The best part of taking sketch writing classes is having a renewed interest in SNL.
[Javin] James claims after he yelled at the [NYPD], they tried to make sure he would not talk about what he saw. He says they came up to his apartment and broke his door in.
“When they surrounded me and looked at me with gloves on, I knew what was going to happen. I just had time to pull my glasses off. And by the time I did that, it was ‘boom’ [with a punch]. I did [put up my hands] like that to shield my face immediately. I tried to protect my face,” said James. “I’m shielding my face and this is exposed. He uses his right leg and stomps me here.”
James says then he was threatened.
“Forcibly told me, now tell me, ‘What you saw? Tell me if you saw anything. Tell me if you saw anything,’” said James. “So I said, ‘No,’ because of fear.”
— Eyewitness To Bronx Police Beating Claims The Officers Then Went After Him - NY1.com
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Life used to be pure; remember double dutch?
Why does it have to be so damn tough?
You don’t have to be good to be right.
Soundgarden - The Day I Tried To Live
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In honor of Lana Del Liberation Day, I’d like to admit I was wrong.
But I still know how to rock.
Liz Phair Del Rey
You see, Lana Del Rey is exactly what I was hoping to inspire when I took on the male rock establishment almost twenty years ago with my debut record, “Exile In Guyville.”
Let me break it down for you: she’s writing herself into existence. She’s giving herself a part to play because, God knows, no one else will and she wants to matter in this life. As far as I can tell, it’s working. I went straight to iTunes and bought her new release “Born To Die” in toto (how often do I do that??) because it was more than a collection of songs or a performance, it was a phenomenon. Maybe all the more so because she’s not overwhelmingly talented. The minute I hear the whisperings of “how dare she,” I’m interested. I don’t have to like it, it doesn’t have to be worthy.
There’s something as unsettling as it is fun when the crowd is whooping it up while a small child announces to no one but everyone here’s him say “But the king is naked!”
Dressed like a cat burglar, drinking a glass of wine before heading to @Littleneck.
Days like these…
I talked to Rachel Wharton a while ago about the lack of sandwich culture in the Philippines. I didn’t grow up with any Filipino “sandwiches” except stuffing leftovers in pan de sal or dinner rolls.
I really thought about it when I visited markets in Ilo-ilo and Manila. Most breads are buns for transport and not the loaves we’re used to in the U.S. No one is locally making sliced bread. You wouldn’t see anyone making European style boules or sour doughs because the hot humid weather didn’t allow for much proofing.
I’ll elaborate on this more, but the issue at hand is my search for sandwiches. It was fruitless. The ones I found were from American franchises or pale emulates of deli classics. Ah, but wait, I needed to take a step back and really look at what people ate for lunch in a hurry.
Enter siopao (sho-pow)! You might recognize these steamed bao buns from dim sum or akin to those found in NYC places like Momofuku or Ippudo. At a restaurant, you’re likely to get 3 minis with roast pork tucked inside. In the Philippines, siopao are much bigger and can come with different kinds of meat. I was lucky to grab a siopao bola bola (meatball) with spicy sauce from Kowloon House in Manila.
We can argue up and down about the sandwich validity of siopao but I see it serving the purposes of convenience, portability and satiety; the things I value most in a NY lunch. Must find a recipe for the dough, this could be a fun thing to try!
This is happening.
This is serious
This could be the greatest thing ever.