Jan
Posted on 19th January 2009
Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. I bet Martin Luther King, Jr. would be totally freaking out if he knew what was going to happen tomorrow. And I bet somewhere Jesse Jackson is freaking out for real over what is going to happen tomorrow, albeit in kind of a different way. As for me, I’m pretty excited about the whole thing. I was going to head to Washington for the Obama inauguration tomorrow for the festivities but then decided the better seat at this point is probably in front of my television. And then maybe I’ll go to a party of some sort tomorrow night. I wonder if people will be singing that “ding dong the witch is dead” song.
As for this past weekend, I mostly ate stuff, ran around, and occasionally made small stabs at taking over the world. On Friday, I ate at one of my favorite restaurants in town, Dell’ Anima, which always delivers on being awesome and also Italian. Plus, everyone there is super nice so it’s an added bonus to the magical dining experience.
On Saturday, I ate the fuck out of some eggs, pork chops, plantains, rice, and beans at La Taza De Oro at 14th and 8th for lunch. I know eggs and pork chops is kind of pushing it, but that’s just how I’m living, Holmes. No rules.
Saturday night, I went to Bar Matchless in Greenpoint to host a benefit for 826NYC. On the bill that night were a bunch of great writers and also musician Blake Schwarzenbach (formerly of Jawbreaker and Jets to Brazil, now of the Thorns of Life), who is also a writer himself but focused on rocking this evening. I hope I did an okay job hosting the fuck out of that thing. Nobody pelted me with change at any point (a reference to a time when that actually happened to me once), so I’m putting it in the win column.
Yesterday, I met up with some friends for brunch at Half King over there on 10th and 23rd. I’d never been there in daylight before. It was solid. I had the huevos rancheros, not a regular choice for me, and found it delightful.
After brunch, we all headed to the big indoor flea market in Chelsea, where I bought an old German hunting target that featured really nice illustrations of a bear, a rabbit, a deer, and a few other animals that tend to have guns pointed at them. I was told the target was from 1910. Most of the other stuff at the flea market tended to be of the vintage clothes and old jewelry variety, but I was surprised to happen upon some other old German artifacts in the form of Nazi badges, pins, and rings. I guess there is interest in this sort of stuff, but it was kind of creepy to see it up close. I was kind of afraid to touch any of it. Then again, it was all under glass so I would have had to ask anyway. And then someone might have seen me and then next thing you know someone is running around saying, “You know who is really into Nazis? Dave Hill, that’s who.” Oh, I just don’t need the trouble.
Last night, I met up with some other friends and ate at Bombay Talkie, a really good Indian restaurant on 9th Avenue. They have cool paintings of scenes from Bollywood movies all over the place. I would have tried to sneak one out with me but the canvases are pretty huge, so I would have had to have a friend create a diversion. Too complicated. I guess I’ll just have to go back if I want to check them out again. Plus, the food gets the Dave thumbs up, so I totally want to go back anyway.
Okay, that about covers it. Until next time, stay street.
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