA LOVED/S BABY

February 24, 2009

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Here’s a tag that’s been cropping up a lot in the West Village and around NYU. The way it’s written, the hook of the “S” descends low enough that if you’re not looking at both lines at the same time, it looks like a “D”, and you get this great “loved” or “loves” effect, which creates a little bit of drama. You find yourself wondering just what happened between Papa and Baby, until you look at the whole thing altogether.

(This effect seems to be just a fluke, as a few marker-on-mailing-label versions do not have the same crash between the first and second lines.)*

*Disproved below in comments.

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TIME TO CHECK THE MAILBAG

February 23, 2009

To You Dear Sir,

13 years ago an elderly neighbor paid me 5Susan B. Anthony dollars to check her attic for weevils which she believed were congregating  at night & forming a new government. While investigating the matter, I found a copy of Time Life Book’s Mysterious Lands and Peoples. I need not explain that I soon found myself immersed in the text & then covered in weevils.

The book features a picture of Stonehenge. It occurred to me that because the configuration of ink and the stones themselves are the same that printed page was in itself a stonehenge and that consequently there are at least as many stonehenges in the world as there are copies Mysterious Places. After doing some research on the internet I have determined that there are at least 6milion surviving copies of this book.

I write to you & all other bloggers to beg that you please not every upload a picture of stonehenge to your website webmyspace twitterfeed or blog. My belief is that it is very possible that one day there may be one picture of stonehenge for every human life on the planet and that the earth will then shape-shift or metamorph into a Stone Henge. This is problematic because it will relocate all our national forests and sources of water and plant meat.

I thank you for your urgent help in this matter. Please spread the word.

Please do not print my name or email address.

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Dear Never Question My Methods,

Thanks so much for that great review of the Sanguine Sunshine Cupcake Saloon in the West Village. I took all my friends and we sat and had A LOT of coffee and cupcakes, and then we looked at the cupcake wrappers, and we felt a little sad, and then we got into our cars and we thought about how cupcakes can’t sit in a box by themselves — they need a molded seating area, so that they don’t tip over.

In other words, they exactly like us, because they need a greater being who will look after them, apply frosting, put them in a special box, and eventually eat them.

Did you know that the real meaning of “apocalypse” means the uncovering???

Please do not print my name or email address.

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Dear Never Question My Methods,

Thanks so much for that recipe for artichoketinis. My husband and I recently found a bunch of artichoke-shaped mugs, and we’re thinking of using them to highlight this excellent cocktail.

Or is that overdoing it? I don’t want to mess this up. I’ve thrown six parties in four years and all of them have sucked and now I have this great drink recipe and it finally seems like everything is coming together and my god it’s nearly time to leave the office and I still haven’t had lunch and what the hell am I doing with my time where does it all go I feel like I know more about the pastries in china or what kind of hats a cat can wear or how to buy organic olive oil than I do about my actual life and I remember thinking that I wanted to be a marine biologist and where did that time go because it seems like I was going to finally pet a dolphin after all these years and now the only thing I think about is whether or not there’s anything good in the office vending machine and there are still all those dolphins but the only ones I’ve seen have probably been in a can of tuna and I remember thinking once that it would be all right if I drowned while holding onto a manatee because the manatee wouldn’t know any better and maybe I could save it from the outboard motors and it would all be fine if I could just stop thinking about it is it too early for a drink I don’t even know if artichokes are in season I just don’t want to be picking thistles out of the vermouth again.

I will send you the pictures of the mugs as soon as I can stop crying.

Please do not print my name or email address.

SO HOW WAS YOUR 3-DAY WEEKEND?

February 17, 2009

Fine, thanks. I checked out this movie at the Eagle Theater in Jackson Heights.

