Morgan Freeman’s Ground Zero Blues Club by farrargirl1 on Flickr.
I have been here a few times and seen some great music. Definitely recommend you make the effort.
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.
New York is a tough town. The city doesn’t just kicks you in the nuts, it laughs when it does. Here I am on the perpetually congested Queensboro Bridge looking at a traffic sign reminding me that I’m going slow. Nice job, DOT, good work.
Edit: I should note that the sign has me clocked at 11 miles per hour when I was and had been, at a dead stop.
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
Well of course human beings are solipsistic by nature — Bob Balaban, getting deep when discussing which laundromat to film in
It's a simple concept, really. -
The people in Ferguson are American citizens. They are protesting what appears to be a murder (I say “appears to be” because while we don’t have everything in detail yet , it looks pretty much clear) of a young man. And now the police are fulfilling every weekend-warrior stereotype of small-town…
Of the six shots, two of the bullets wound up in the kid’s head. Now we have police firing on peaceful protests and suppressing the free press. It’s embarrassing and tragic that this is happening in our country. Mind you, I am generally quite supportive of the Police. Law and order is the foundation democracy is built upon. Unfortunately the police in Ferguson are promoting exactly the opposite.
We took Harper to the first birthday party for her buddy Leo today out in Northern Bergen County, NJ. Suburban USA. While Leo’s folks are hip, the family wasn’t. Everyone there was ex-military, coached wrestling at the local high school and golfed. People kept “complimenting” Harper’s dress. It was only later that I realized it had a pattern made up of vintage tattoos. Lots of skulls, knives, naked hula girls and bottles of rum.
Moe had some nice dry-aged prime strip steak for dinner.
We are still pals. Maybe I’ll DVR it in case she gets to give a speech.
Over the years I have employed hundreds of people. I like giving people a start in the business, much as someone did for me long ago. Right now I have a kid working for me named Vladimir. He’s a hard worker who gets things done, and I’m lucky to have him on my team. Vlad happens to be a brother who lives in Bed-Stuy, so how he got that name I do not know.
I currently find myself involved with some really shady Russians from Brighton Beach, and wound up needing to pass them an envelope full of cash. So I arranged to have Vlad drive the payoff out to meet this cat Yevgeniy. The Russians are a pretty insular crowd so when I set the meet up Yevgeniy said “Your man is Vladimir? Eh, very good”. I so wish I could have been there when they met.
Alton047 by barrigerlibrary on Flickr.
Who were these men and what were they doing there?
I believe they were leaving the gun and taking the cannoli.
I think I hate the word “foodie” because it makes you sound like a 6 year old, it’s an ugly sounding word, and there are so many wonderful words you can use instead (while still…
Yes, that’s what some hoopty site called bonvivant.com says. Now let’s check the Oxford Dictionary: “A person who enjoys a social and luxurious lifestyle.”
Further, beyond pulling a definition of some goofy website, I know several self-identified Bon Vivants and food has nothing to do with it.
Er…I linked to/quoted the Merriam-Webster? Is your computer broken?
Sorry when I searched your definition I got some goofy website. In any case I’ll take actual common usage and the Oxford Dictionary over Websters in every case.
Not looking to start a stupid internet fight, and please go right ahead and use the term relative to food if you like. Just telling you that in NYC it is not an uncommon thing to meet Bon Vivants and it has absolutely nothing to do with food. They are men of undefined means who live amongst high society and are vaguely supported somehow by the socialites they escort to various charitable functions. These are people that I know. Please feel free to roll with your definition if you please, and do tell me when you actually meet a gourmand who identifies by that descriptive.
It’s not my definition, it’s the one provided by the dictionary. Here in New Jersey, I see women with bumper stickers that say they’re princesses. That doesn’t make them Kate Middleton.
Eh, it’s a definition provided by “a” dictionary. The Oxford is pretty universally considered “the” dictionary.