Category: Brooklyn

  • It’s a Bat Sign

    Got an autographed copy of “Arthur Schwartz’s New York City Food” at A Cook’s Companion on Atlantic Avenue. I haven’t read the entire book, but it seems to be pretty complete – he even has my godmother’s spaghetti and meatballs recipe on page 170.

    Batman Begins is really a superior movie to all of the others. There was one continuity error (or difference) about who exactly is the killer of Bruce Wayne’s parents versus the previous movies or the comics, but this explaination is much, much deeper. Definately some inspired casting choices. Recommended.

    On the other hand, saw the trailer for the Dukes of Hazard movie — besides the question of why?what about the casting: Jessica Simpson as Daisy Duke, Burt Reynolds as Boss Hogg, or Willie Nelson as Uncle Jessie? Obviously, their careers are headed for a dead end, good buddy.

  • Saturday

    Let Congress know that their intention to cut PBS funding is wrong. The vote’s this Wednesday, June 22, 2005.

    I’ll get off my soapbox now.

    Amazing book review of Trudeau’s latest Doonesbury book, covering B.D.’s adjustment to the lost of his leg, helmet, and homecoming from war.

    A story on shark fin soup and Disneyland Hong Kong. Umm hmm. So the animal rights/environmentalist people are against Disneyland Hong Kong serving shark fin soup. Hmm. Protecting the earth (or one approach to it) vs. one culture’s values (which I would think aren’t inclined to wipe out all shark, since they want to continue to have shark fin soup, but values conflict nonetheless). Anyway, why would a soup served at wedding banquets have to be at Disneyland Hong Kong?

    Another beautiful day. Enjoy. And Happy Father’s day…

  • The Perfect Pie, The Perfect Storm, The Perfect Crime

    To recap this past week –
    Finally had Giordano’s pizza in Chicago — technically, it’s “stuffed pizza”, not deep dish pizza, neither of which is really pizza to a real New Yorker (to be called pizza here, you have to at least be able to handle the product with your bare hands — the best can be folded in half), but simply a pretty good casserole or pot pie. We got the “special” which is sausage, peppers, onions, cheese, in tomato sauce, topped with a crust and another layer of sauce and cheese. Afterwards, we jetted to Second City ETC., which had a Saturday Night Live-type comedy revue. The stagework was clever, like imitating an above head view of a bedroom scene by standing in front of a black wall with a sheet strung like a curtain. When they had to get out of bed, they would lie on the ground with their head facing the audience and sort of squirm back and forth until they got to the other bed, where they would stand up again and get “under” the covers.

    Had the ultimate OJ dash to the airport. The flight is supposed to leave at 8 PM on Saturday. It’s like 5 PM and I want to make a quick trip to Chinatown for dinner. I’m waiting for the red train for like half an hour, then 3 trains change to express service and will pass the Chinatown stop. I don’t get to Chinatown until like quarter to 6, where I find a vietnamese noodle shop and go crazy with the pho noodle soup. My seating at the front of the empty restaurant successfully lures others lusting for that perfect combination of broth, meat, and noodles. I don’t get out until 6:30, where I dash back to the subway and get back to my hotel to pick up my luggage at 6:45. Another dash back to the blue line and back to O’Hare… it doesn’t get in until 7:40. The plane started boarding at 7:30. A Chinese airport worker quickly tells me I got to go to Terminal 3 – 2 terminals away from the train station. I’m booking like a madman, tossing my stuff through the X-ray machine at the checkpoint, and then running to wing K, and then 9 more gates… I make it on the plane at 7:55, just before they close the doors. Kids, don’t do this away from home.

    This week I had to do written evaluations of those workers that report to me. It wasn’t that easy. Then there was some other things that involved politics that really disturbed me.

    Thursday, after a dramatic downpour, I went to see the Little Grey Book Lecture on “How to Commit the Perfect Crime” in Williamsburg. This is a monthly series where the lecture leader, John Hodgman, hosts a multimedia presentation on a particular topic, to humorous effect. There were a variety of speakers, including an ex-shoplifter cum gazelle on the Lion King, an ex-cop who accidently trapped himself in his cop car, and a law professor who found the place to commit the perfect crime, the Idaho portion of Yellowstone National Park. If you don’t get the opportunity to go, you should at least listen to some of the podcast excerpts of prior shows – they are hysterical.

    Today I met P- at Japas 38 for a singing dinner at that karaoke bar with a half dozen of her female friends. One sang Madonna songs with abandon (or is the idiom “without abandon”?). And she was really believable.

