Something I Learned Today
Lockhart Steele at Schiller's Liquor Bar, the monstrous result of co-marketing efforts by Apple, Movable Type, and Thomas Pink.
Evil lurks in every corner, the right-angles (yet so very wrong) of the Lower East Side are no exception. I head over to Schiller's for lunch on Friday with La Depressionada (us non-working, rent-stabilized benefactor types have to stick together) and we see the special of the day on display: asshole-blogging. (Apparently if you spoon out the eyes, add liberal amounts of tartar sauce, and kick it back with a Corona Light it's not entirely terrible.) I got the cheese-steak sandwich.
"Television man is crazy saying we’re juvenile deliquent wrecks..."
More interesting than lunch is the launch of MNspeak.com by Rex Sorgatz and Chuck Olsen. Every city deserves a Gawker/Gothamist mash-up and now Young Minneapolites can mix with their own minus the "mean-ness" of the former and the staleness of the latter. (Jake, I jest. Love that interview feature.) Zen Arcade enthusiasts rejoice!
Comments:
i must admit i was a tad concerned about the nexus of keyboard and frites. my cruella-de-ville-like fashion compassion compels me to give mr. locke a few words of advice: new bohemians ought not be caught working nor in a stripey. o the indignity.
and you krucoff, if you divulge all my lesser secrets -- stabilization! benefactors! -- hereupon how can you expect me to spill the really good stuff? you know the stuff sac is always begging for.
i found a little something that seems appropriate for all of us (at schillers and elsewhere).
Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth
And when I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange
Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let's drink to the uncounted heads
Let's think of the wavering millions
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead
Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio
And when I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
Or don't they look so strange
Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Let's drink to the two thousand million
Let's think of the humble of birth
"Over the teeth/ and past the tongue/ look out liver/ here it come!"
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