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This is the way they roll in Guadeloupe-Martinique for the holidaze.

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Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving has for the most part meant little to me. I had been taught the mythical first thanksgiving gospel. Our family observed it with all of the fixin's, but it sort of left me with an, eh. I liked coming home for Thanksgiving from college given the rations in the cafeteria and my own cooking skills at the time. Don't get me wrong, I still love a good turkey sandwich on toasted rye with mayo. In fact, it is my sandwich of choice when I eat at the local deli. 

I am all for giving thanks for my family and friends, what I have experienced and for what I have. Some people love Thanksgiving for its non-religious slant. I don't want to eviscerate Thanksgiving. It's not that important to me. It should be enjoyed for its simple meaning. Let's get it over with so we can start shopping in earnest.

Uncle Fester Redux

It was in January 2008 that I posted this about my head, hair and face. Now it has happened again. This time the circumstances were different. When I went to my barber, Joe, the other day, I asked him to cut my hair just like his only slighter longer. He has a brush cut that has grown out for about two months or so. It's an inexact science as everyone's hair grows at different rates. But not that different, unless you are Larry David. When I asked him to do this, he remarked to the white haired gentleman shorn right before me, "I never know what this guy wants!" I turned to him and said "just like yours only an inch longer." As he was cutting my hair, he continued to talk to the white haired gentleman he had just shorn about taxes, repairmen and roofers. Not good. I had my back to the mirror. When I turned around I looked at my head. He had brush cut the sides of my head and left my thinning top longer. It looked stupid. Like Ed Grimley without the gel-spike. So I asked him to take more off the top. Which he did. My hair will look like I asked him to cut it in about a month or so. I am going to take a photo of it then and show it to him. Joe is cool. He'll say "Why didn't you tell me that's the way you wanted it cut?" 

Here ya' go:
  

Library of Alexandria

Some years before I had even heard of the Library of Alexandria, I had a big dream about its contents and its wealth as "the place of the cure of the soul". The books and manuscipts were displayed before me in a special light. It was a humbling dream. It only was years later through reading the works of Carl Jung and E.M. Forster that I learned of the biblioteke, which term actually refers to the Collection of Books rather than the building itself, and its importance in the history of western civilization. In light of the dream, the print copy book versus the ebook is at an interesting nexus right about now.

Autumn in NYC

Our trip to NYC was a good one. The Excelsior Hotel is a great place to stay if you can get a reasonable rate. It's right across the street from the Museum of Natural History. I figured we parked somewhere under the Hayden Planetarium in the constellation of Orion. On Friday we had a fine lunch at Land Thai Kitchen. The place is small, but big on hospitality and flavorful food. They don't hold back on the robust spices and chilies. The Massaman curry with chicken, the green curry with chicken and the wok cashew nut with shrimp were all top shelf. Thanks to Gastropoda for the deem. I went again on Saturday night and ordered take out to bring back home. Our waitress from the day before, Pookie, remembered me. I found this a comforting touch. How many places have I been in where a person remembers me from a one time visit? In a city of millions of people.

On Friday night we met friends for an early 6:30 dinner at Fatty Crab at their Hudson Street location. Without a doubt, I can rank this as one of our worst dining experiences in Manhattan dating back to 1980. What's up with that, Zak? Where is Zak Pellaccio amidst your empire? Nowhere man. It is something I don't even want to blog about. The food and music were that lousy. The decibel level at the place was in the redzone continually. Think hardcore-screamo-noise-pop-grunge-garage-punk cubed. The food was flat, meagre and exorbitantly priced at $155 with 4 glasses of wine before tip. Luckily, the gracious people we met there made it all worth it. I tried to get even by posting on City Search, Chowhound, Menupages, Yelp, NY Magazine and post #80 on eGullet. I felt that I had to say something. 

Maud and Max are good, very talented and humble people. They both have that languid southern feel. We like that.  We were fortunate to get to meet you both. Big up to both of you. Thanks again for taking the time to get together. And Maud, bless her heart, managed to drag herself away from Ancestry.com for a few hours.

