A mountain of pecorino… Bring on the Carbonara please!
The Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill by Banksy. New York
A while ago (probably not last year, but way earlier than last month) Ronen and I were killing time eating Pizza and he took me to see Banksy’s pet shop.
A whole shop of awesome, let me tell you. Pictured above: Caged monkey watches the Discovery channel (Naked Monkey Channel!)
+ new york + Ronen + artwork +
Balthazar Ginger Citrus Iced Tea (minus the ice). Making its way up to 64th & York in a cab. When we reach our destination, the ice shall be added.
It’s sort of a lot of work for a drink. But it’s the kind of drink that makes it worth it.
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They finally told me I could tell you the news. I’m gonna host Saturday Night Live. WHAT?
I’ve known for a couple months now. Wasn’t allowed to tell anybody. Still wrapping my head around it. Hard to believe it’s happening. I know it sounds cliché, but I really have watched that show ever since I was a little little kid, and it really does occupy a unique place in my big picture. thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you.
I’m still not exactly sure what/how hitRECord/tumblr/vimeo/everyone can play a part in my NY experience that week. I imagine something will work itself out. Got any ideas?
more to come…
<3
I am really REALLY excited about this. Awesome news any year, but especially because SNL is rocking it again. And Joe has been rocking it for a long time.
Sketches I’d like to see: a. Joe doing something musical b. Joe doing a digital short with Andy Samberg (maybe this is where the hitRECord/tumblr/vimeo thing can work itself in) c. Joe doing ANYTHING with Kristin Wiig.
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Dashboard Pairs
I almost just reblogged both of these separately without thinking about the connection.
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Christianity?
Communion was the greatest event when I was 12. I was elevated with the idea of eating Jesus’s flesh and drinking his blood. How cool is that?! On my knees I confessed my undos and bad behavior to the priest but I couldn’t remember anything to tell him…so I said: “I’m told to be an “A” grade student…and so I am. But when I’m not I invent things to look better in the eyes of my father, so he won’t crucify me for taking C in Chemistry”. Yes. I used the word crucify thinking the priest would like that. I guess the priest didn’t think I sinned much so he released me right away. And I visualized Christ so realistically coming to me and holding my hands to eat his body. It all sounds so creepy now. But it was so beautiful at the time. I fancied that if I had not been a good Catholic I would go to hell and not deserve his flesh.
Now, I’m 23. I’m still going to church. But I can’t visualize him anymore. Have I not been good? Probably not. I probably failed more Chemistry tests and then reality showed up to fail all over me. Sometimes I’m not sure why I go to church. Sometimes people look at me like I have a huge pumpkin in my head for going to church. But I do. And I like it there. Not because I visualize Christ (I tried, but I guess I don’t have the talent). It’s because I’m trying to understand. And I have tried since I eat that flesh and told the priest it didn’t taste like anything. I have tried sitting by my grandma and spying on her prayers. What was she doing that I wasn’t? What was I missing? What have I done that nothing seems to make sense. If that is not enough to question…I don’t know what is.
It’s interesting when a pocket-watch keeps ticking, even after you stop winding it.
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I’ll admit I’m a tall man, but this is one short truck.
Only in England, I suppose. Or Japan. Lordy, when I go to Japan, I’m going to be a monster, aren’t I? (Did I mention I am going to Japan?)