The story is about an impoverished barber, Billu, who may or may not be friends with #1 Bollywood film star, “King” Khan. When Khan comes to shoot a film in Bill’s village, Budbuda (which Wikipedia confirms is fictional), life speeds up quickly, as word of their supposed frienship spreads. Billu’s barbershop becomes a success, there’s a lot of dancing — but wait! If they are friends, why hasn’t Khan visited Billu? What’s going on? Is Billu telling the truth? How about some more dancing? I don’t think he is telling the truth. How about some more dancing? But maybe he’s telling the truth. We’d better settle this with some more dancing.

This non-embeddable clip is a scene from one of Khan’s films, which as you might imagine after seeing it, very nearly eclipses everything else in the film. Green space mist abounds!

AAAGH! MY HAND!

February 13, 2009

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Where am I? One minute we were flying over Connecticut, and then . . . owwww . . .  My arm feels like it’s broken. And I can’t feel my fingers.

My hand . . . where is my hand? Oh god. No!

AAAAARGH! MY HAND!

This can’t be happening. I need my hand! I need both hands!

And to think, that painting was almost finished. . . . and the ring that she gave me. Gone! Lost, somewhere over the eastern landscape.

I will have my revenge! Do you hear me, Gaston? I will have my revenge! And I will take ten fingers and six toes for the hand that you have cost me!

Oh, Jocasta, I pray that you are safe. Let my hand become some kind of spirit-hand, and defend you from his vile intentions.

I heard the helicopter. I’ll never forget that sound. Thwuppa thwuppa thwuppa. But louder, and more helicopterish.

I should have guessed he would be watching from the skies, like some ugly, cowardly, scavenging bird . . . .

Abyssus abyssum invocat! Do you hear me?! ABYSSUS ABYSSUM INVOCAT!

Oh, the indignity. The defeat! The amputation! To fall from the blue– hey, do I still have my sunglasses?

That’s amazing.

Guess I broke even on that one, then.

WHERE THERE’S PORK, THERE’S FIRE. IN MY HEART. YOU KNOW WHAT? IGNORE THIS TITLE.

February 12, 2009

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This is the adorable little bacon chocolate bar from Vosges. What an idea: Bacon and chocolate! Oh my, that’s decadent. I probably wouldn’t eat it. But the packaging is so assuring. If the package was designed competently on a computer, you really know that someone cares about the food. Why else would they spend so much on a designer, and the photography, and the fonts?

And it’s at Whole Foods? At the coffee bar? Well, surely nothing at Whole Foods could hurt me. I think I’ll have a nibble.

Wow! It tastes just like a bacon bit, immersed in milk chocolate. It’s so much less risky than I thought.

I could probably eat thirty of them, while watching television. Thirty-seven if there’s something good on.

But wait, what’s this?

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This is a rather untrustworthy character. I don’t think I’ve seen this before. I mean, I do like bacon, as the above entry establishes rather nicely, but this is some kind of super-bacon.

And it has some sort of bone in it. That’s a little strange. I don’t think bacon has bones.

I suppose I could eat around the bone. Hrmm.

Well. That does taste rather rich.

Couldn’t they have added some kind of curly font somewhere, so I would know that this is a food meant for me?

It’s served with hot sauce? Oh no, I shouldn’t.

Very well, if you insist.

That potato looks a little unstable. I mean, I’m sure it’s very nice, but it’s just a little rough around the edges.

Well, I guess I’ll give it a try.

Goodness. That is really something. I mean, I’ll probably eat it only twice in my lifetime, because it’s so rich in . . . death . . . but it really is something.

APPENDIX

1. The Calibella Panaderia serves breakfast almost all day.

2. The Mo’s Bacon Bar is available at Whole Foods and will inspire
you to buy your own bacon and chocolate and do it right.

3. There’s one good main reason that these two items are
in the same entry: I ate them within 24 hours of each other.

Actually, it was more like 14 hours. Pray for me.

25 THINGS

February 10, 2009

by Former President William Howard Taft

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1. I was the 27th President. But you know that.

