as they say, it's not a comeback... i've been here for years
so, dear readers, i am back in business. to me, this means money in my pocket and a whole new skillset. to you, this means that one of the ways you used to waste time is back because along with employment comes writing material.
i currently a few gigs. my favorite one is at a lovely wine bar in brooklyn with a teeny tiny kitchen and decor that pissed me off the second i walked in the door... because that's exactly how i visualized the decor in my dream restaurant. i once tried sketching my vision, but after repeatedly drawing squares with 4 stick figures around them and thought bubbles saying "mmmmmm" radiating from their perfectly round heads, i backed away from the drawing board.
and now i will turn to the socratic method.
hey leeny, where are you moving?
san fran/berkeley
why would you do something like that?
to see the world. to meet interesting and stimulating people. and cook for them. to go somewhere not as good as new york city and thereby make me appreciate my dinky little russian/chinese/italian neighborhood all the more. with caviar on every street corner. and the best sushi in the world (yeah, that's right, i said world. japan can eat their toxic blowfish and choke on it in an ironic way instead of getting poisoned by it). and fresh baked lithuanian rye. and napolitano pizza. and slutty clothes on 86th street for like $5. and imitation bags and wallets and watches that say "cuess" instead of "guess" but the print and the font are just right. and the most vulgar, garish xmas decorations that you can see from space. and statues of the pope or the virgin mary or the pope deflowering the virgin mary (well, a girl a can dream). and egyptian men giving me free deli sandwiches because they think i'm egyptian and easy. and mexican men giving me free churros because they think i'm mexican and easy. and russian-jewish men not giving me anything because they're cheap and because i'm obviously jewish and all they ever want is blond shiksa ass. and the city with the best public transport in the world where it's safe to travel alone at 1 am because the subway is full of cooks (it's also full of cocks, but that's true at every hour of the day). and how at 1 am there's always an open diner that isn't denny's. and the house where i grew up being within walking distance even though now it's occupied by the fascist polack regime who makes his wife push his car while he sits in it whenever it stalls.
i don't know if you guys have heard the new beastie boys song that celebrates nyc, and though i didn't have brilliant rhymes like "staten" and "manhattan", i think i just rocked its socks off.
i got a bottle of red yesterday from the french place in appreciation of my sick blini-making skillz. i'm gonna pour some into my ghetto blue 99 cent store wine glass. here's to new beginnings and to the bay area with its fine weather and to me coming back here one day because even if i was born in the soviet tundra, i really am from brooklyn.
merry xmas to the evil goyim out there. i'd wish the chosen people a happy hanukkah but fucked if i know when that is.
i currently a few gigs. my favorite one is at a lovely wine bar in brooklyn with a teeny tiny kitchen and decor that pissed me off the second i walked in the door... because that's exactly how i visualized the decor in my dream restaurant. i once tried sketching my vision, but after repeatedly drawing squares with 4 stick figures around them and thought bubbles saying "mmmmmm" radiating from their perfectly round heads, i backed away from the drawing board.
and now i will turn to the socratic method.
hey leeny, where are you moving?
san fran/berkeley
why would you do something like that?
to see the world. to meet interesting and stimulating people. and cook for them. to go somewhere not as good as new york city and thereby make me appreciate my dinky little russian/chinese/italian neighborhood all the more. with caviar on every street corner. and the best sushi in the world (yeah, that's right, i said world. japan can eat their toxic blowfish and choke on it in an ironic way instead of getting poisoned by it). and fresh baked lithuanian rye. and napolitano pizza. and slutty clothes on 86th street for like $5. and imitation bags and wallets and watches that say "cuess" instead of "guess" but the print and the font are just right. and the most vulgar, garish xmas decorations that you can see from space. and statues of the pope or the virgin mary or the pope deflowering the virgin mary (well, a girl a can dream). and egyptian men giving me free deli sandwiches because they think i'm egyptian and easy. and mexican men giving me free churros because they think i'm mexican and easy. and russian-jewish men not giving me anything because they're cheap and because i'm obviously jewish and all they ever want is blond shiksa ass. and the city with the best public transport in the world where it's safe to travel alone at 1 am because the subway is full of cooks (it's also full of cocks, but that's true at every hour of the day). and how at 1 am there's always an open diner that isn't denny's. and the house where i grew up being within walking distance even though now it's occupied by the fascist polack regime who makes his wife push his car while he sits in it whenever it stalls.
i don't know if you guys have heard the new beastie boys song that celebrates nyc, and though i didn't have brilliant rhymes like "staten" and "manhattan", i think i just rocked its socks off.
i got a bottle of red yesterday from the french place in appreciation of my sick blini-making skillz. i'm gonna pour some into my ghetto blue 99 cent store wine glass. here's to new beginnings and to the bay area with its fine weather and to me coming back here one day because even if i was born in the soviet tundra, i really am from brooklyn.
merry xmas to the evil goyim out there. i'd wish the chosen people a happy hanukkah but fucked if i know when that is.