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Facts That Will Chiwow You.

December 15, 2010

A Family/ Self Portrait December 2010

To counteract the unrelenting hatred I have for cats, I love dogs. I watch a lot of The Dog Whisperer. I used to recite the dialogue from All Dogs Go To Heaven. I’ve even eaten dog food and not totally hated it….I mean…what….

Here’s list of some random dog facts and dog photos I’ve taken!

  • Dogs have three eyelids. The third lid, called a nictitating membrane or “haw,” keeps the eye lubricated and protected
  • The Basenji is the world’s only barkless dog.
  • In Ventura County, California, cats and dogs are not allowed to have sex without a permit.

  • Different smells in the a dog’s urine can tell other dogs whether the dog leaving the message is female or male, old or young, sick or healthy, happy or angry
  • Scholars have argued over the metaphysical interpretation of Dorothy’s pooch, Toto, in the Wizard of Oz. One theory postulates that Toto represents Anubis, the dog-headed Egyptian god of death, because Toto consistently keeps Dorothy from safely returning home.

  • Dogs have a wet nose to collect more of the tiny droplets of smelling chemicals in the air
  • Small quantities of grapes and raisins can cause renal failure in dogs
  • Ancient Egyptians revered their dogs. When a pet dog would die, the owners shaved off their eyebrows, smeared mud in their hair, and mourned aloud for days

  • The average dog can run about 19 mph
  • A dog’s shoulder blades are unattached to the rest of the skeleton to allow greater flexibility for running
  • Apple and pear seeds contain arsenic, which may be deadly to dogs.

  • A puppy is born blind, deaf, and toothless
  • The term “dog days of summer” was coined by the ancient Greeks and Romans to describe the hottest days of summer that coincided with the rising of the Dog Star, Sirius

  • A dog most likely interprets a smiling person as baring their teeth, which is an act of aggression
  • Dachshunds were bred to fight badgers in their dens.

  • Petting dogs is proven to lower blood pressure of dog owners.
  • The name of the dog on the Cracker Jacks box is Bingo.
  • The Taco Bell Chihuahua is a rescued dog named Gidget.

  • The phrase “raining cats and dogs” originated in seventeenth-century England. During heavy rainstorms, many homeless animals would drown and float down the streets, giving the appearance that it had actually rained cats and dogs

  • The most intelligent dogs are reportedly the Border Collie and the Poodle, while the least intelligent dogs are the Afghan Hound and the Basenji
  • Dogs have sweat glands in between their paws

  • French poodles originated in Germany. Not France
  • During the Middle Ages, mixed breeds of peasants’ dogs were required to wear blocks around their necks to keep them from breeding with noble hunting dogs. Purebred dogs were very expensive and hunting became the province of the rich

All photos are by Chloe Rice

Dog facts by Random History



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A Bushwick Brunch.

December 13, 2010

My Sundays have recently been falling into a bit of a pattern. The alcohol thats still in my system, wakes me up at the ungodly hour of 9 a.m. I go out to the living room to recollect my actions of Saturday, with my room mate James. It always calls for coffee.

My neighborhood doesn’t have too many sit down restaurant options. Its fine because I could eat at the only one we do have pretty much everyday if I had the choice.

Northeast Kingdom is dimly  lit and looks like a lodge in Vermont. The coffee is good. The food is decently priced. Their waiting area plays Looney Toons by a fireplace. The servers are always somehow familiar and comforting. And best of all, its pretty much right downstairs from me.

James and I go there almost every Sunday. Sometimes its just us staring at the bar in silence, and sometimes we take our out of town visitors to show them that although our neighborhood still looks pretty sketchy, we have the redeeming factor of a classy looking place like Northeast!

This Sunday was a bit of  treat since our other room mate, Naomi, was around. Along with an old friend of James’ from Texas. Speaking of treats, I find it interesting to add in the fact that Naomi had taken a couple of special cookies before we headed down for breakfast.

I decided to document it because Naomi is moving out shortly, and although all three of us are friends, we’ve never all gone out for a meal before.

So this was the first and last room mate brunch in this chapter of my life.

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A Toast!

November 25, 2010

Unirkey by Alex Pardee

Happy Thanksgiving! I’m thankful for pretty much every curve ball that gets thrown my way, and the people who are there to lovingly tease me when I fall and bruise. Here is a toast!