    This weekend: Saturday, Batman Beyond, laundry. Dimsum with P-‘s dad on Sunday morning, then a visit to my dad with possibly a side stop to Ikea.

  • TGIF!

    Beautiful spring weather today.

    In the CD player right now: “More than You Think You Are” album, by Matchbox 20.

    An interesting NY Times column by Clyde Haberman on how Shea Stadium got its name (because William Shea was the lawyer/power broker who got the Mets for NYC) and the Shea family’s hope that maybe the new Mets stadium can keep the Shea name (at least, preferably not go corporate; no one should want a “MasterCard/Visa/American Express/Federal Express/Burger King Stadium” or something corporate and vile).

    A fascinating profile on a NYC citycouncilman/former law school professor. I’m not just posting it because I had this prof (well, ok, so that is among other reasons) – but the article’s an interesting inside look on one of the local politicians. Apparently, City Councilman David Yassky is very much looking into how NYC disposes its garbage. The profile closes:

    [Yassky] welcomes fresh ideas. The latest is from a staffer half his age: Why not solve the garbage and taxi problem in one fell swoop, power taxis with garbage, à la “Back to the Future?” Mr. Yassky is thinking it over.

    Hmm. If garbage can be converted into reusable biodegradable energy, it’d be lovely.

    Examining the “Cosmic Struggles of Cultural Proportions” – the NY Times’ Caryn James considers how such figures as Bruce Wayne (Batman to you, me, and everyone else) and Anakin Skywalker (a.k.a. Darth Vader) portrays the world in a starkly Manichaen (either/or, black/white, and penultimately good/evil) manner:

    Both films concern how heroes and villains take shape, and they include astonishingly similar transformation scenes that hinge on a life-changing moral question: to behead or not to behead?

    In “Batman Begins,” Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) is urged by his mysterious mentor – part spiritual adviser, part ninja master – to behead an enemy who is at his mercy. When Bruce refuses, he is on his way to becoming the heroic Batman, complete with a black mask and cape.

    In “Revenge of the Sith,” Anakin Skywalker (Hayden Christensen) is urged by his mysterious mentor to chop off the head of his enemy, Count Chocula – sorry, that’s Count Dooku – and does. That is his crucial turn toward the dark side, and soon he’s the villainous Darth Vader, complete with a black mask and cape to call his own.

    The films’ conflicts are not simply about good guys and bad guys, or even good versus evil, always the elements of broadly framed fantasies. With spiritual overtones, and an emphasis on an eternal struggle between equally matched forces of darkness and light, the films suggest a kind of pop-culture Manichaeism. And as crowd-pleasing movies so often do, they reflect what’s in the air, a climate in which the president speaks in terms of good and evil, and religion is increasingly part of the country’s social and political conversation.

    And, on that note, enjoy the weekend.

  • Wednesday

    The weather is soo much better today. But, the subways are still hot and yucky. Blech.

    “Batman Begins”! The reviews make it sound pretty darn good. And, Christian Bale. I haven’t actually seen a Bale movie before (clips of “Empire of the Sun” don’t count; and I’ve been too chicken hearted to see his grizzlier movies) – – – but he does seem hot. Hmm…. 😉

    It’s NYC Restaurant Week – 6/20 to 6/24 and 6/27 to 7/1 (therefore can’t take advantage for the weekend). NY Times’ article considers whether Restaurant Week has been worth it for restaurants (sort of is).

    The news on tv – “Jackson’s lawyers say that Jackson to Change Behavior” – no, really? (pardon the obvious sarcasm there). A jury of your peers say you’re not guilty, but no one thinks you’ve regained your credibility. Yeah, I think a change in behavior is certainly in order.

    So it goes…

  • Monday

    And so it’s Monday. Pardon the long post – keep cool while reading. Oh, and how’s the deep dish pizza, FC?

    The Michael Jackson verdict! The analysis of Slate was interesting. Personally, I barely followed the coverage – it was too stupid and excessive for its own good (like I needed to read or hear the analysis of every criminal lawyer out there). I don’t think it’s about a celebrity who gets away with it; it’s about the lack of evidence that met the standards (not to mention what it says about the California counties’ prosecution). But, does that mean I would trust Michael Jackson? Not exactly – he hardly regained his credibility as it is. Methink he ought to just lay low, raise his family in peace, and start using better judgement (assuming he is innocent – and a jury said he was “not guilty” – at the least, he ought to – as his defense seemed to suggest – stop being so darn generous to people who’ll get him into trouble). And note – I don’t practice criminal law, so I’m in no position to say more than my so-called opinion.

