April 12 on HBO
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Hear: Telegraph Ave ("Oakland" by Lloyd) by Childish Gambino
"...rich kid but he act like a gentleman..."
Eat: The Tucci Table
Stanley Tucci may be the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Our relationship hasn't always been the most stable. We first met in '92 when he was trying to steal a family dog. Then there was the time he killed a couple of Supreme Court justices. And I'll never forget the whole kidnap and murder a little girl in an underground bunker thing. But I forgave, and we persevered.
And when I needed someone to guide a hapless Anne Hathaway through the cutthroat world of women's magazines, Stanley was there. When I needed someone to be in love with Meryl Streep doing Julia Child voice for two hours, Stanley was there. And when I needed someone to make me smile while pretty teenagers killed each other for sport, Stanley. Was. There.
And now, he feeds me.....
The Tucci Table: Cooking With Family and Friends
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Hear: Twin Size Mattress by The Front Bottoms
".......maybe shake a tambourine, or when I sing you sing harmonies...."
Monday, February 2, 2015
Read: Sell Out by Simon Rich
Simon Rich and I are practically the same person. Simon Rich is 30 years old. I am 30 years old. Simon Rich has brunetteish hair. I have brunetteish hair. Simon Rich is Jewish. I am open to the idea of fish on bagels. But it is where we differ that makes him a more important human than me. Simon Rich is a gifted writer, providing the world with uniquely hilarious and poignant short stories, novels,, and now, TV shows. I merely write blogs about how Simon Rich is a gifted writer, providing the world with uniquely hilarious and poignant short stories, novels, and now, TV shows.
My favorite of Simon Rich’s works are his shorts for the New Yorker, particularly Sell Out. Sell Out is the tale of an immigrant pickle factory worker in early 1900’s New York. One fateful day, he falls into a vat of pickling brine and the lid is closed above him by mistake. In this vat he stays for 100 years, perfectly preserved, until some “conceptual artists” find him while reclaiming the abandoned pickle factory for a performance space. Science lets him know that he has a great-great-grandson named Simon Rich, who lives in Brooklyn. He moves in with Simon, and attempts to adjust to modern Brooklyn life. Hilarity ensues. But don’t take my word for it ....
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/sell-out-part-one
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