Showing posts with label Alcohol And Explosives. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alcohol And Explosives. Show all posts

24 September 2010

It's Going To Be Rough Shoving Your Gut Into One


In all likelihood, this will be my last blog post for a while--possibly until mid-October.

You see, I'm getting married.

Tomorrow marks one week to the day that me and my best friend will agree to drive each other crazy for the rest of our lives.

So between the prep, and the big day, and the honeymoon, yeah, I won't be back for a bit.

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After the tremendous success of my last post, I decided to go a similar route. And really, what better way to go out then with a bunch of delicious shit to read to tide you over until my triumphant return from Spain, armed with food porn-alicious shots of seafood?

Anyhow:

This is a piece called, "So You Wanna Be a Chef." It's by Anthony Bourdain, taken from his latest offering Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook. It's a fun piece that offers some serious advice to those considering culinary arts school, offered up in the usual Bourdain manner.

Next is a couple of pieces by Austin Seraphin, a blind Apple fan. This is from June, a post about his first week with his new iPhone, and this is from September, a post about his purchase of a new iMac. Both will put Apple products, and technology in general, in a whole new perspective for you. Fascinating reads, seriously.

This is a short, but mind-blowing piece about the REAL rules of Monopoly, or at least, one rule in particular. I am one of the many who hasn't been playing by/with this rule, like, ever, and could see how adapting it would change the game entirely.

I debated including this piece from New York Magazine about Machiavellian pizza-maker Anthony Mangieri for a couple of reasons--first, it's old, from July of '09. But it's such an intense read, I just couldn't resist. Also, after I read it, and went to look up when and where I could get some of his uber-authentic pizza, (CAUTION--DO NOT READ THE NEXT SENTENCE UNTIL AFTER YOU'VE READ THE ARTICLE) and saw that he'd followed-through on his threat/promise to close up shop and move to the West Coast, I was heartbroken. I didn't want the same to happen to you. But then I realized it almost makes me appreciate his efforts even more. It's rare that you see people stupidly sticking to their guns, even in the face of a bunch of truth and reality that you should do otherwise. Kudos, Mangieri. Kudos.

Hey, look--a negative review of Jonathan Franzen's "Freedom."

This oral history of the making of Goodfellas from GQ has been making the rounds on the internet for a few days now, but it's so good, I can't afford to not re-post it. God, I love that movie.

This week was Food Week at Gizmodo, which is way better than any of the other themed-weeks, including Shark. This is one of the many awesome pieces they posted, an explanation of how food cooks.

So it came out this week that Joaquin Phoenix's beard/rap career/retirement was all part of an elaborate film project, and I, for one, think it's awesome. I don't care how many people say now that they knew it was fake the whole time--you motherfuckers thought it was real and you know it. And the internet hate of it just goes to show how on-point the idea was in the first place. Anyway, here's Casey Affleck dishing on all the details to Roger Ebert, and here's Joaquin's recent interview with Letterman where he makes amends for the last one.

Using the two words "French" and "Laundry" in succession to any foodie sparks an immediate reaction. Thomas Keller's Yountville, California restaurant isn't just a restaurant--it's a food mecca, the closest thing we have in this country to a landmark culinary destination. Sophie Brickman was granted inside access to write a piece on working there and this is what she produced.

The NBA will be using a new type of jersey this year, made by Adidas, and Paul Lukas, uniform guru, has an inside look. The jerseys are cut slimmer than in the past, which means it's going to be rough shoving your gut into one, although the grounds for a grown man/woman to wear any jersey of any type while not actively engaged in the sport is shaky at best.

In what will probably be a weekly trend, here's another article on why Android's openness is not really that wonderful of a thing.

And here's a video for you--The Get Up Kids performing "I'll Catch You," the song that Danielle and I predicted almost a decade ago would be the first dance at our wedding:



In eights days we get to see our prediction come true.


More soon (ish),
JS

31 August 2009

It sounds cheesy, but I am renewed in spirit today. It's the first day of classes at my job/home/alma mater. In celebration, I'm giving props to the one of the best finds by Gizmodo in a while:




That, my friends, is a cooler capable of holding six bottles of Jagermeister (and other assorted beverages), as well as delivering shots of said liquor through a conveniently-placed spigot.

What I'm wondering is if the bottle fits into a bracket of some sort, or if the cooler could be brought to a location, filled with the shotting liquid of your choice(SoCO & Lime? Red-Headed Slut? Liquid Cocaine?), and dispensed accordingly.

For $120, I might be picking this up regardless.

(via Gizmodo)


More soon.

JS

02 July 2009

What Could Be Better?



I'm pretty sure my favorite holiday is the 4th of July. And not because I'm some flag-wavin', G.I. Joe lovin', American flag-still-taped-to-the-antenna-of-my-car-since-2001-and-now-it's-rotting-and-falling-apart kind of guy.

No, it's much simpler than that: Booze and blowin' shit up.

Nothing gets me hotter than alcohol and explosives. And having an excuse to combine the two, all while celebrating juicy, delicious freedom?

Hell, what could be better?

So in honor of the big day, he's a couple of treats, both courtesy of Gizmodo and Gizmodo:

-This is probably the coolest board game ever:



Enigma Battleship Drinking Game?

Yes, please.

-And because there's nothing better than a smarmy drunk, watch this video so that while shit is blowing up all around you on Saturday, you can be THAT guy:



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And just on the off-chance that I wasn't clear enough, I wholeheartedly support the mixing of things that go "boom" and liquor. Just don't hold me responsible for any missing digits/relatives/relationships, alright? Cool.


More soon.

JS