    ABA E-Journal apparently has decided to consult Judge Richard Posner, famed for his Law and Economics analysis and for being that conservative but really amazingly intellectual federal judge of Chicago. And what do they talk to him about? Style. And, what does Judge Posner have to say? Well… Look:

    How would you describe your look?
    Brooks Brothers. I’ve dressed this way since college.

    Do you prefer certain suit cuts?
    I don’t know of any choice. It’s a pretty uniform style.

    Being tall and slender, is it hard to find suits that fit?
    It’s a little difficult in the Midwest, where people tend to be very stocky. In the East, people are smaller.

    What do you look for in ties?
    I don’t like them to be too flamboyant. […]

    Law and economics—how do you apply that to fashion?
    That’s implicit! Anyone who buys clothes, consciously or not, is comparing costs and benefits. There are different types of clothing, different styles of elegance and so on—that’s the benefit side. The cost side, that’s easy—it’s just the price. You don’t have to be an economist. Everyone knows that.

    Umm, okay. Great advice, Your Honor. Well, the suit stuff’s okay, anyway.

    NY Times’ Edward Rothstein has a great analysis of “Don Quixote” in today’s newspaper, on the occasion of the book’s 400th anniversary. He notes:

    Why was “Don Quixote” originally written in Arabic? Or rather, why does Cervantes, who wrote the book in Spanish, claim that it was translated from the Arabic? [….]

    But aside from its literary achievements, “Don Quixote” sheds oblique light on an era when Spain’s Islamic culture forcibly came to an end. Just consider Cervantes’s playful account of the book’s origins. One day in the Toledo marketplace, he writes, a young boy was trying to sell old notebooks and worn scraps of paper covered with Arabic script. Cervantes recounts how he acquired a book and then looked around for a Moor to translate it. “It was not very difficult” to find such a Moor, he writes. In fact, he says, he could have even found a translator of Hebrew.

    The Arabic manuscript, the Moor tells him, is the “History of Don Quixote de la Mancha, written by Cide Hamete Benengeli, an Arab historian.” Cervantes brings the Moor to the cloister of a church and commissions a translation.

    We know this is all a jest, as is the very name of the historian: “Cide” is an honorific, “Hamete” is a version of the Arab name Hamid, and “Benengeli” means eggplant. [….]

    But Quixote rejects the notions of caste and of blood purity that characterized 16th-century Spain. Benengeli’s manuscript is partly a ghost story about a lost world. Quixote is born of ideas latent in extinct, condemned texts, whether Arabic or chivalric. He has unswerving principles, but even they are inadequate to a world of disguise, enchantment, illusion and delusion. In her book “The Ornament of the World,” the scholar María Rosa Menocal compares Quixote’s mental universe with the world of the Toledo marketplace, with its conversos [Jews who converted to Catholicism in the era of the Spanish Inquisition], marranos [Muslim who converted to Catholicism for similar reasons] and moriscos [the Jewish converts who secretly remained Jewish in practice]: “Who in this world ever says that he is what he seems to be? And who seems to be what he no doubt really is?”

    So Don Quixote’s Spain, instead of displaying triumphant absolutism, is a world of shifting appearances. “Don Quixote” is a resigned acknowledgment of a new kind of terrain that defined modernity: in it, very little is certain and much is lost. The book’s power, though, also comes from Quixote’s stubborn quest: he won’t entirely let us accept that something else isn’t possible.

    Wow. It almost makes me want to re-read “Don Quixote” (and I was really close to finish reading the whole thing way back in college, when I had really much too little during the summer after freshman year – taking that whole required reading thing too far – I really wanted to throttle Cervantes and Don Quixote).

    Slate’s Sarah Dickerman explores what is a good cookbook for the husband/new father who doesn’t know how to cook. I thought it was good for reviewing the handiness of cookbooks (not that I’m taking up cooking anytime soon; I’ll continue watching the cooking shows on PBS, thank you very much).

    I watched the first episode of FOX’s new summer programming, “The Inside” – wherein Special Agent Rebecca Locke, FBI, joins the Los Angeles branch to work under Supervisory Special Agent “Web” Webster’s serial crime investigations unit. Locke is a former child victim of a brutal crime, making her specially attuned to victims and tracking down the nasties (while never quite getting over the nasty who brutalized her – it’s left unsaid exactly what the nasty did to her). She has the whole “I’m A Tough Ingenue” look down right, and then there’s her new partner, a guy who Webster recruited to be his conscience. Locke’s partner’s a cute guy determined to protect her, because only he and Web are aware about her past – which could render her a vulnerable agent.

