whiteboylostintheblues:

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)

A great movie, ruined

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.

Tags: film nyc

siphotos:

LeBron James is going home. Read this week’s cover story about his return to Cleveland here: http://on.si.com/1qcBk7m

siphotos:

LeBron James is going home. Read this week’s cover story about his return to Cleveland here: http://on.si.com/1qcBk7m

parislemon:

"I’m coming home."

From UNDER THE VOLCANO by Malcolm Lowry

chickensinliterature:

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“How, unless you drink as I do, could you hope to understand the beauty of an old Indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken?”

Image: Daniel Gonzalez, Xuehcolotl from Yolcameh

Love this book.

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Do you remember the first time you ever tasted cake? The first time you ever tasted sugar, for that matter?  Was it a vanilla cake stuffed with cannoli cream and were you surrounded by friends and family when it happened? If so it might have looked like this.

Do you remember the first time you ever tasted cake? The first time you ever tasted sugar, for that matter? Was it a vanilla cake stuffed with cannoli cream and were you surrounded by friends and family when it happened? If so it might have looked like this.

The Rabbi is wise

Walking home tonight I ran into a Rabbi who lives in my building. He noted that I was smiling (something I hadn’t realized) and asked me why. I told him that tomorrow was my daughter’s first birthday party and I had been thinking about it. He took my hand and held it while sincerely congratulating me; then he said two things that I’ll never forget. The first was: “Ah, a year of fatherhood”. I never would have thought of it in those terms, and doing so caused me to do some self-examination. The second thing he said was: “And what has she taught you?”. What a great question.

Friday

Friday

Just got a call from the NYPD

Welcoming me back to New York and expressing gratitude that I am working here.

nycnostalgia:

5th Street between C and D, early 1980s.

I lived a block away in the mid 1980’s.

nycnostalgia:

5th Street between C and D, early 1980s.

I lived a block away in the mid 1980’s.

Type A

My wife owns and operates a successful PR firm. She’s the boss and can get pretty intense under pressure. When I’m not working I’m the most laid back guy in the world but once I’m in production I turn into General Patton. The home life is going to be interesting for the next few months.

old tumblr fuckers where you at?

becky-mi:

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vasolinejesus:

soulsistrin:

mrsock:

prettypurplepancake:

moobadoo:

only20seconds:

randomkeith:

miladapted:

curiouslyhigh:

30+ let’s do this shit

32 holla!

34,

35 in December.

Fucking pups. 44.

41

Ha ha fuckers

Oh my god. You’re all BABIES. 50 here.  FIVE OHHHHHH.

Born in 1975. Do the math kids.

1973.

1972

1972

1974.

Big year.

Thank Buddha for a late birthday.

45 but still think and sometimes act like I’m 17.

Everyone else having a great morning too?

Everyone else having a great morning too?

Tags: fuck me

Sausage and Peppers

It’s a difficult dish to cook on the grill but I finally cracked the code.  If you grill sausage you get dry, tasteless meat.  I dabbled with poaching the sausage in wear first and finishing on the grill but something was missing.  Today, my friends, we broke on through to the other side.  Sausage nirvana was achieved.

I cooked my peppers and onions down on the stove in a dutch oven first.  Separate batches with a healthy splash of olive oil.  Mixed them in an aluminum tray and piled my raw sausage on top.  Grilled on medium heat for twenty minutes, turning once.  I then removed the sausage and crisped it directly on the grill grates, 2-3 minutes a side.  Wound up with juicy, moist, crispy and flavorful sausage.  Oh yeah, the onions and peppers simmered in olive oil and sausage fat weren’t half bad either.

Sausage and Peppers

It’s a difficult dish to cook on the grill but I finally cracked the code. If you grill sausage you get dry, tasteless meat. I dabbled with poaching the sausage in wear first and finishing on the grill but something was missing. Today, my friends, we broke on through to the other side. Sausage nirvana was achieved.

I cooked my peppers and onions down on the stove in a dutch oven first. Separate batches with a healthy splash of olive oil. Mixed them in an aluminum tray and piled my raw sausage on top. Grilled on medium heat for twenty minutes, turning once. I then removed the sausage and crisped it directly on the grill grates, 2-3 minutes a side. Wound up with juicy, moist, crispy and flavorful sausage. Oh yeah, the onions and peppers simmered in olive oil and sausage fat weren’t half bad either.