To good health. *1

To feeling loved from the people I love the most.

To my friends who keep me in mind everyday.

To subway carts that go above ground.

To the skill of sewing.

To making things in my head into things that can be seen.

To Trader Joes waffles with honey.

To a fresh pair of Docs and  warm argyle socks, when the seasons start to change.

To the perfect view from my front door.

To an appreciation of music. Thanks, ears!

To burgers made without buns.

To good finds at second hand stores.

To a year of memorable shows.

To Charlie, for being a well behaved dog

well…most of the time.

To people who can make my day better, just by being themselves.

To chocolate chip pancakes being considered a breakfast item.

To list making.

To always having access to a swing set. *2

To being able to see my family today.

Other honorable mentions: mild Fall days, PG Tips, my cozy little bedroom, milkshakes with Nutella, personalized ringtones, good roommates, huge windows in my apt, central park, netflix, a good wool coat, still having hair after so many dye jobs, steamed vegetables,  tits, condiments, being in a city full of good coffee and 24 hour bodegas, good books that fit in small purses, always having a charged Nintendo DS, still getting mix CDs, lavender soap, and owning a good camera.

I LOVE Thanksgiving because its just a perfect time to think of everything I love, to eat other peoples left overs, and to watch the parade in hopes of it falling on a very windy day. If you don’t care for thanksgiving though, thats fine too! Perhaps you will, at least, enjoy this poem.

*1: Photo by Bettina May

*2: Photo by Bee Jellyfish-Love

All other photos on the list are by Chloe Rice

 

Friends Move Forward

October 26, 2010

Bea & Guav (2007)

Usually upon meeting your friends significant others, you realize that you’re about to start seeing a lot less of them. That was pretty much the case with my old friend Guav after he got married to Bea! Bea and I seemed to have so much in common that I found myself going out to New Jersey just to eat junk food, go to thrift stores, and be inspired by her creativity all while Guav was at work. Although I don’t see her as often as I wish I could, shes become a really important friend to me.

Guav and Bea have helped me though rough times and have been around for some really great times. And now that they have a son, Brixton, they’re making that move that any finically responsible couple with a kid makes. They’re moving away from the city.

As sad as I am about it, I’m happy for them to move someplace that is more family oriented.

It was nice to spend the last few days that they were in town with them and taking photos of New Jersey, since I can’t see myself having any reason to go out there, anymore.

Don’t cry, little buddy! I’ll see you soon!
All photos taken by Chloe Rice

Built To Spill

October 6, 2010

Last night, I went to see Built to Spill. This morning I was reminded of this photo I took of Dug when I shot them for Brooklyn Vegan, last year.  Looking back, I like how it came out. A perfect blend of color and negative space.

Good job, self! You totally deserve a cookie..or 5!

A Makeshift Magyar Festival

September 30, 2010

Since my family sailed over to New York, they have occupied the shrinking radius of the upper east side that is considered the Hungarian part of town. The only NY historian website that I could find that even talks about the Hungarian community of New York City’s existence, mentions it in passing.

“Museum Mile is Fifth Avenue running along the eastern edge of Central Park, posing the greatest concentration of world-class museums on the planet. Further east is German Yorkville, little Bohemia (Czechs) and remnants of the earlier Hungarian community.”

Remnants!? ouch.

When I was younger, there were a few genuine Hungarian restaurants and butcher shops within a few blocks of my grandmothers apartment. They were owned by full blooded old eastern European women who didn’t care to speak English. Much like trying to catch a cab in this city nowadays, if you didn’t speak their language you didn’t get a proper service. These small reminders of a European run city (and my childhood) are almost all gone. My familys favorite place to sit down and eat Paprikás and nokedli, have been replaced with sushi restaurants and collage bars with wacky names like Wasabi Lobby and The Booze Brothers.

In front of St. Stephen before sexual harassing priests were an open issue and my Burning Man sun dress was still fucking awesome.

Growing up in a Hungarian Roman Catholic family, the St. Stephen of Hungary Parish has been a constant in my life.

  • Its where I attended mass and gained the catholic guilt that plauges my every decision.
  • Its where my mother went to school and later got married.
  • Almost every memorable new years eve of my youth was spent in the basement of the church.