    A good number of the professional tv critics observe that “The Inside” feels like an unoriginal rehash of other shows (“CSI” and its progeny; “Cold Case”; “Without a Trace”; “Medium”; etc.), so they’re not really pleased by it. The writing isn’t that tight. The first episode was yucky (serial killer who skins his victims – ugh). And, really, I’ve seen too much “X-Files” with Agents Mulder and Scully to watch anymore FBI stuff. Watching those FBI people in “The Inside” with their FBI jackets, the skeptic partner vs. the partner who takes her hunches and faith – well, it felt too much like the FBI of “X-Files” all over again (yeah, I was just waiting for X-Files’ Assistant Director Skinner to walk on the screen to bark at the agents).

    The good stuff was in Web – played by actor Peter Coyote (who has a great voice – there was that weird time that he was the voice of the Oscars). He’s the personality – one wonders what makes him tick (he’s a borderline jerk, on top of that – are they going down the route of “House”?). Oh, and the cute guy. 😉 Well – at least it’s not a reality show (ok, I confess – I was watching “The Scholar” and “Beauty and the Geek” – forgive me for I have sinned)…

    Enjoy the (too-high-temperature) work week.

  • Humidity and other stuff

    Ugh – I hate humidity. Summer’s not going to be that pleasant, I can say.

    Enjoy the deep dish pizza, FC. I do wonder if it’s better in Chicago (since it is a classic Chicago dish).

    The whole speculating on who’s going to be the next Supreme Court justice (assuming anyone will even step down from the high court) is getting nuts (not that the speculating isn’t fun or never crazy to begin with). Apparently, the Associated Press is taking the up the idea that the White House would want to nominate one of two conservative Republican Senators. Good grief. Can we stop the insanity? A senator? Well, I should be grateful that they don’t appear serious about nominating anyone more conservative from the House.

    The (more conservative) House panel committee apparently voted to make a steep cut in the funds for Public television’s Corporation for Public Broadcasting (CPB). Among other things, NY Times’ Stephen Labaton reports:

    By a voice vote, the House Appropriations subcommittee adopted a measure that would reduce the financing of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, the organization that directs taxpayer dollars to public television and radio, to $300 million from $400 million. The subcommittee also eliminated $39 million that stations say they need to convert to digital programming and $50 million for upgrading aging satellite technology that is the backbone of the PBS network.

    The cuts in financing went significantly beyond those requested by the White House and are likely to be approved next week by the full Appropriations Committee and then by the House. Lobbyists for public television and radio say they hope to have the money restored in the version of the bill prepared by the Senate, where they have support from several senior Republican members. The final legislation will be the product of negotiations between the House and Senate.

    Republican lawmakers said the cuts were not aimed at punishing public broadcasting but were the reality of preparing budgets at a time of growing deficits.

    Yeah, right. Not punishment? Not trying to be vindictive? These conservatives are the same people moaning about sex and violence on tv, but won’t support quality tv (not unless it followed some conservative Christian agenda). They feel that PBS has too much liberal bias, as if being “liberal” is somehow a dirty thing (as it is, lately, I try very hard not to equate “conservative” in such terms, but that’s because I’m objective and all that, and I’m neither “liberal” nor “conservative” – in fact, I’d like to think most Americans are somewhere in between, if it weren’t for the loud and annoying fringe). Ugh. Oh, and by the way, I don’t see anyone else in the tv industry, except PBS, producing educational tv for people (seriously, where else do you find GED programs or learning how to read stuff? Or the ballets or the orchestras or operas on the air?).

    All right, off the soap box. I did my ranting for the day.

    An interesting article on Slate about the history of “American Gothic” – the famous painting with the stern farmer and his wife (or daughter – no one, not even the artist, Grant Wood) figured out which).

    Enjoy the weekend.

  • Millenium Park

    Haven’t got my quota of deep dish pizza yet. The Giordano’s near my hotel closed down, so we’re going to try again today. Went throug Millenium Park yesterday — there was this water feature that was very nice, especially because it was so hot. The buffet dinner at the Park Grill was also excellent.

    Chatted with Lui on Skype, but the wireless kept flaking out. Got my Star Wars slurpee, so was happy. We’re going to try to go to Second City tonight.

  • Too Soon Summer

    Been putting blogging to the backburner for a variety of reasons – been running around tending to family things, a summer course in Negotiations, alumni events, and a lack of really gripping reading material (besides still shaking my head about Deep Throat revealing his identity).