On Saturday we made for the Chelsea Market before the swarms of people attending the NYC Wine and Food Festival clogged the place. After walking around the West Village and the LES, we decided to try Sigiri for lunch. The place is small, but big on their welcome. The curries were bold and robust. There is no holding back here either. We shared the prawn and chicken curries. Sri Lankan cuisine is similar to southern Indian, but different and unique in its own way. Sigiri is definitely on the return visit list.

Saturday night we made the obligatory visit to Fairway Market for Parmigiano cheese, sherry vinegar and a few other things. Aldea and Locanda Verde will have to wait till our next visit. Our energy levels were not optimal so...

On Sunday, the line at The New French was very long so we opted for Petite Abeille just down Hudson Street a few blocks. It was decent enough. The staff were very friendly and the food was good. Nothing exceptional, but solid fare.

We spent the rest of the day walking to Washington Square and Union Square.

In NYC the rare always happens. It is bound up with the people of the city. This is why I love NYC. The people make NYC. This is what makes us keep coming back.

P.S. Oh, these were all over the pavement.   

 

Gourmet Magazine RIP

We had a subscription to Gourmet magazine for a few years. I enjoyed looking at the luscious photographs, reading the articles and trying some recipes. The copies are still in our cellar. (If I toss them, you can be certain Conde Naste will start charging to access Epicurious.) I especially liked the travel pieces, but were the accommodations and restaurant suggestions all that affordable to those who could not live the Gourmet "good living" lifestyle? I always got a chuckle when Gourmet would offer their budget suggestions for a hotel. Once upon a time, we knew people who thought that they lived out of the pages of Gourmet, literally.

Regina's thoughts on the demise of Gourmet.

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Economically speaking, things ain't right and won't be for sometime. You don't have to look very far. Billions of dollars are being thrown around like it was cotton candy. People say it's not that bad, as they click on those Gucci sneakers. "But, it's free shipping!" they say. My friend Mike, a self-employed plumber, said to me recently: "People don't realize how bad it really is". Mike is no alarmist. He's practical and hardworking.

Another friend, Alfonso in Dallas, is in the wine business. He says he keeps all of his wine in a closet. It must be a very spacious walkin one. He has never posted a photo of it it so I can't really say. I do know that it contains some wines of exceptional artistry and mystery. Now, during this metastatic economic shitstorm, he notes that some high end producers are raising their prices. In the meantime, inventories are backing up, wines begging to be closed out, wanting to find a good home. At least that's what I hope and in some cases I have been lucky enough to buy a few bottles at closeout prices. That might change if the closeouts become more plentiful. I might come close to having a full wine cellar. Then the winter weather would b mitigated some.

Fucking Idiotic Is As Fucking Idiotic Does

Friends of The (Gurgling) Cod, or FOC, know of what The Cod speaks. So it should come as no surprise that he has been labeled a "fucking idiot" for reviewing a book about Saint Alice Waters and her devotees. This can be read on many levels, as you choose or as they choose, whoever "they" are. As the Cod says, if he is a fucking idiot in the use and comprehension of the English language, then maybe he should look for another day job. I don't think his students would agree, but that's another story.

Wild Wild West

The Italian Wine Guy on the Italian Wine Trail journeys to Marfa, Big Bend and the Chihauhau desert.  He is a creature of the desert so he knows its sounds and smells. Check out his slideshow for a feel for what it's like to be there. I especially like the night shot that is more than a little surreal.

The Summer of Death Or Who Died Today?

A few days ago, I had written a short draft about the deaths of so many celebrities this summer, but then deleted it. It wasn't going anywhere and I was hot & humid-blitzed and still am.

Ironically, our current culture is one of a denial of death at all costs. Yet the media that we have created only serve to heighten our awareness of the deaths of many more people around the planet on any given day or month. The ghost in the machine seems to reflect another opposite facet of the obsessive cult of immortality and the puer aeternus.

It was when I saw this "Abundance of Death" post on Kottke that I started to think about the big D again, as I am wont to do every now and then. Coincidentally, this past winter was pretty deadly for friends and relatives, one of the more plentiful crops for the grim reaper in recent memory. Last February, I remember looking at my cousin's obit photograph in The Westerly Sun. I couldn't have seen that picture on the web say 10-15 years ago.

