Don’t say something is good or bad. That’s subjective.
Instead, describe what about it you like or dislike. Probably still subjective. But less so.
Don’t say something is good or bad. That’s subjective.
Instead, describe what about it you like or dislike. Probably still subjective. But less so.
I had just returned from a long weekend in my hometown. My buddy Frush had picked me up on his way from Detroit. Our friend Annabelle came with.
We didn’t go for any other reason than to be young and dumb.
The trip was a success.
We crashed with our friend Rob. Annabelle was supposed to return home earlier than us but I convinced her to stay. I called and left a message with her boss. I lied and said her car and cellphone had been stolen in Grand Rapids and she would be back Monday.
That Sunday, Detroit seemed too far away so, when they dropped me off, they came inside and watched Tiger Woods play golf. He’d win the next day in a playoff round, but I didn’t watch.
That July, Frush and I returned to Holland. Our friend Sang and I really wanted Annabelle to be there. We called and called and called and left voicemails telling her we loved her and missed her and needed her to be there.
I don’t think she ever got those voicemails. She went to a pier with some friends and drowned that day. It was the 4th of July.
Yesterday, Tiger Woods won the Masters at Augusta, after what seemed to be a lifetime ago.
Here is something I’ve never thought about.
From Pitchfork:
Though the overall plastic production in the recording industry has dropped, greenhouse gas emissions caused by music consumption have reached an unprecedented high, a new study from the University of Glasgow shows. The changes in environmental impact are due to the decreasing popularity of physical music formats and rise in digital music streaming.
From the BBC:
If you only listen to a track a couple of times, then streaming is the best option. If you listen repeatedly, a physical copy is best – streaming an album over the internet more than 27 times will likely use more energy than it takes to produce and manufacture a CD.
This is my new excuse for buying vinyl. Just saving the planet over here, no big.
… the mid/late 90s Mariah Carey/Diddy R&B/hip-hop remake must have gotten lost in a time warp.
I made a pledge to watch at least one female-directed film per week that I hadn’t seen prior in 2019. I will log them as I go, and likely rank them in the same list when I am done. Did the same thing in 2016.
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Speaking of movies. This is going to get discussed a lot this year, but 1999 was a watershed year for cinema. Probably tied to nostalgia, but seemingly one of my favorites.
Magnolia, The Virgin Suicides, The Cider House Rules, Ratcatcher, Eyes Wide Shut, Being John Malkovich, The Iron Giant, Office Space, The Talented Mr. Ripley, Election, The Green Mile, Three Kings, Man on the Moon, The Sixth Sense, The Blair Witch Project, American Beauty, Fight Club, The Straight Story, Sweet and Lowdown, The Matrix, All About My Mother, Girl, Interrupted, Boys Don’t Cry.
Hell, Cruel Intentions, She’s All That, 10 Things I Hate About You , South Park and American Pie.
I was very slowly working my way through Jude the Obscure, but I put that down for the Beastie Boys Book. I am aware I am the only person in the history of civilization that will ever say that.
I’ve been missing Bob lately. I was hoping to see his name in the photo credits.
When I was maybe five or six, I inherited my stepbrother’s bedroom at my father’s. With it, a few things he left behind, including a Beastie Boys photo pulled from a magazine taped to the wall.
Years later, when Bob and Brian J. Bowe were working on the CREEM anthology for HarperCollins, they let me pick and transcribe a few pieces for the book. One was an interview with the Beasties by Chuck Eddy. Bob pulled the art for the article from photos he’d taken, including the one taped to my wall all those years before.
If you ever find yourself looking for a Christmas movie involving a grown woman trapped in a magical snow globe, I’ve seen two. Also, Holiday in Handcuffs, the Buffalo ’66 of the genre.
PS: Luke, read more, you philistine.
Last night ‘s episode had some fun moments. Really related to the bit in Matt Damon’s monologue about staying up late with his dad to watch the show as a child. And somehow related to the Weezer sketch even more. #TeamLeslie
Also, say what you will about Miley (I have), but I enjoyed her performance and singing it alongside Sean Ono Lennon kinda got to me.
I don’t know why I am writing about SNL. I must have mono.
Been devouring Orson Welles the past week or so. Started with watching The Other Side of the Wind, which I would not recommend to another human being. Still, I found it fascinating.
Since, I’ve watched/rewatched eight films either by him, and/or starring him, or about him. Plan on keeping that up while I await next week’s Criterion release of The Magnificent Ambersons.
Even managed to crack Bogdanovich’s This Is Orson Welles, which has been collecting dust on my shelf for far too long. There’s an anecdote in the book about MGM looking for an actor to play opposite Hedy Lamarr that I’m finding far too relatable at the moment. It’s like a metaphor for my entire life:
“Welles – that’s who we want! Get him! Who’s his agent?”
“He doesn’t have an agent.”
“What?”
“No, he’s on the radio and he’s running a theatre in New York called The Mercury.”
“Get him.”
Because of the time difference, it is now two o’clock in the morning on the East Coast; ten secretaries are put on the job… [they] start wildly searching by long distance telephone. “We hear he’s at the Stork Club.” “No. El Morocco.” From Harlem to Chinatown, the telephone dragnet spreads out over Manhattan; and for four or five hours, the conference proceeds…
Finally, a secretary, breathless with victory, throws open the door: “I’ve got him for you!” she exclaims, “I’ve got Orson Welles!”
Then, somebody says, “What does he want?”
(Via Open Culture)
Semi-Related:
A map of the world where the size of the country is determined by its population.
A brief, animated explanation of Stoicism from TED-Ed. I picked this book up a year or two ago and 2019 is the year I actually go through it. Provided I can actually find it.