    Finally been inspired to blog, as I’ve now found interesting reading, and as far as interesting reading material goes: Slate.com presents a funny entry from David Plotz, its deputy editor, who has been pursuing a story about Nobel Prize winners who donate their sperm. Plotz’s two year project has culminated in a book, so Slate has some excerpts (the original Slate entries were also terrific, by the way, and Slate has links to them), with this particular excerpt – “The Genius Factory: My Short and Scary Career as a Sperm Donor” – wherein Plotz notes, among other things:

    After talking to donors from the Nobel sperm bank, I remained puzzled about why they had bothered with such a peculiar and burdensome enterprise. That’s when I realized that I needed to donate sperm, too. Not because I wanted to, quite the contrary. I already had two children, which seemed more than enough on most days. My lack of desire to donate is why I felt obliged to do it. No matter how often donors explained their rationale to me, sperm donation befuddled me. Why had the repository donors subjected themselves to such inconvenience and embarrassment? Why had they been willing to father children—dozens in some cases—that they could never know? What was donating like? I had to find out for myself.

    I dutifully informed my wife about my plan. “No way,” Hanna said. I argued that it was all in the name of research. She was unimpressed. I promised that I would stop the sperm bank before it could sell my sperm. She didn’t believe the bank would make such a deal. I swore that there was no chance they would use my sperm. I begged, which was not a pretty sight. She relented. [….]

    Uh hmm. Sure Plotz. 😉 Thumbs up for good reading.

    The local PBS is doing its usual pledge drive, and it showed “Journey of Man.” Curiously interesting stuff, wherein Dr. Spencer Wells, geneticist (an admitted blond, European-ancestored gentleman), attempts to show, via DNA, the descent of (hu)man from the cradle of civilization in Africa and migrating and evolving (a brave journey indeed) all over the world (except Antarctica). Dr. Wells posits that race is fictitious, since ultimately, everyone is related to each other. It’s a fascinating documentary (inconsistently cut by pledge drive moments), although you kind of wonder why does Dr. Wells insist on pushing the science when the Navajo Native Americans noted that their own origin stories highlighted the ideas of migration and creation. Watching Dr. Wells interact with the Navajo made me wonder: as much as I’m fascinated by the science, I’m curious by the history – what remnants of ancient humanity remains in our language and ideas (via “myth” or literature or folk stories or traditions and customs), which may or may not support what the science says about human evolution? Have we truly forgotten our past, such that DNA is the only remnants (considering the lack of archeological evidence)? Or maybe history and sociology can still figure something (well, my knowledge of ancient history is spotty, so maybe there are studies out there). I guess Dr. Wells, considering his expertise, can only focus on so much. Nonetheless, fascinating stuff.

    And, on an entirely superficial note, the good doctor has an uncanny resemblance to the British actor Colin Firth. Hmm…

    Why are they bothering to release John Kerry’s college transcripts now? Anyway, it doesn’t seem that bad – so he had a lousy freshman year and slowly improved. So did George W. Bush. I read somewhere during the 2000 election that even Al Gore didn’t have a stellar transcript from Harvard. I think only Bill Bradley or Bill Clinton might have had lovely looking transcripts (well, they did become Rhodes scholars). I thought our real concern should be how they do their jobs, not necessarily how they did in school…

    I watched the 2nd half of “The Ring” on ABC last night. Creepy movie, wherein Aussie actress Naomi Watts tries to figure out how this video tape kills people and prevent herself and her own weird little boy from being victims – an American remake of the (reputedly – not like I’ve seen it) creepier Japanese original movie. “The Ring” reminded me why I usually don’t watch horror movies.

    The passing of NYC’s own Anne Bancroft. She and Mel Brooks had quite a marriage, and she had quite a career (more than just “Mrs. Robinson” – but it certainly made her an icon).

    Pardon if I go AWOL again. By the way, has YC returned to Asia? Got around to enjoying the sultry NYC metro area weather? Ah, did we even have spring??….

  • Digital Recording

    Long time no blog. The revolutionary change in the household is the Time Warner DVR. This combines the better of New York’s 2 cable companies with digital recording. They’ve even solved the problem of what to do if there are 2 shows head-to-head – 2 tuners that can both record at the same time. While this maximizes the value of cable, it is guaranteed to kill any remaining free time that I might have.

    P & I are adjusting to life together. Did a whole lot of grocery shopping that should keep us. We had the plumbing fixed — the water flow wasn’t right. YC came by the house to relive one of our marathon chat fests, going until 3 in the morning. He returned back to Taipei on Sunday. We’re going to have to try to do it again via Skype.

    I’m travelling to Chicago for another conference on Wednesday. More blogging opportunities, but I have to fix my wireless internet on my laptop.