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Send Some Salami To Your Boy In The Army

February 8, 2011

New York is a bit of a city made for masochist. The best places in the city are the gritty ones with questionable food ethics and seemingly morose employees. Katz deli is one of these places. You walk into Katz and some disgruntled man slouched onto a stool hands you a ticket with a list of numbers on it and no explanation.  What they are NOT telling you when they hand you this ticket is:

  • you hand it to the person who makes your food, and they hand it back to you with the total on it.
  • if you lose this ticket, you get charged 50 bucks.
  • this “lost ticket fee” was instilled about 10 years ago.

You choose the person you want to make your sandwich, and they chop the meat in front of you, and give you a sample of the fresh meat while you wait. I always try to find the oldest guy because he’s usually the biggest asshole who makes the best sandwich.

Although the sandwiches are a bit pricey (15-17 dollars a pop) I bet you can’t get through half of one without wanting to die a little inside. As a meat eater and a lover of irrelevant history, this is one of my favorite New York establishments.

Heres a few more Katz facts:

  • Katz is where they filmed THE scene from When Harry Met Sally
  • It was established in 1888
  • During World War 2, they used the slogan “send a salami to your boy in the army” and still use it to this day
  • Each week, Katz’s serves 5,000 pounds of corned beef, 2,000 pounds of salami and 12,000 hot dogs

 

All photos by Chloe Rice

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2010. A Photo Documentation.

December 31, 2010

I can’t believe how much I’ve shot since I got my new camera, last year. I can’t wait to do this again next year. I plan on getting many more action shots and a lot less voyeuristic ones. 2011 is going to the year I get real bold. It’s also going to be the year where I get a WordPress theme that allows me to post larger photos.

Anyway, eres a wrap up of 2010 through my favorite photos that I’ve taken within the past 12 months.

January 2010

February 2010

March 2010

April 2010

May 2010

June 2010

July 2010

August 2010

September 2010

October 2010

November 2010

December 2010

Objects of Affection

December 27, 2010

Photo above is from my Out with the Old photo project from 2009.

The thing I learned from being a fly on the wall around dudes, is that if you want to get laid by your date, you have to really not be expecting it to happen at all. Just clear the whole idea from your memory. I think I went into the holiday season with the same approach.

I was really not expecting anything for Christmas. I had really low expectations. I feel like all I deserve is coal. Well, kairo. Kairo are those little  disposable Japanese heat packs that are primarily made of coal. They last for hours and have the most adorable packaging ever. Thanks to my Floridian years, wearing two of them under my layers of clothing is necessary for daily survival in this weather.

I ended up buying a ton of them as a gift to myself. Then I started receiving the most amazing things in the mail! I had a really amazing Christmas. I got the following:

A KitchenAid, from my mom!

If I had the option of trading my arm for something more useful, I would trade it out for this attachment. Its made everything I do in the kitchen so much easier.

A Wacom tablet from my siblings

Tins, from  James

Candy, from his dietary restrictions.

Abest friend, from Atlanta. (so what if he’s not an object)

A Christmas card that looked as though it had been shot at by a bedazzler, from Nixon.

A few pairs of really comfy sock slippers and a few really endearing Christmas cards, from my nana and great aunt.

Betsy Johnson lingerie, from a secret someone.

and some of my favorite perfume to go along with it.

Twin massive bottles of lavender soap, from TC.

a new adorable keychain, from Twinkie Chan

a Leica R3 rental (shot with my new 50mm), from Frank

This long feathered earring, from Gala. Along with the bone barrette that I made, I feel like a very fancy indian, sometimes.

And a very goofy Indian, at others.

The only gift that I can’t take photos of, is my trip to Thailand and Vietnam, that will be happening in February!  What an exciting gift to segue me into the new year!

Although I brag, I know its not about the gifts as much as the people who gave them to me. Everything I received is about to get some heavy usage (except for the candy, which is already gone and the friend who, again, is not an object.) and I’m going to be able to be reminded of where and who it came from , on a daily basis. I’m an unbelievably lucky girl with some really amazing friends and family.

What did you guys get for Christmas?!

 

Spoons And ‘Toons.

November 22, 2010

As much as I enjoy the tradition of weekend brunches filled with a table of hungover friends looking down shamefully, I more so miss the days of waking up and seeing how long I could possibly stay in bed watching cartoons until my stomach told me I had to get out of my room and into the kitchen for a sugary cereal fix and a glass of artificial strawberry milk.

Nothing brings out the kid in me quite like a Strawberry Quik White Russian.

