Kira Kazantsev pointed out, ‘The thing about New York, especially being Miss New York, is that you have to make it. You have to bust your little tushy to get to where you want to go, and that creates somebody that’s very independent.’
I hate seeing Christmas promos before Halloween and in general am majorly opposed to seasonal creep. However I witnessed a new type and am perfectly alright with it. That would be ‘Awards Season Creep.” The Oscars aren’t until what, the end of February? I know they pulled forward in the calendar year but still, the season didn’t use to kick in until late November. Yesterday, September 12th, I received my first invite to a private screening for awards consideration. It was for “Boyhood” and was sent by IFC Films. Bravo, IFC, for getting on it early. Now send me a DVD of the film and I’ll actually watch it. Hope the rest of the studios are paying attention too. Please to send me all of your movies on DVD for free.
It’s the first nice cool, cloudy day of fall. A chill is keeping the birds away from the skies over the Hudson River. This morning, for the very first time, I’m baking bread with Harper helping me as her Mom gets some much needed rest. By helping, I mean staggering around the kitchen banging a wooden spoon on her head and occasionally screaming nonsensically. But every so often I pick her up, show her the ingredients that I am mixing and explain the process to her. Some day she’s going to bake bread for me, and it’s going to be good.
There’s a huge flare-up today over the video just leaked to TMZ showing Ray Rice punching his then-fiancée Janay Palmer in the face in an elevator and knocking her unconscious. People are calling for Ray Rice to be released, calling out the Ravens for glossing over the incident and victim-shaming,…
I’ve been outraged about the incident from the jump and have posted about it several times on social media. The moment you saw Ray Rice dragging Janay Palmer out of the elevator you knew exactly what happened. The real shame of the matter is how the Ravens handled it throughout the process. Their conduct was shameful and far from congratulating them on finally doing the right thing we should take them to task for only doing so when forced to.
I think the reason myself and so many others cranked up the rage machine today was that we were given opportunity to right what had clearly been an egregious wrong. I’m sure I annoyed many by incessantly tweeting about it but it had to be done until the league and or team corrected the situation. Now the focus needs to be on the local police department and district attorney. How in the hell did he get off without a felony charge for this?
She has two sons who coach professional football teams. In the last month both of her boys have publicly rationalized the fact that one of his players physically abused a woman. One of the players was caught on video beating his fiancée unconscious in an elevator. The other punched his pregnant girlfriend in the face. Both Jim and John Harbaugh went out of their way to minimize the violence and excuse the players disgusting, unforgivable actions. The Harbaugh men enabled spousal abuse. Their mother must be so proud.
We have a large crowd for holidays so we keep the menu simple.
Fisher Island Oysters and clams, both harvested yesterday and shipped overnight.
Buffalo Chicken Wings
Freshly ground burgers (tri-tip, short rib, chuck blend)
Kobe beef hot dogs
Muncan Meat Company house made Kielbasa
Fresh Dutchess County corn on the cob
Baked Heirloom Beans w Slab Bacon
In September, the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit reinstated a lawsuit brought by a Cleveland Indians fan, Jeffrey Swiecicki, who had been ejected from a game and later convicted of resisting arrest after he loudly referred to…
"I spoke to Navajo/Yankton Dakota Sioux organizer Jackie Keeler who is one of the founders the organization Eradicating Offensive Native Mascotry about the Snyder forces’ obsession with imposing whiteness on their opponents and invisibility on Native American activists. I am posting the entirety of her comments in the hopes that people who support the name reckon with her words and think carefully about whether the Palins, Ditkas and Snyders of the world are the ones with whom you actually want to stand.
"I always find it amazing considering the fight against Native mascotry is something I’ve been aware of my entire life," she said. "My parents protested against it in college in the late ’60s and early ’70s. When I was a student at Dartmouth College in the 1990s we Native students were forced to confront this issue. It was at Dartmouth that I first met Suzan Harjo, long-time Native activist who has led the fight against Native people being used as mascots. And of course, National Congress of American Indians, the largest representative body of tribes (two of my dad’s family members were former executive directors) first began an initiative to get rid of Native mascots in 1968.
"This idea that the fight against the mascotting of Native people is something new and led by white folks is an oddly insular and navel-gazing way to understand the issue—and yet another way of cutting Native people out of the American discourse about things that matter to us. By reframing the issue this way, the Washington NFL team continues to make real, modern Native people to disappear, much as their mascot does. It’s a continuation of the extinguishment of the Native voice and the appropriation of our identity and lands. This constant denial of our existence that leads Native youth to feel disconnected from American society and exacerbates the burdens of poverty; Native youth have three times the suicide rate of their American peers of any ethnicity. It also leads to bad policy decisions by non-Native politicians and poor funding for the very real needs of our communities."
What the right-wing commentators either don’t understand—or understand too well—is that opposition to this team name is not just about a name and does not exist in a vacuum. There is an upsurge of Native American youth activism the likes of which we have not seen in years. Whether we are talking about the Idle No More movement, the push for climate justice or their vocal opposition to police brutality on reservations and pueblos in the wake of the killing of Michael Brown, there is a demand that their humanity be recognized. Not even Mike Ditka will be able to bully them into silence.”
Seattle Seahawks fans are a bunch of fucking morons
Not all of them, necessarily. All fan bases have the good, the bad and the ignorant. Seattle may well have an excess of morons rooting for them at the moment given their recent success due to the bandwagon fan effect. All I know is that I tweeted something about the fact that they were fined 300 thousand frigging dollars for breaking the rules during their OTA’s this spring, and I got buried in an avalanche of complete fucking ignorance.
Let’s break it down.
1. $300,000 is a serious fine for the league to assess, so obviously the bosses on Park Avenue considered it a serious offense.
2. Pete Carroll has a well-documented history of cheating.
3. The league restricted contact in OTA’s as a direct result of the increased focus on preventing player injuries (and lawsuits).
4. By restricting contact you by definition slow down the speed of the drills/practice. That is both common sense and physics.
5. Coaches, GM’s and players have all been bitching about the new restrictions on contact in OTA’s. They universally complain about the fact that the restricted contact slows down the practice and does not allow them to simulate game speed, run actual plays and toughen themselves physically for the season.
6. Breaking the rules and allowing contact UNQUESTIONABLY gives a team a competitive advantage, and this is the reason the Seahawks faced a massive fine.
So each and every one of the Seahawks fans who disputed the fine and the benefit of the cheating that they did is hereby welcome to lick my left nut. You are ignorant, you are stupid, and anyone with the slightest knowledge of the game laughs at you.
I spent a full decade of my life putting on tailored suits, hanging out in nightclubs, chasing women and doing a whole lot of drugs. While fun, it was the cab ride home that was the worst. It was usually right about now, around six in the morning. Fighting back the runny nose and trying not to fall apart at every red light and more than anything praying that I could get up five flights of stairs without seeing any of my neighbors.
Once again I find myself up at this hour. However this time I have freshly brewed coffee as my drug of choice. I have already set up some bread dough to rise and have a green curry rice pilaf simmering in some homemade lamb stock. Once the baby wakes I’ll take her over to my butcher and have him cut up some meat for our barbecue tomorrow.
Life changes, people change. No regrets at all but I am glad I’ve gotten to where I am.
“I want to thank you. I love the locations you have provided me. Not only do they look good, and they look very good, each one truly reflects the spirit of the characters that were written. I can see that you care. You have provided me a wonderful stage upon which to work, and your efforts will help me tell the story I’m trying to tell.”—Bob Balaban aka the nicest guy I’ve ever met