On August 20, 2009, I heard on NPR that the average life expectancy in the USA has risen to 78 or so. Men clock in at 75+. Women at 80+. Women have always and still rule. According to NPR's 2007 stats, we are still 3rd on the planet in terms of life expectancy. But the ever reliable Wikipedia, ranks us as #50. The figures are from the 2009 World Fact Book. Big discrepancy. I'll try to look into this slight gap.

The Daily Death highlights an increasing awareness of the deaths of celebrities and micro-celebrities due to the convergence of 24-7 news, gossip web sites, Twitter, Facebook, RSS feeds et al.

Kottke wrote about the future obituary glut in 2005: 

"Frankly, I don't know how we're all going to handle this. Chances are in 15-20 years, someone famous whose work you enjoyed or whom you admired or who had a huge influence on who you are as a person will die each day...and probably even more than one a day. And that's just you...many other famous people will have died that day who mean something to other people. Will we all just be in a constant state of mourning? Will the NY Times national obituary section swell to 30 pages a day? As members of the human species, we're used to dealing with the death of people we "know" in amounts in the low hundreds over the course of a lifetime. With higher life expectancies and the increased number of people known to each of us (particularly in the hypernetworked part of the world), how are we going to handle it when several thousand people we know die over the course of our lifetime?"

On my Google home page I have the NY Times obituaries in a side bar. Sometimes I find out about a death otherwise, e.g. Manny Oquendo who died on March 25, 2009, and wondered why his obit didn't get into the NY Times until April 12th. Here is one of the premier Latino bandleaders and timbaleros of all time and it took over two weeks for his obituary to show up in the NY Times! He was born in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, not that far from West 43rd St. in Manhattan, as the crow flies. But when a pioneer of the study ulcers dies it takes less than a week for his death to make the obituary hit list. WTF? I mean come on. I wonder how long it would take for Joey Shithead's death to make it into the NY Times obits?

In today's NY Times obit, there's a entry for Larry Knectel. Who the hell is he? He was part of Phil Spector's Wall of Sound group, The Wrecking Crew. How would I have know this unless I was a knowledgeable fanatic? I vaguely remember his name on the credits to some albums. The web makes us aware of the deaths of people we would never had known shit about. I have bought cd's as a result of the NY Times obit of a musician that I had heard of but did not own any of his/her work.

Lots of Death ahead. But the one death of the summer of 2009 that keeps on giving will never die, really. His death is the only one to bring down the mighty Twitter. Not many or any will do that again. Wait, it's Michael Jackson's birthday. On which day he was supposedly buried.

P.S. If it wasn't for the web, I think the death of Ellie Greenwich would have gone largely unnoticed. I didn't know who she was, but the music that she wrote, ah...

And Eunice Shriver and Ted Kennedy, the 3rd longest serving member of the US Senate? Who were the other two who served longer? One of whom is still a senator.

It's telling that when one mentions celebrity deaths, people take notice. During 2009, many people anonymous to the internet have died while struggling to make a life. Most of these deaths go unchronicled and unnoticed. Some of these people have created a life of service to humanity. They don't receive headlines and would shun it if they did. These people are the ones who pass the cup to the next generation.

On MSM, at the end of the year they show the faces of the people who died during 2009. It will be something else this year.  

 

P.S. I know that this is choppy and doesn't flow very well. That's because I had a very stolid boring high school English teacher. His nickname was "Tiger Lowry" and he had halitosis.

Update: The Awl is upset about coinage of the phrase "Summer of Death."

Was it NY Magazine?

I believe it was The Awl.

Update: The summer of death ain't over, yet. Ismael Valenzuela died yesterday.

Update: Mr. D has about a week left to the summer of 2009. In the interim Larry Helbert, Patrick Swayze, Sheila Lukins and Norma Rae.

Omission: Reverend Ike died on July 28, 2009.

Update: The Grim Reaper's swath of the summer of 2009 isn't over yet. RIP Mary Travers and Henry Gibson.

Update: Kottke spots Kurt Anderson quoting David Kipen on Twitter.

The Awl on the NY Times getting in on the act too.

I forgot about James Luther Dickinson and David Carradine.

The autumnal equinox is at 5:18 pm September 22, 2009.

The 2009 Summer of Death is now officially over.