At what age did that stop becoming the most loved and anticipated part of my Saturday? The question puzzled me for quite sometime before realizing that it didn’t. Turns out that at the age of 25, I still prefer a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch along side an episode of Bobbys World over a 45 minute wait for a 15 dollar omelette at someplace too loud to enjoy that time with my friends.

This is a conclusion I recently came to with the help of Spoons, Toons, and Booze. An free (yet donation friendly) event that, since this summer, has been hosted every Saturday at the Brooklyn Knitting Factory. Remember David the Gnome or The Adventures of Gummi Bears? They do. Spoons, Toons, & Booze satisfies both your current and nostalgic needs by allowing you to get hammered while watching a wide array of retro classic cartoons and enjoy any of the several provided cereals!

(or a mixture of your favorites, since being an adult means no one can limit your sugar intake.)

The above mentioned concoction obviously belonged to this manchild

I happen to decide on documenting my Saturday morning on a D.A.R.E. themed cartoon day. It involved

  • Cartoons that were based around anti-drug education
  • PSA’s featuring Pee Wee, TMNT, and some questionable songs
  • A drug trivia round, to which I helped lead my team to victory!

The paper was apparently recycled from TV Party nights.

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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.


Raving on Mars.

September 24, 2010

Ever wonder what happened to this kid after Kazaam? Me neither but hey, hes a main character in Veronica Mars!

I’m hoping that this photo of Shaq has drawn you in, since I couldn’t find a still from Veronica Mars that was eye catching enough. Yeah, thats right. Veronica Mars. The only show I seem to concern myself with, lately. When I’m not watching it, I find myself raving about it to friends who seem to look at me blankly. As blankly as I used to look several my fully grown, comedy-writing, male friends out West when they would try to explain to me why its so good.

I finally decided to give it a go after someone had reminded me that Veronica Mars was written by the Rob Thomas. Not the shithead from that band but the guy who went on to write Party Down. I was told that the show featured many of Party Downs characters in it. I was interested and now mildly obsessed.

For the most part, the writing is ridiculous and I will sometime blush and cringe when I find myself catching a friend (who I’ve also wrangled into loving it) up on the episodes she’s missed, since it really does sound like a ridiculous soap….but that because it is. And I’m pretty sure the writers were self aware and aiming for ridiculous. There is subtle humor spread through out the series, and thats what keeps me watching it.

For instance:

Lisa Rinna of Days of Our Lives is a reoccurring character in Season 1. During this sceneANDTHISSCENEONLY…they put a display for soap and hygiene in the schools display case. Coincidence? I.think.not.

Does this line sound familiar at all? (1:10)

During Kevin Smiths guest spot on the show, they aptly had him play the role of a clerk in a gas station.

Some of the more blunt humor in the show is obviously made to appeal to teenagers. I think that’s great because I feel like this show also has a lot of qualities of an old noir program. Even the lighting in many of the indoor scenes seem to replicate that. I hope it did its part at helping a younger generation enjoy a good detective story. But for me, I keep watching for the little things that are easily overlooked, and for the decent indie music they tend to play in the background.

Now beware! All seasons of Veronica Mars are available on instant Netflix.


Kings of Convenience (music Monday)

July 12, 2010

Riot on an Empty Street- Kings of Convenience: Know-How: (2004) I typically dislike albums that are powered by acoustic guitars and monotone voices. Playing those albums are like being forced underneath some ‘artists’ depression rain cloud. But something about this is a bit more seductive. The lay out of the songs makes me feel like I should be listening to it someplace bright and warm. Like the beach or the lighting section of a Home Depot

Let The Right Ones Out.

July 10, 2010

Us talentless, attention starved, greedy, gluttonous Americans haven’t been able to make something better than another country since WWII. So why that wet teabag of a human that directed Cloverfield thought he could spruce up the amazing Swedish film Let The Right One In, is beyond me.

Bah hum bug. As usual, someone had decided to remake a foreign movie full of great cinematography and emotional layers and flatten it into another ‘gripping thriller’. I sometimes think they do it because Americans are fairly illiterate and simply can’t be bothered with the subtitles of a foreign film. That, and the fact that many of us can’t seem to think about blood without the association of horror.

You want horror??!? Just take a gander at the Versace family. That always keeps me suckin’ my thumb for days.

As far as this remake goes, all I can hope for is a better version of robokittens.

Fugazi (music Mondays)

July 5, 2010

End Hits- Fugazi: Arpeggiator: (1999)I always have a hard time finding my favorite Fugazi song, let alone album. They just didn’t have a bad album, as far as I’m concerned.  Arpeggiator really shows the craftsmanship behind the band which I feel is what makes Fugazi so timelessly amazing.

Mr. Bungle (music Monday)

June 21, 2010

California- Mr. Bungle: Air Conditioned Nightmare: (1999) California was Mr. Bungles last and best album. Its spastic but I find every strange and abrupt cut to be enjoyable. This song specifically is like some type of slightly erie 1960’s surfing song for people with A.D.D.

Television Personalities (music monday)

June 14, 2010

…And Don’t The Kids Just Love It- Television Personalities: The Angry Silence:(1981) This is an amazing little punk song with some doo-wop in it. This album really satisfies my cravings for both old punk and that type of rock music that was just becoming predominant through out the early 1960s.

Music Mondays

May 31, 2010

Photo by Ye Rin Mok

When I try to discover new music, I try to find someone whose taste I really trust to introduce it to me. I look to that person to hand over their personal favorite song from a great album. The one song can kind of lead you into understanding the album, and in turn, the artist.

Now, I’m not gonna say I have good taste in music by any means. I can’t play a single instrument and seem to be the only person on earth who thinks that Sigur Ros is just horrible. Despite this fact, I’ve decided to make my average ole’ Mondays into Music Mondays.

The day where I pick one of my personal favorite songs off of one of my personal favorite albums. Like this(!):

Reckless Nights and Turkish Twilights- Raymond Scott: (1937) You know that you’ve heard this song before. If you grew up watching Looney Tunes or Ren & Stimpy, its probably ingrained in your memory without your knowledge. Back when Scott composed music, his one of a kind music style was considered ‘experimental’. For me, this album (along side Toonerville Trolley) is one of the most unique jazz records ever made. Every song title fits the image that your mind congers up while listening to it. Raymond Scott was an amazing composer who has influenced pop culture from every outlet.

Dawning of a New Era

April 23, 2010

Post Specials Show self portrait

Can I share a moment, here? ok thanks.

The Specials was my palate band. Ya know…that band where you realize that you actually like a type of music and not just what you hear on the radio.

I was maybe 10 or 11 years old. While on the way to the mall, I saw the cassette laying by my feet in the back of a friends moms car. I liked the simplicity of the art work and asked if we could put it in.  I didn’t know anything about what I was hearing other than it had somehow instantly made me happier than ice cream and creepy crawlers ever could again. All I could seem to do was kind of let tears seep from my eyes and occasionally kick my feet with joy. I didn’t want that car ride to end because nothing could make me as happy as hearing that music for the first time just had.

What was your palate band? (I love knowing these little things about people!)

While some of my friends were on a munchie hunt on 4/20, my friend Smo and I went to see the Specials!

It was amazing to see a slew of men over 50 years old with more energy than I’ve had since I first heard their music. I had spent so many years just knowing I would probably never get the chance to see them though, that nothing about the show wasn’t amazing for me.

photo by Ryan Muir

When we left and I came to, I realized a few things:

  • my jacket got a beating
  • my Chucks are destroyed
  • my mouth was bleeding
  • I’d lost my voice
  • ……….I may have “skanked”

I regret nothing, except for not trying to weasel my way back in for day two of the show.

But my single regret won’t hold for long, because I was reminded that I will soon be heading back for their FREE show in Central Park on August 22nd!

Check out some impressive photos from the show: here.

and this kind of odd video someone put together: here.

Emotions and Typography

January 31, 2010

Typography porn source

Do you too consider yourself Rational? Assertive? Traditional? Relaxed?

Well than you would be like me….as a font!

Expanded Antique! And we could post wanted signs around our ghost town about the crook who stole the loot and challenge him to a shootout in front of the saloon.

Perhaps we could fall madly in love and get hitched with all the gamblers, cowboys, fur trappers, gold prospectors, and miners in town watchin’ and we’ll all drink a ton of Sioux City sarsaparilla at the service.

The site I went to for this, is really well composed. They choose really beautiful fonts and relayed them to your personality.

My friend was intrigued by the voice coming from my computer and so we went through the list choosing our favorite fonts before hearing the personality reasoning of it. He thought my choices were fitting of me.

Hence why I also choose:

Pistilli Roman “If you always demand that things be in order, then are incredibly moved when they are”

and Plastica “A small quiet person who doesn’t mind that too much but would like to be seen and heard more than you are”

alright, dork! Your turn. What Type are you?