I’m on a job I absolutely love. Even though it’s television it runs pretty smoothly and I feel like I am adding great value to the product through my work. The stuff we have shot so far looks good. Better than it needs to be.
And I might get fired tomorrow.
Two incidents happened today where things fell through the cracks, and people made decisions without consulting me on the repercussions. In both cases they made the wrong decision. I could have helped them make the right one but they made incorrect, self-serving assumptions. The thing is, they are both higher up the command chart than me and if they choose self-preservation they will burn me to save themselves. That’s the way it goes.
As I said: fuck me.
Harper demanded caviar with dinner tonight. As in, full-on screaming, kicking, flailing and wailing until we served her some caviar. The second it was in front of her she smiled like an angel and began popping it into her mouth.
Mozzarella Bar Obica Debuts Flagship NYC Restaurant In The Flatiron -
The four types of mozzarella pop up on pizzas, melt into soups or come unadorned in their purest forms.
I have frequented the Obika Mozzarella Bar in the IBM building for years and highly recommend it. Without question the best cheese I have eaten. Now that they are opening downtown there is no excuse not to go.
Hey NYC area peeps... -
Anyone have suggestions for not gross hotels that won’t cost an arm and a leg. Still trying to plan my Avon Walk trip and the hotel Avon picked, along with it’s room rate is pretty ridiculous. (From the map it looks like it’s Avenue of the Americas and 54th). If you have a tip for…
The Fitzgerald by Grand Central is fairly nice and generally has good rates.
Let the games begin!
1985. I’m a junior in high school. A buddy tells me that a great band is playing at Peabody’s Down Under, a club in the flats in Cleveland. Tell my parents I’m going to the library and head downtown. Show our fake i.d.’s at the door then watch the Violent Femmes with about 50 other people as they tour in support of Hallowed Ground. They played the first two albums in their entirety; without a doubt one of the best gigs I ever saw. Afterwards I picked up a 26 year old woman waiting in line at the gyro stand. Banged her for a bunch of months before her younger sister busted me as being a high school student. #Best Life
"Snowfall Hits the Deuce" 1987
photo by Matt Weber
Pope Francis: Immigrant Children Must Be 'Welcomed And Protected' via @huffingtonpost -
Pope Francis confronted the “racist and xenophobic attitudes” that often face undocumented immigrants by addressing the thousands of unaccompanied children included in their ranks. In a message delivered to the Mexico-Holy See Colloquium…
First time in my life I’ve liked both the president and the pope. And I’ve been around a while..
Our Pope is the truth
(Source: conspiracytheorist79, via redjeep)
The Pope Of Greenwich Village has always been one of my favorite films. Mickey Rourke and Eric Roberts turn in fantastic performances. Daryl hannah has never been more beautiful, and Burt Young. Burt fucking Young. It’s also particularly resonant to me because it’s set in Greenwich Village in 1984. I moved to the East Village in 1986 but spent plenty of time in the Village proper. That was a world that I lived in.
At the time I had a buddy named George who lived on Mulberry Street. He aspired to a life of criminality and I wasn’t opposed to some shady dealings either. We used to drink at The Spring Lounge, which is featured in the film, and pick up what odd jobs we could. Ironically enough for two wannabe hoodlums on Mulberry Street we wound up working for a Jewish gangster. That’s a different story though. Stories, really.
Now that I’m older and a solid citizen living in the suburbs I enjoy the film immensely. It brings back some great memories. Noticing that it was on last night I stayed up well past my bedtime to watch it and I noticed something for the first time that bothered me no end. Mickey’s character, Paulie, refers to the safecracker as being “stunatz”. That’s wrong; it’s not a word. You refer to someone who is a little dense as “stunad”. If you have empty pockets you say you have “ungotz”. Knowing Mickey a little bit I’m sure he did his research and hung out in the neighborhood, and I’m sure he heard the words and accidentally conflated them. It’s a little thing but it drove me nuts and I’m going to hate hearing him say it every time I watch the movie.