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Q: What's brown and rhymes with Snoop?

A: Dr. Dre

Hat-Asaurus Rex

oh yes, these are a few of my favorite things

The Ones We Love!

In the tradition of PostSecret, Muxtape, etc. (i.e, great things to do to assassinate time), I foundoutabout this really great website, called

THE ONES WE LOVE

And I Quote:

The Ones We Love is a project highlighting young and talented photographers from around the world. Each artist contributed six photographs of the person(s) who is most important to them, taken outdoors in a natural setting. The goal of the website is to portray the people who are loved, cherished, and inspirational to these artists, and also showcase the differences and similarities in the photographs each of them took within the same guidelines.

So sweet it gives me a toothache.

YOU HAD ME @ MULTI-TRAUMA SEVERED LIMB AND IMPALED RESCUE MANNEQUIN

Some of my friends collectively run this very interesting artfag blog called Delicious Ghost.

I'm reposting this particular number because its the sick, macabre kind of thing that interests me.

MEDICAL MANNEQUINS

Need I say more?

"Trauma Intubation Head" MIGHT be my favorite category.

But then again, when your favorite films range from Texas Chainsaw Massacre to Sleepaway Camp, its hard to choose just one.

MIGRATION

Things I have Found on the Street this Week:

1. Broke-Ass Hair Weave (ick)
2. Several Playing Cards (face up)
3. Rubber Surgical Gloves (creepy)
4. Two face-up Pennies and a Dime
5. A LOBSTER CLAW
6. A pacifyer

NYC is a funny place.
I was wearing my brand new, swimmingpool blue Theory dress the other day, walkin' on Park Ave., and a bird shit on me. Specifically, my left sleeve.
Dear Birds - Some people wear their hearts there!
(but I'm told that is good luck, so I'll try to believe it)
Randomness.
Recently, my sister and I saw our 3rd consecutive person in a single day wearing a t-shirt with a picture of Andy Warhol on it.
I like Andy Warhol as much as the next post-modernist art aficionado, but I'm sick and fucking tired of hearing about him, and while I'm at it, Hunter S. Thompson, too. There are so many dynamite working artists and writers in this city, on this planet, and yet, every time I pick up a magazine, its Warhol-Thompson sandwiches again. You know that saying, "You can't move forward if you have a foot in the past"? I'm all for honoring their work but damn, I'm sick of the dwell.
It's cultural necrophilia!

In the spirit of the Oooh-Oooh New, here's something new & cool to pour into your ears.

TAKKA TAKKA

They're phenomenal, experimental, & interestin'.
They're from Brooklyn.
From what I can tell, they shave, bathe, and can actually play their instruments.

"MIGRATION"
is in-stores 7.29.08

SPIN did a nice piece on them today, and they're playing at a theater near you, soon. Check yo local listings, yo.
click on the bold stuff to listen/buy.
TAKKA TAKKA MYSPACE

Smooches, Bitches! xx

A Fork in the Road

I am on a reading bender, as I am wont to do in the summertime like no other time. I just finished devouring "Kitchen Confidential" by my (faux) boyfriend, Anthony Bourdain.

You see, I live around the corner from Les Halles - one of the most delicious French restaurants in NYC.

It double dog dares me to get fat.

I mean they have a FRENCH FRY CHEF. A man, whose very employablitiy relies upon making delicious, crunchy, perfect forests of french fries to suffocate your steaks under.

This one's a page turner, if you like eating. A backstage pass into hells kitchen, or the mind of a culinary daredevil/innovator/desperado! whose paintbrush is a knife, and whose canvas is sautee pan...whose palette is your palate.

Mesmerizing book that is useful, instructional, helpful, and passionate - as well as a cavity-sweet memoir of really growing in to chef-dom. This includes fond memories of summers spent pushing around toy sailboats in France and learning to appreciate food (Vichyssoise is a cold, pleasing french soup made from potatoes, scallions, and leeks. Like your first oyster, sensations like this can beautiful)(also, its also a superbeautiful nickname for your sweetheart - pronounced vish-ee-swah. sayitlikeyerfrench!)

The Chef with the dangling cig who was inspired seemingly by stark personalities, food as sex, food as pain, culinary vocabularies, art, the Ramones, Johnny Thunders, cocaine, mobster bosses, psychopathic cooks, mexican dishwashers, Marlboros, girls - Bourdain seemingly ate and ingested St Marks and everything below 14th street by the time he was 30. Some of it, he spit back out, and some of it stuck to his bones.

This man's meals are poems.

If you don't like to read, then there is a whole new season of "No Reservations" coming up on the Travel Channel next week, which is one of the only thrilling, smart shows on the ole' picturebox anymore.

For You: A little "cheat sheet" - some cliff notes, if you will (and you will) on dining out. Compliments of Bourdain, but in my own words....

*(bad news first) "Hollandaise sauce is a veritable petri dish of biohazards."

I am pretty much a goddamn cheerleader for the morning marriage of champagne and eggs, every day of the week. But apparently hollandaise sauce is riff raff! It might as well be made from cigarette butts and clarified lard. I am so upset about this - but I'll just order the omelet, now, thanks.

*If you order your steak well done (aside from not truly being able to appreciate a good slice of meat), you are going to get the shittiest slab of beef in the house. It doesn't matter if the number of stars that the restaurant has equal a constellation. Get over it. At least have it prepared medium, to ensure flavor and fresh. Even good chefs know they can throw out that piece of old leather on death row at the walk-in cooler, or they can save it for "food cost percent" - which means you might be chewing on a wallet if you say "well done".

*If you eat a cheap sushi restaurant, you're eating cheap fish and your worst fears can probably be confirmed here. The word discount can gen

erally be synonymous with "cheap" and/or "old". If something sounds too good to be true, it usually is! Don't skimp on RAW FISH for chrissake.

*file under: Good to Know: (at least in NYC) Fish is at its freshest on Tues-Thurs. Trust it. If you want to know why, you can read the chapter on fresh fish delivery, which is somewhat disturbing but helpful.

Above all, if you're going to go 20,000 leagues under the Sea, try to avoid the words "Monday" and "Special" in unison.

*Steer clear of Swordfish. Parasites love swordfish.

*Chilean Sea Bass: Overpriced/Trendy (also, see above)

*Here's a good point - use the restroom at the restaurant you're eating at as a compass. Think about it - "They let you see the bathrooms. If the restaurant can't be bothered to keeps the floors and toilets clean, imagine what their refrigeration and work spaces look like." You can't argue with THAT.

*Eat the bread. Its OK. In fact, its aces.

*When travelling, its ok! to try foods from the street vendors. There are probably in all likelihood more concerns in a fast food kitchen than at these places. Think about it - these carts don't stay in business with the locals by giving them crummy dishes! Enjoy local foods when travelling!

Travel Guide for Upcoming Season here