aka gets best burger in ny mag's best of issue.
fun stuff
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no reading allowed
Ramones vs. Talking Heads
Punk hits the Hall.
elmo noodles and soy
"Welcome to Booklend, a lending library that sends books out by the mail. Booklend is the creation of a man with a postage meter, a roomful of books, and an urge to share. Borrowing a book is free, and you're welcome to keep the book until you're done. Read it at your leisure -- nobody likes to be rushed while they're reading. When you're done, pop it back in the mail. We'll even pay return postage."
dictionary of (someone with way too much time on their hands)
wheres the fire

"I'm a firefighter who wanted to help," says PJ simply. "This agreement with Realbeer.com means that a lot of people around the country will be able to learn about the project, drink the beer and contribute to support of the families of my friends and America's heroes."

if you're in the neighborhood, Central Buffet, on Centre street between Howard and Hester (right above canal) is an amazing deal. You pay four dollars, you get a plate with a bunch of rice on it, you get to choose four dishes from long steamtables filled with huge heaps of maybe 40 different things -- roasted meat, noodles, 4 kinds of tofu, deepfried whole fish (very popular), chicken, weird chinese jello stuff, tons of greens and vegetables -- overwhelming assortment. And it's all pretty good! Not Grand Sichuan, but all for sure tasty. And then there's the soup, which sucks, but hey, four dishes and soup for four dollars? You GOT to love it.
Further Proof That I'm Totally Out of It

A NY Post rundown of galleries beyond Chelsea and Soho includes this:
Further north, in Greenpoint, you'll find the Dabora Gallery (1080 Manhattan Ave. between Eagle and Dupont streets; [718] 609-9629). The gallery scores major Goth points with its Victorian-parlor aesthetic - low lighting, dark wood and red velvet to spare. Dabora is currently showing Christina Dallas' "Examination Rooms," an installation of childhood spaces featuring photographs, illustrations and dolls. Bring the kids, because the show's closing reception on March 24 will feature the additional talents of Marco, a magician and sleight-of-hand artist. Bring your MetroCard, too. Dabora is something of an oasis on its gritty stretch of Manhattan Avenue and, unless you live in the neighborhood, the most interesting local attraction might be the nearest subway stop.

The place is exactly one block from where I live, but I was completely unaware of it. (Well, it is on the other side of the street.) Good description of the neighborhood though…
good doctor W, did you hear they found a fossil of a dino that wasnt much bigger than a pheasant, feathered but flightless...
I know it isn't very patriotic of me to say this but I just got a peek of what I think is "Tribute To Light" and am underwhelmed. I imagined two pillers of light, with corners/edges sharp enough to cut glass, not a vague colored stain on the cloud cover.

A little girl and her mother passed me on the street.
Girl: Hey look Mommy? What's that?
Mother: (tepid enthusiasim) Oh huh, I don't know...
Girl: It's a stuck search light.

Maybe the designers and crew are just getting the kinks worked out in time for the eleventh.
FWIW, Alias did more covers than Fresh Foods last night.
favorite street name in Red Hook
I can't believe I never knew this one simple, yet reality shifting fact: Lupa is open for lunch. Every day. And it's not crowded. This is a significant upgrade to my already well fed lifestyle.

I went last Sunday around 12:45. We were one of about five tables. Went today at 12:00 and the place was half full. By 2:00 it starts to fill up, and when we left at 2:30 today there were people waiting, but go just a little bit earlier and you'll be fine.

The menu is 80% the same as at night. All the veggies are there (don't miss the cici and leeks.) The frutti di mare. All the pastas. The daily specials. But not the full entree list. Still, you don't really need all that for lunch. Grab a bottle of white from Elena Walch and you're good to go. Home by 4:00 for a nap. That's living.
one of our favorite local places is organic grill on 2nd avenue. are we alone in this? right past dok suni. killer veg, i think vegan, food. roasted garlic tempeh triangles with kale, ooo yeah.
ate at Alain Ducasse last week...here's the thing: _scallops topped with beluga in a chive nage_. yes yes yes. like dessert for dinner. the rest? very very very good...NOT the single best meal in town...but very very very good. Never go there if you're paying, is the only thing...which luckily I ended up not doing. I will say this, though: after seating us at literally the worst table I've SEEN let alone sat at in about 5 years..and then watching our horrified expression as the only other table in the broomcloset started SINGING (badly)...the maitre d' Did The Right Thing and brought us back through the kitchen, to "Mr. Ducasse's table", which is in Mr. Ducasse's cookbook library, which adjoins Mr. Ducasse's kitchen, and has a big glass door, so you can watch, which is a beautiful view (the rest of the room ain't bad either)...and wow, that's a hell of an army Mr. Ducasse has there. OUI CHEF!!
The Persimmon came up in conversation yesterday. There is indeed a native a native version, but the ones you see in the markets are larger, and come from Asia.
The bizarre story of the Collyer brothers has passed into NYC legend. The pathological hoarders are now the subject of a play. I guess it takes some poetic liberties with the actual story, but if the Voice and the Post both like it, it can't be all bad.
The four types of drunken monkeys.
shatner blogs, sort of. gotta love "shatnerdise." i bet he could get more by autographing his priceline stock certificates and selling them online than he could in trading them in the market.