2. I was going to star in a film with Alex Winter, called “Dude President”, in which Alex Winter goes back in time and meets my cabinet, and I learn to skateboard.

3. The above isn’t true, but Alex and I pitched the idea way back in 2000. He was teaching me to skateboard at the time. I can do a wheelie for about three feet before scraping the tail on the ground. Is that a trick, or perhaps a novelty?

4. I was 300 lbs of pure POTUS, but now I’m down to a slim 277.

5. If I keep eating this popcorn, I’ll be back up to 299.

Oh, all right, all right, 304. It’s kettle corn.

6. I realize that this is almost a long-dead issue, but I have to set the record straight. I was anti-prohibition before it was a thing to be.

7. I have a cane made from 250,000-year-old wood.

Well, I used to have it. Somebody else has it now. But sometimes I would just lean on it and think, “as old as this cane and I are, put together, that’s still just a drop in the bucket compared to Eleanor Roosevelt.”

Hah! Kidding, Eleanor. That’s a little bit of Skull and Bones humor for you.

8. I really was kidding. Please tell Teddy to stop blogging about what a jerk I am. Hah! I remember when the only thing he wanted to shoot was bears. Now he’s got his sights set on whoever leaves mean comments on his blog.

9. I really did get stuck in the White House bath tub. I’m guessing that President Obama will not have this problem, but should it occur–you will need a gallon of butter, and six white house aids. Not necessarily because you’re stuck in the bathtub, it’s just the start for a great party.

10. I’m only up to ten things? Wow. This isn’t easy. Umm, Lost is on, and I was going to DVR it, but I’ve just got to know if they’re going to find Farraday’s mom.

11. If I had a constant, it would be you, Nellie. I promise I’ll get up from the computer soon. Bring me more popcorn!

12. I never managed to rap, but I can beatbox like it’s 1989. Much respect to Shockbox, Scratch, and Rahzel. Put the T.A.F.T. on an album, guys!

[ Stands for Tha Amazin' F**kin' T.A.F.T. ]

13. I know people want to ask me what I think about the Stimulus Package: it’s a great name for an album. Does anybody buy albums today?

14. Nobody ever mentions that I was the first Unitarian president. So I’ll just bring it up here.

15. I knew that waxed mustaches would make a comeback. Keep hope alive.

16. Still haven’t seen Slumdog! Waiting for the DVD.

17. It tried to take a picture of myself every day for a year but I got depressed. So I took a picture of the same picture for a year, and that seemed to even things out.

18. Not only do I not believe in the stretching of presidential powers, but I hate anything with a superhero in it. Or psychics. Or people who can talk to animals. Give me something with a real story and a lot of descriptions of well-aged french cheeses and crisp baguettes.

[ There's a joke in there somewhere, but I'm not going there. ]

19. I have a Facebook group. But with only 5 members? Come on! Let’s get that to capacity.

20. I liked the season 2 of the Wire. But only because Horseface would have made an awesome VP.

21. When I said, “I don’t remember that I ever was President” I must confess that was a bit of hyperbole.

You never forget the first time you’re able to park in DC without circling the city for six or seven times.

22. When they said I was “the man to put in the barn” Vice President Sherman started calling me Haystack.

Until I put him in a half-nelson.

23. Just kidding. It was a full-nelson.

24. My fingers are getting tired. Uhmmmmm. Depression-era drinks are making a comback? I still haven’t had an appletini, a saketini, or a cosmo. Do people still make those?

25. If you’ve read this, then I’ve tagged you. Write 25 things about yourself!

I know that’ll be hard for you, Teddy. Maybe you should tie one hand behind your back.

I REALLY MEAN IT

February 6, 2009

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[ Found in Chinatown. Please comment if you know what the rest of the sign says. ]

UPDATED

The sign has been translated! The first line is the same as the English. The second line, however, is a gem:

For violators the knife shows no mercy.

Well done.