St. Stephens basement is occupied by a gymnasium and a huge open kitchen. On new years eve hundreds of bohemian blooded, foreign speaking, self made Americans dress up and spend the first night of the new year ripping up the dance floor to a man playing his accordion on stage while a group of old Hungarian women in the kitchen make enough stuffed cabbage to feed an army. They have raffles where you can win anything from Judy dolls to fine china.

New Years at St. Stephens meant  my grandma would put my hair in curlers and teach me simple Hungarian phrases that would impress the women in the kitchen. I got to waltz with her and hear about when she played accordion on a traveling train, during the war. I would run around the basement with kids my age who spoke very little english but could scream at an equally annoyingly tone as I could.

I got to wear my mothers old embroidered shirts that are a staple among Hungarian women.

I even wore one of these Hungarian shirts into several other fashion phases of my life.

As far as I know, they still have their new years party, but as the old drunken gypsies that dominated it begin to pass away, its much more formal than it was in my youth. A sad part of no longer spending my New Years there, is that I miss out on all of the delicious, authentic Hungarian foods that those women would make.

Since they’re so good at what they do, Hungarians will come from walk-ups short and tall, to get some of whatever they decide to cook up. So, when they cook, they don’t fuck around. They prepare for WEEKS ahead of time. Pre-making hundreds of balls of dough for the fánk. Chopping cabbage until there is no visable counter space left in their industrial sized kitchen, in order to make Töltött Káposzta (pronounced as ‘tear-o cop-ist-sta’), which is Hungarian stuffed cabbage.

Fresh batch of Hungarian fánk

Since Hungary is so close to more historically populated places like Poland, the foods, music, and art of my homeland seem to get overlooked pretty often. There is no Hungarian equivalent to saaay Oktoberfest. So the one day long, once a year street fair that takes up half of the block in front of St. Stephens church is a pretty important day for my grandmother, my great aunt, and I.

yeah, thats right, I’m talkin’ about you guys.

It usualy takes place on the last Saturday of September. Its a day of good food made by the same remaining ladies who used to cook those Hungarian meals from mine and even from my mothers childhood. Instead of selling gyros, handcrafted jewelry, and other standard things you find at a street fair, St. Stephens street fair uses this term to describe what is essentially a block party/ garage sale.

they take all of the donations that the collect through out the year, and try to sell them for next to nothing, in the church’s parking lot.

Donations typically include bizarre knickknacks

Old comics

Cheap jewlery

funny wands. Literally.

classical records

and a decent collection of toasters.

On the street part of the street fair is where the said food is sold through purchase of colored tickets.

Palacsinta (which is essentially a crepe but slightly thicker) and makowiec beigli (a yeast bread roll filled with sweetened poppy seeds)

one full and happy grandmother!

Magi has been cooking my favorite Hungarian dishes for as long as I’ve been alive. She never remembers me, anymore.

The street fair is also a perfect place for anyone who attends the church to sell their goods. This year, I tried haggling a 12 year old for a collection of Bleach Manga he was trying to sell for 50 bucks.

I ended up saving my money for tattoos.

My grandma making fun her sisters poor posture. Guess who doesn’t find this funny…
As usual, I had a great time being outside with my family. Listening to them converse in a mix of English and Hungarian with others from the neighborhood who tend to do the same. I went home and was able to stock my freezer with enough eastern European foods to last me through out the winter. I also went home with the AWESOME new shirt that my grandmother bought me! I am one proud Magyar.


What’s Black and White With Pixels All Over?

September 21, 2010

This was a test shot I took back in 2006. After turning this junky shot into black and white and tinkering with it for a while, I’m now in love with it!

I feel that, for as long as people have taken any sort of notice of my photos, they’ve pointed out that I have a distinct  style. Its obvious that I love to push the limits of saturation. I’ve relied greatly on it ever since I learned how to digitally tweak photos. As much as I love using a lot of eye popping color, I’m looking for a new challenge.

When I was in Los Angeles recently, I spent an entire day at the Annenberg where I was completely enamored by The Year exhibit. I was inspired mostly by the black and white images. The noise in them, the perfect contrast, and in almost every single shot had such subtle vignetting. These main elements made it so easy to pin point the importance of the moment in the photograph without being overwhelmed by the colors and textures.

My next goal is to step outside of my comfort zone of color and learn how to edit in black and white. I’m confident that I’m off to a pretty decent start.

