February 2010
“we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.”
– roberto bolaño, the savage detectives
queens raps...
unkut comes through with, perhaps, the most authoritative post on quality hip-hop tracks about queens not called ‘the bridge.’ that meyhem lauren track is hot.
straight out the borough the raised gotti, with more kicks than daniel son and mr. miyagi.
st. patricks day in sunnyside!
so, st. patrick’s day in sunnyside rocks. forget that bridge and tunnel douchebagism amateur hour that goes on in the city. queens is where it’s at for real irish culture and fun times. on the day itself (wednesday march 17th), all the pubs from sunnyside to woodside are packed and joyous, but before that goes down, the sunnyside st. patrick’s day for all parade takes place on...
today, the oppressive conditions have already contributed to a flair up of hostilities in the great new york city umbrella genocide of 2010.
be warned, it’s a killing field out in those streets and it will surely get worse.
on the 7 train...
during evening rush hour, a sexagenarian korean woman reading a hardcover version of carlos castaneda’s a separate reality— trippy levitating don juan cover in all its mindfuck glory— laughing, loudly and mischievously, every few minutes as she turned the pages.
“some old bastard festering in his memories and literary quotations.”
– roberto bolaño, the savage detectives
they looked insignificant compared with the steel giants, the mountains of merchandise, the rattling railway cars and everything else around them which they themselves had created.
-maxim gorky, chelkash
hypnotic brass ensemble - de ja vu
UNDER THE 7: THE ROOSEVELT AVENUE PROJECT →
new queens food blog alert: “from sunnyside to flushing, one woman’s quest to eat her way across queens.”
a most noble endeavor, to be sure. she’s been hitting a lot of good spots in sunnyside, and will be for the next two weeks, but i’m really looking forward to destinations further afield (woodside, jackson heights, corona) that are unbeknown to me.
and a museum empty of tomorrow, cold,
narrating the seasons already chosen from the start.
this is forgetfulness: that you remember the past
and not remember tomorrow in the story
- mahmoud darwish, this is forgetfulness
bibio - cry! baby!
new york city is a funny place. i can run in to the girl i was in love with 15 years ago in the d on the 6 train platform on valentines day 15 years later.
“Only in Queens can you be at the edge of Little India, at a Chinese bakery,...”
– my girl C, apparently kickin’ it in jackson heights today.
awful news...
from monika:
I called today to order a late lunch delivery and learned the bad news. Hanami had its lease taken over by a Japanese food franchise. Bummer.
i had some good times at hanami, they were always so nice there. big loss.
the top 5 colombian bakeries in sunnyside...
la vienesa
el buen sabor
mira cali
chipichape
el triangulo (rip)
uhh, h-u-f-f huff and i puff blow like snow when the cold wind’s blowing zoom, i hit the mic like boom
- method man
