Saturday, January 3, 2015

♫ soy to the world ♬

♬ the board is come! ♫

Friday, January 2, 2015

at one time


Young New Yorkers know our governor Andrew Cuomo 
was just sworn in for a second term.

Older New Yorkers learned yesterday that his Father,
 a liberal lion and also once governor, 
passed away at 82.


Either way, Andrew or Mario, the Cuomo’s are the only father/son governorship in New York state history.

Mario died on New Year’s Day, our governor for three consecutive terms back in the 80’s and early 90’s.

He flirted with the presidency and also the Supreme Court,
 but in the end he proved too thoughtful.


Prone to reflection and very public inner deliberation, he was perhaps just too decent to ruthlessly rise to the top.


For that I respect him.

Now he’s gone. 

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Thanks Santa!

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

I have a theory that life is less well-mannered and more vulgar than the days of my youth.

Data visualization expert David Taylor decided to plot the trends and find out.

He looked for words in Billboard song titles that appeared during a given decade more than other decades. 

Then he charted usage for the keywords of each decade.

Baby boomer music from the innocent 1960’s?

Baby, Twist, Little, Twistin’ and Lonely.

The 1970’s? 

Woman, Disco, Rock, Music and Dancin’.

The party 80’s?

Love, Fire, Don’t, Rock and On!

And how about since our millennials took over? 

The 2010’s?

We, Yeah, Hell, Fuck and Die.

Happy New Year!

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

hypothermia is a cool story, bro

Kim Jong-done

We did our patriotic duty and saw The Interview in a theatre last Friday.

It was awful, but it didn’t have to be. 

Seth Rogen was good.


Randall Park was terrific.

James Franco is an embarrassment.
Consistently annoying and not. funny. period.

But Eminem’s opening cameo is wonderful.

His scene is giddy fun that could have been sustained into a fairly gleeful romp had the movie not veered into self-indulgent dickstank homo potty-talk and gory violence that was distracting and pointlessly gross.

I laughed here and there but 
this film needs a brutal dictator for an editor. 

The best thing about it? 

God Bless America.

Monday, December 29, 2014

and I ain’t joshin’

The first time Joshua Bedford and I talked about food he said “I’m from Texas. We pickle anything.”


That cornichon and pickled okra pinned to the top of his burger is the crown upon the chewy, smoky throne. 

He's helped put Charlies on the SoBro food map.


Josh’s fulsome cooking style is memorable; intense flavor cascading over texture over even more flavor.

His signature grilled veg and blackened chicken is a favorite.

So it was just a matter of time until the New York food press would notice.

He’s been noticed.

In Texas they go big or go home.

Joshua Bedford goes big, and he rarely goes home.

Good on ya!