After closing the bar during Courtney’s first trip to New York, we made our way straight over to the Today Show. To our surprise, it was swarming with preteens waiting to see Miranda Cosgrove. The early morning also featured a father who was less than pleased to hear children screaming with joy while the cameras weren’t even on them.

All Photos taken by Chloe Rice

The Celebratory New Yorker.

September 13, 2010

I’m a pretty bad New Yorker. I’ve been out of town for the beginning of every September since “nine eleven”, up until this year. Every year, people spend September 11th telling you for the 20th time exactly where they were in 2001, while a part of my favorite city crumbled. (Yeah. I get it you’re morning rituals were affected that day. ugh!)

I’m so glad I was here for it this year. It seems pretty insensitive to what that day represents but I feel like a real New Yorker doesn’t dwell on the past and much as they turn it into a celebration! So:

There was another photographer at Galas birthday party. We swapped lenses for a bit, so I got to use the nicer version of my 50mm for the afternoon. Heres some of the shots I took from the party

Bleeding in the Summer

August 2, 2010

I spent this past weekend with an amazing group of friends at the Element Skate Camp in Sequoina National Park. Being from a city where building are always offering a good amount of shade, I’ve never really had to deal with light bleeding into my shots. For the first time, there was no way around it. At first, I was a bit concerned that some of my photos were ruined by it, but I’m pretty sure those exact shots turned out to be some of my favorite ones I’ve ever taken.

I’m really excited to edit through and post some more of these shots, this week.

Won’t You Bee My Neighbor

May 16, 2010

Living in a space with a yard has been quite interesting, thus far. I was beginning to think that the only neighbors that my pup had entertain her were the yelling children and yapping mutts beyond the fence.

That was before a cat broke into our house in the middle of the night, and made my poodle her bitch with the assistance of its bladder. Yea. The cat had peed’ ON my dog.

While doing some yard work and mulling over the reality of our new intrusive neighbors, I came across some little guys who I enjoy sharing my personal space with!

Both the grasshopper and I enjoy a good jump, and both I and that little polka dotted insect are somehow considered ‘ladies’, on occasion.

Now, this is the kind of neighbor I wouldn’t mind making a Jello mold for!

Wecome to Historical Ellicott City

May 15, 2010

I recently took a trip to Ellicott City, MD to visit Ghost Town Tattoo and a friend that some call Machine Gun Vince. A man who welds guns from scratch, smokes more than he breathes, will skin a dear an sample the meat BEFORE sticking it into the oven, and sells furniture that he’s found in houses where people were murdered and has it sold as “vintage furniture” in boutique shops for 1000’s of dollars.

I was interested in shooting new guns, trying new….cuisine, and live in someone else’s Italian leather shoes for a few days. After the food poisoning from eating a seared steak left my system, i had quite an interesting time seeing how people in such a small town find day to day happiness. I was on a photo hunt to find beauty in something that may seem dreary to city folk, like myself.

I ended up shooting a slew of guns, exploring very metal basements, seeing where the props from The Wire ended up, hunting abandoned homes, and finding abandoned grave yards along the way.

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I Was Kidnapped.

April 16, 2010

Last week I was kidnapped! An old friend from the west coast came through New York while working, then took my shoes hostage, and took me along with him for a few days. From what I hear, they’re supposed to lock you up in a basement, give you a slice of Wonder bread, and send poorly composed letters to your family out of newspaper clippings, right? Well luckily for me, these guys had it all wrong…

I warn you that there is a lot of photos behind the cut

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All My Friends Are Gay.

April 12, 2010

I feel like my friends are all so amazing, creative, and funny that its a shame to not have a damn good photo of each and every one of them in my life. Here, I’ve taken a collection of shots from the people I have spent some quality time with in the past month and linked them together. Although aesthetically pleasing, the solid colored walls probably create a very impersonal photograph to you. For me though, I can remember every situation in which I ended up conveniently place near each saturated setting. What we laughed about, what the weather was like, what we ate, ect.

This series a little bookmark to remember my adventures of the month. I hope to continue it, through out the next couple of months. Eventually having a place to display them all at their proper size.

see a larger view of the photo here.

My Broken Cubical

April 2, 2010

I had recently recovered a hard drive full of music that I haven’t heard since high school, made myself a girly Ska mix, and spent all of yesterday partaking in my favorite spring time activity. SPRING CLEANING!

My non-cubicle was my favorite and most improved area.

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