Thursday, May 22, 2008

Lots of Cars







This weekend is sure to involve traffic, at some point for someone. In honor of happy thoughts while listening to a stereo in a steel box. Let's bring it back to Billy Ocean. When I was a wee bird, my first visit to New York involved watching Billy Ocean shoot a video in Washington Square Park. It was one of those, "Hey, I'd be starstruck if I actually liked Billy Ocean," moments. Now, however, I appreciate Billy's epic bright waves. Like Murakami's pink piss milk, perhaps.

Here's "Get Into My Car" and three pairs of car photos to peruse.
Get into my car - Billy Ocean

Monday, May 19, 2008

Stupid Girl, Stupid Girl, Stupid Girl





All right...I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 1, Daisy on her newborn girl.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

hellogoodbye- oh it is love

i saw his theoretical brother play tonight. and a really, really great band that i was honored to watch perform. this isn't what i originally intended to post about, but sometimes you just have to go with the flow, because you really can't stop time or direction. even if you're superman.

hellogoodbye has a myspace

oh goody!

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

finally! let's dish about grub!

dee thai restaurant
green papaya salad with shrimp

the swan staring at a ball of tender rice
mystery curry nonquiche hor
sticky.yummy.


the highlight of yesterday, besides my habitual seven train stalker photo shoots, was dinner at DEE THAI RESTAURANT, on queens boulevard in beyoutiful sunnyside.

i strutted to the door, with jamie lidell blaring responsibility for my future hearing aides, book in hand, and ready to stop the rumble. it's okay, the new restaurant's modern interior design allows for a little hipster throwback strut.

last week i had my dee thai restaurant induction.

and justin was my welcoming committee...he knows his food.

"get the panang chicken! get the panang chicken," he...exclaimed.

we talked about various things:
-where we work (justin works at b&h),
-what our hobbies are (justin is making a comedic documentary about ladies feet.)
-our nationalities (justin is african american and i am turkish. turkish women have pretty feet. "except if they live in new york," i say with callousness)
-where we live (justin lives two stops away,plus a fifteen minute bus ride.)

and panang chicken, which i absolutely have to get...and the mango sticky rice for dessert...but definitely the chicken panang!

before his car service arrived to take him back to into the inner workings of queens, i ordered the chicken. panang chicken.

...justin was right. that is some damn good chicken.

but i can't write about that chicken because i basically inhaled its steamy deliciousness. no room for mango sticky rice, i'm afraid.

HOWEVER, last night, getting back to the dinner on hand, i went BACK to DEE THAI RESTAURANT.

and i DEE'd it up!

for starters, i had the *shrimp papaya salad, $8
this dish consists of a generous serving of five steamed-to-order shrimp on top of a bed of shredded green papaya and sliced tomato in chili garlic lime juice, and garnished with peanuts. basically, i could drink the lime juice, which was perfectly tinged with garlic, pepper and peanut. plus the freshness of the shrimp and al dente papaya contributed to the flavors and soaked it in as well.

feeling adventurous (i mean, i've already had chicken panang, for god's sake!), i ordered the first dish listed on the Chef's Special section on the menu. verbatim:

hor mok ta lay (don't we all?)
coconut shell stuffed with steamed mixed seafood, cabbage, basil in coconut red curry.

okay, for me, one of those s.o.s. types, this was a really bold move.

the dish, which was presented in swan sculpture tinfoil, was like a red curry quiche. wild stuff. the seafood was fossilized in a bouncy mold. the basil swam boldly throughout the delicate curry flavor, which the seafood (shrimp, seabass, mussels, calamari) absorbed. it wasn't as spicy as the menu claimed, though. but how does a saucy dish end up so quichesque like without eggs?

they explained that because everything is sealed in together and steamed for about ten minuetes, that's what happens. okay, works for me!

i might visit justin at b&h and tell him, "whore...mock...to...lay! but the shoes stay on!"

and THEN...

i had the mango sticky rice (!)

justin, man, i owe you HUGE!

jamie lidell on myspace

Monday, May 12, 2008

islands in the stream covered by constantines and feist

*you can listen to an mp3 at the bottom of the post*

out of all the "islands in the stream" throughout all the years cute helium sucking people keep churning them out, there's a version that doesn't sound like a plastic miniature replica souvenir of kenny and dolly's mega smash performance of the beegee's penned song circa 1983.

leave it so the canadians. leave it to the lable arts and crafts. so sensible of them, eh? first off, they decided to throw away the karaoke track and slowed the beat waaaaaaaaaaaay down. they accent this fact with a deep deliberate drum intro...sort of a slower, sexier version of queen's "we will rock you." in any case, it's about half time of a heartbeat. and then bryan webb, constantine's lead singer starts in,

baby when i met you there was peace unknown
i set out to get you with a fine tooth comb
i was soft inside.
there was something going on.

he doesn't so much sing these lyrics with the standard genuine imitation kenny rogers jubilance. the kind of jube that comes from someone that has a constant rotation of younger, hotter wives, and moister chicken on the spigot.

webb doesn't taint the juice. he just makes it. with honesty.

then she comes in. the perfect duet compliment. as she doesn't start with a demand or a topper. she just comes through the door as a perfect match, accenting webb in honest agreement and understanding.

{this is where my poor roommate begs me to stop singing so loudly, as i sound more like an imitation katie price imitating dolly than an original leslie feist}


feist's turn:

i can't live without you if the love has gone
everything is nothing if you've got no one
and you walk in the night
slowly losing sight of the real thing

when she takes main lead she doesn't squeal or act out tragic possibility or threaten her man or accuse him of cheatin'. she let's him know how it can't be and why but that that's not going to happen because together they're coming to this realization that their love is

the real thing.


then together and bryan is man enough to compliment leslie with those high parts:

but that won't happen and we've got no doubt
too deep in love and we got no way out
and the message is clear
this could be the year for the real thing

meanwhile a guitar and keyboard frolic a duet over an earnest tenoresque bass that steadfastly expresses the blips behind the steady beat.

all in all, this version of "islands in the stream" is timeless, like an overexposed photo of a loved one in a field on a sunny day.

here are mila and jacques in some slavic idol type show thing:



and here's the original dynamic duo, kenny and goddess dolly: