Posts Tagged ‘ohPhotos’

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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Make Monday: good coffee

February 7, 2011

I’m a total coffee snob. I drink it black, so that usually means I can taste all of its imperfections. If its burnt, old, ect.

Heres some tips on how to make a perfect cup of coffee.

Grind:

  • Should be fine enough to allow water to pass through coffee grounds without overflow.
  • If you’re able to access a proper coffee shop, just ask them to ground it for whatever coffee chachkaa you use. (meletia cup, drip, french press, ect)

Measure:

  • Start with two level tablespoons for every 6 oz cup; adjust to your taste

Water:

  • Water should be sweet, without excessive minerals or salt. Use spring water, if you’re not sure.

Temperature:

  • 190 Fahrenheit
  • The water should never be brought to a boil, because it’ll burn the coffee.

Storing:

  • Good coffee will stay fresh for 2 weeks if kept air tight and away from moisture condensation.
  • Those waxy paper bags with the twist tie on top, that the coffee usually comes in? yeah. those work just dandy just as long as you squeeze out all excess air. and tightly close it.

ohJoy!

January 27, 2011

Its Thursday! The day that I have started collecting photos I’ve taken through out the week, because they relate to things that I love about life. Such as:

The guy who plays songs from Amelie in the 14th street station.

people who enjoy their jobs

drinking coffee on a tree

using long exposure to give me the power of invisibility

that some of the most important items in my life, right now, weigh less than my dog.

my dog

eating meals with friends

gingers. (They’re apparently the new black.)

making a barricade of beverages

having my blog on the front page of wordpress.com!

feeling like one of those people who starts looking like their dog (photo by Molly Burkett)

tiny cookies

turning people into cartoons while helping make things for their etsy shop

when eve the snow wants to get out of the cold

big sandwiches made by old polish women

Honorable Mentions:

  • “I got hot sauce in my eye tonight, and I thought of you”
  • buy backs at bars
  • holding hot tea when its too cold to feel my fingers
  • Rediscovering my love for Marcys Playground
  • ice cream cakes
  • waking up before the sun
  • thick socks
  • getting paid for doing manual labor
  • vitamin E
  • Katz deli
  • cynical texts from my brother
  • living vicariously through the parties I hear my neighbors throwing, almost every night
  • everything about this

Perfect Cinnamon Buns

January 24, 2011

My all time favorite breakfast treat is the cinnamon bun. I grew up eating those Pillsbury ones in the airtight tubes that you had to whack against the counter to get open.

I had a friend whos mom, would place them in a pie tin and they would expand. Being what I thought cinnamon buns should be, this was illusive concept to me. I only ate them once and have been trying to find ones that compare, ever since.

Heres what ruins anything that has ever come close to those homemade cinnamon buns that I have spent a lifetime dreaming about:

  • the weak cinnamon to bun ratio
  • not enough frosting
  • raisins. gross. Why do people find the need to add pruned grapes to something so perfect?

I realized that in order to do something right, I would just have to do it myself. Baking with yeast is still pretty new to me, so I was a bit scared of it. My baker dad informed me that yeast and humans live comfortably in the same temperatures:

  • If you add yeast to something that is about the same temperature as a warm bathtub, it’ll flourish.
  • If you add it to a liquid that is too hot, you’ll kill it.
  • If you add it to something cold, it’ll hold out on expanding until the temperature is warm enough or it’ll just take longer.

With this, I began skimming through cinnamon bun recipes, plucking what I liked about each one to concoct my idea of the perfect cinnamon bun.

It was so good, that my appetite almost didn’t give me time to take a good photo of the final product.

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ohJoy!

January 20, 2011

Puppy distractions

friendship distractions

getting ‘shotgun’ when it really makes a diffrence

seeing situations from a different perspective

teaching Charlie an awesome new trick!

sewing my finger into the sewing machine….

because it resulted in the purchase of these adorable bandaids!!!

leaving slightly comical/ passive aggressive notes

having people in my life who will put on my clothes, and those who will take a train out of their way just to make me smile.

getting exercise by being ridiculous

when a row of photos I’ve taken come up in a row on Facebook.

honorable mentions:

  • Being stopped at the metal detector at the passport office, for a bottle of hot sauce in my purse. “Boss, is this considered a drink?” “Only if she’s Jamaican.”
  • re-watching The Smoking Room
  • getting cut off in a lunch line by a guy who insisted on buying my meal.
  • rearranging my office space
  • finally finding a way to stream I Love Lucy episodes
  • catching one of those old trains with the orange seats
  • pizza with bacon and eggs on it, from Robertas
  • spelling things out phonetically with a phone operator. “V as in Vagina” “….ok, that was V as in Victory, correct?”
  • teasing my hair up
  • jumping jacks
  • baking almost every day
  • prematurely digging out my summer clothes for my trip to Thailand, next month

 

Make Monday: Chocolate Covered Popcorn

January 17, 2011


I used to be really intimidated by popcorn. Thats right…..popcorn.

The thought of making it outside of those pre-buttered microwave bags or pre-buttered aluminum tins, seemed impossible. I thought I hated popcorn, but turns out that I just hated that weird butter. Ever since someone showed me how easy making your own popcorn could be, I’ve been eating it pretty much every day.

My teeth may hate me for saying this, but I LOVE popcorn! I love it so much that over the summer, I’ve tried 12 different kernels and several kinds of salts to add to them. After extensive research, my favorite popcorn combo is the plain ole’ popcorn drizzled with chocolate and sprinkled with corse salt.

Turns out its really simple to make!

Start by heating up a tablespoon of extra virgin olive oil in a large pot with about a cup of popcorn kernels.

when one starts to pop, put a lid on the pot while occasionally shaking the pot to make sure all of the kernels are getting heated at the bottom of the pot.

Keep the heat on until there  is 2-3 seconds between popping sounds.

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Pocket Notebook!

January 10, 2011

This week, I’ve started coming to terms with the fact that if I don’t write things down, I’ll forget about them. Yes. I’m getting old.

SO,  for this edition of Make Monday, I thought it would be a pretty good idea to keep a pocket notebook handy.  This not only will help me remember who I’m supposed to meet up with but will also help me get rid of some stationary scraps

and unused paper in my archived journals.

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Cat.

January 7, 2011

Remember when Audrey Hepburn tossed that cat out of the cab, at the end of Breakfast at Tiffanys, as some sort of romantic display of freedom? Have you ever wondered what would have happened to that thing if George Peppard hadn’t put her in her place, and gone looking for it? I think I came across the grim result of what may have happened to Cat, if someone other than Capote had written the story.

I was walking to the subway from my house faster that usual, to avoid the cold any more than I had to, when this little guy slowly limped into the middle of the street and took a seat. I quickly snapped a photo of its black silhouette in the middle of the isolated snow white road and then realized that it was in really bad shape. I got closer, and took a more detailed shot.

Due to my hatred for cats, I kind of said “poor dude” and walked on. Then guilt set in. I thought of how horrible it must be to need help, and have someone document your pain as amusement. I realized that if I left, I would never be able to look at the photographs of this cat without a voice in the back of my head reminding me that this was the shot that represented me being a bad person. Someone heartless enough to walk away from something that needed help.

I turned around and went back to the cat just before it just rammed by a semi truck. I scooted it to the side of the road, called animal control to come and pick it up, and waited around for a bit listening to it wheezing for air.

I was hoping that by crossing a black cats path, and going beck to help it, would be good luck for me. Unfortunately though, I was told that I only absorb one of its lives. So when you see me crawling around at the age of 150, it has something to do with this photo.

ohJoy!

January 6, 2011

I used to do a “Things I Love Thursday”, except I guess I called it ohJoy…and it wasn’t usually on a thursday.

It was just a list of things I loved about life, when things were really bringing me down. Unfortunetly, it would take me so much time to think up enough things to love about life, that it was a rarely done.

This year, I’m going to try to make a goal of just being able to write down and take photos of more positive things, more often.

Heres a list of things I’ve loved about 2011, thus far.

fish cakes in my ramen

letting my hair grow

waking up next to a cuddly dog

real friends who dress like imaginary friends

having my hair done on an otherwise average day.

fresh challah bread from the bakery to make french toast (with nutella)

bubbles in my coffee

finding interior in inspiration in unlikely places. (my future bathroom will soon look like the locker room from Shutter Island)

food wrapped like presents.

weekly family dinner nights

Seeing this guy who is obviously from the abortion ad on the train, stand around with his girlfriend, uncomfortably.

having the first meal of the new year, with some of my favorite people.

This song because it’s beautiful.

He always sounded like he was drinking champagne on a train and wise to the ways of the world.”

-Tom Waits talking about Teddy Edwards. (Also beautiful.)

other honorable mentions:

  • strangers saying “happy new year” in passing, all over New York
  • snowball fights
  • when friends from different parts of my life, end up becoming friends
  • extra olives in martinis
  • japanese eraser toys
  • Putting Annie Hall on repeat while I’m sick in bed. I’ll pass out and wake up to something that makes me smile, no matter what part of the movie is playing.
  • being reminded that I’m missed
  • Pushing Daisies or any program that involves narrative story telling, for that matter. Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, lemony snicket’s a series of unfortunate events, ect…

 

 

Underground Ninja Toy Stores

January 5, 2011

Photo by Cherry Vega

I can’t remember when my love for Japanese started, but I imagine it was during my colorful raver years……which never happened, by the way……

Everything is so eye catching, that I long to know more about it. My years with Tsu Shi Ma Mi Re, helped resolve some mysteries of this foreign land full of cute mascots and 1000 different kinds of Pocky, but I always long for more. Every time I come across something I’ve never seen or tried in Chinatown, I feel like I need to buy it just to further understand its meaning.

I have a favorite place to go in Chinatown that I can only refer to as “underground ninja toy store” after it became the luring key term that was described as to me, the first time I was brought there. It blew my mind.

Photo found on yelp

You walk into this place. A dull building with not much more than a pharmacy and bad lighting. Then travel down an escalator….

and end up in a basement with nothing but stores that at crammed full of reasonably priced  japanese knickknacks, accessories, plushies, stationary, video games, cute cups, and other random things that are nearly impossible to resist because of cuteness sensory overload.

Thats how I ended up with this new and unusually tall tea mug for $5.00, the other day.

Last time I was there, I noticed there was a new knickknack that I could’t even begin to understand.

This. what.is.this…? I know it says “crystal balls” but it also says “seven color”. Obviously deceiving.

I didn’t buy it, but recently Bee came back from a trip and happen to have brought it back as a gift! As if I was back in the ninja shop all over again, I was stumped by what I was looking at. I asked her what this adorable bag that could barely fill the palm of my hand, was made for. I don’t think she knew much more than me, about the mysteries of it, because her explanation was pretty much a description of the packaging.

“you put them in water and they turn into things”

then she drifted off in both, voice and eye contact.

I let them sit on my desk for a few days, then decided to just throw them into some water to see what would happen. I had no idea what to expect, and have no idea how I feel about the results. I do, however, feel like I should share as much about my Japanese discoveries, as I can. Just doing my part in down playing Americans as ignorant and unapologetic, to the Japanese, I guess.

this was how they looked as soon as I dropped them into a glass of room temp water.

Within an hour, they began to swell up a little

After about 5 hours, they kind of just dissolved into the glass. I was tired and the only thing I wanted after seeing these results, was a Shirley Temple. Unamused, I went to bed.

When I woke up, I was pretty excited to see these bouncy balls, that felt like a hardened Jello, filling the glass.

I don’t know what to do with them, but they’re pretty rad! A bag of them costs about 50 cents, so perhaps I can use them as an alternative to snow balls, in the summer time.

One Photo From 1.1.11.

January 2, 2011

Despite the fact that I most defiantly have flu monsters crawling around in my system, I think its off to a good start.

Thank heaven for two thousand and eleven.

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?!

 

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



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