Frasier
Well, actually, we’ve been out a couple of times. I’m really rather taken with her. She has a very playful side. She took me miniature golfing last night.
Martin
Oh, sure, when she takes you, it’s playful. When I take you, it ends up as a short story in the high school literary magazine.
Frasier
“Through the Clown’s Mouth Darkly” took second in the all-city fiction contest that year.
Luke, it was great meeting you and hanging out, although we could have spent more time together. I was planning on working on my enigma persona, but you were too much fun.
MFIC, RM.
That was the first of thousands of emails from my then “new boss” (MFIC stood for “Mother Fucker in Charge,” borrowed from Mayor Young) the day after we left Coachella in 2004. There was a time when I almost considered him a best friend and a time when we didn’t talk at all. We had so many plans and ideas and it was all electrifying and none of it panned out.
I’ve been missing him dearly for about a year now and looks like I’ll be missing him for the rest of my life.
Taking this one to heart, and in the future trying to remember these two things: don’t wait to do things you wanna do, and to let go of stupid shit.
Hope to see you again, Bob.
Love,
Luke
On any site where you can ask questions and crowdsource answers (this extends to social media), people will respond regardless of whether or not they have anything to offer. Even if they are wrong. It seems people just want to converse.
Don’t ask questions on the Internet. Look for answers, or people you trust that can point you in the right direction.
Bourdain was a hero to me.
Today is a reminder.
To travel more.
To eat more good food.
To have more sex.
To really listen to others.
To try my best to never lose hope.
Be kind.
Always.
– Kate Spade.
Rest in peace.
Just finished Ethan Hawke’s epistolary novel written as a letter from a knight going into battle, to their children, imparting knowledge and what they assume will be their last words.
The book is brief and contains simple, effective language and great advice, mostly collected from various sources (credited at the end).
A few rules that stood out to me:
Humility
Never announce that you are a knight, simply behave as one.
Friendship
The quality of your life will, to a large extent, be decided by with whom you elect to spend your time.
Forgiveness
Those who cannot easily forgive will not collect many friends. Look for the best in others.
Discipline
Excellence lives in attention to detail. Give your all, all the time. Don’t save anything for the walk home.
I learned this game at a bicycle shop in Brooklyn that had a liquor license.
Supposedly they had great brunch as well.
It requires at least three dice.
Each player antes one dollar into the pot and they then take it in turn throwing the dice.
The object of the game is to score the lowest total amount by adding up the spot values of all three set aside dice but counting 3s as zeroes.
Each player has up to three rolls of the dice (or more if you have more dice. One roll per die).
You must set at least one aside after each throw. Once a dice is set aside, it may not be rolled again.
The best possible score after all the dice have been set aside is zero (all threes).
In the event of equally low scores, tied players either play again or have a shoot-off with one die per person.
The winner takes the pot and rolls first in the next game.
I chose the wrong career path.
As an outsider that is still obsessed with good food (read: I have an unrefined palette), it’s speaking my language. Bourdain is my hero, but he’s far more who I want to be than who I am.
From the New York Times:
David Chang and his new Netflix series, “Ugly Delicious,” can most easily be defined by what they’re not. Mr. Chang is not a fastidious French kitchen god, a high-energy American showman or an Anthony Bourdain-like poetic observer. “Ugly Delicious” is not a stand-and-stir cooking show or a pack-your-bags travelogue.
Its eight episodes take on topics as conventional as pizza, barbecue, fried chicken and Chinese cooking. The cameras pan over jars of artisanal tomato sauce and capture the squirting juices of xiao long bao. Ritualistic pronouncements of deliciousness abound, often punctuated with a certain four-letter word, and the occasional non-culinary star — Aziz Ansari, Jimmy Kimmel — drops by to both lend and borrow celebrity wattage.
What Mr. Chang and the food writer Peter Meehan, his co-star and fellow executive producer, are attempting is something more ambitious, though: an extended television essay, in the form of free-associative, globe-trotting conversations about food and culture.
In the first episode Chang says he hates “being told I can’t like something.”
Amen.
Now. Time to get eating.
Since 1865, lectores in Cuban factories have read to the workers while they roll cigars. They read the news, novels, horoscopes, and recipes. While essentially performing in-house broadcasts, the lectores have been their informal teachers.
“Far from being laborers starved of culture, cigar rollers had the opportunity to examine new ideas, remain informed, and gain perspective through interpretation of classic literature.”
Friends of mine own a pair of remarkable BBQ restaurants.
The food is great. They are great. Their principles and values are worth a read. Many (all?) can be adapted not only to any business, but life in general:
Be the best restaurant we can be, not just the best BBQ restaurant.
Produce the highest quality food at all levels and exceed standards.
Provide the most knowledgeable and remarkable customer service that exceeds all expectations.
Every item on the menu must be exceptional. A bigger menu isn’t a better menu.
Have a kitchen/restaurant that is so clean and safe that you’d be proud to show a customer at any time.
Be solution focused, not problem focused.
Honesty, integrity, and respect in all interactions with customers and colleagues.
Have the best communication in the industry.
Assume the best in others and be empathetic. Especially with customers.
Always ask, “how could this be better?” Challenge all sacred cows. Push to be the absolute best.
Empower Others – don’t be a bottleneck. Be systems and process focused.
Operate from a place of positivity, not negativity.
Operate with logic, facts and numbers. Not from emotion.
Be respectful of everyone’s time.
Bootstrap it: do more with less and work with the tools you have.
…stop by Marjorie Eliot’s. 555 Edgecombe Avenue, Apartment 3-F.