Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Auld Lang Snack

“The following song, an old song, of the olden times, and which has never been in print, nor even in manuscript until I took it down from an old man"
-Robert Burns, on his poem "Auld Lang Syne."

"I mean, 'Should old acquaintance be forgot'? Does that mean that we should forget old acquaintances, or does it mean if we happened to forget them, we should remember them, which is not possible because we already forgot?".
-Harry, from When Harry Met Sally

Click Below to Watch The Best Use of "Auld Lang Syne," and Probably Cry:

fotografia courtesy of googz

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Leaving Las VegaSnack

I used to write a lot of poetry.

Now it's two years later

and I'm stuck on a plane

with some schoolmarmy flight attendants,

a dude from Vassar on my left flank,

a chick from Bard on my right,

a hacking cough, Claritin notwithstanding,

and some Rilke.

They put us in a hangar

to dry the ice off our wings

so we left two hours late.

I have no way out of Vegas,

which some would deem no awful thing.

Maybe I'll stay at the Excalibur

and walk around and take pictures

or collect porn advertisements

for my yet-to-be-titled poen scrapbook.

Maybe I'll rent a car

and be slightly afraid as I venture,


across the Hoover dam

into the darkness and subsequent light.

The future holds so much potential.

The world is full of possibility.
-scribbled last Saturday, on a plane (eventually) headed home for the holidays.

A Snack, Covered in Fresh Ground Pepper

Fresh Ground Pepper's
Inaugural Open Mic Extravaganza!
presented by The Centrifuge
on The First Friday of 2009!
January the 2nd.

The 45th Street Theatre
354 West 45th Street
between 8th and 9th Avenues
2nd Floor

Cost: FREE!!!!

We will have drinks, new-year merriment, and a variety-show style evening of works-in-development

The night begins at 7 pm
Featured Artists: You.

Otherwise, the mic will be open for you to bring new artistic works of all shapes and sizes.
Bring anything and everything. If you don't have something yet, you have TEN days to CREATE. It's not every day we have an THEATRE TO OURSELVES and a roomful of artists! Even if you want to bring writing, find actors there, and have them read for us, that's perfect.

We can't wait to see you!
We can't wait to see what you bring to the table!
Let's kick in the New Year with some Fresh Ground Pepper!
for more information email:

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

SoundBite ShoeSnack

"No, I — look, first of all, I didn't much time to reflect on anything. I was ducking and dodging. And I — first of all, it has got to be one of the most weird moments of my presidency."

President Bush, on the shoe-throwing incident.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Journal Snacks

"There goes a man with a feather in his cap."

Remember the alamo.

They are the Andrews to their Bobs.


Meanwhile, Simon decides, "I've had enough amateur boxing."

Attempted Artistry.

Palm readers.

Read Milton Friedman?

hamster on a piano

sounds like a personal problem

clint eastwood?

Jerry and the Pacemakers. cat sleepovers. collegiates. inaugz. BC interception for TD!that dragonheart theater.

sheep sexism/sheep gender issues--> "bellweather"

"we live behind the fry's."


"the job of the writer is to make the strange familiar and the familiar strange."
we could use my top hat!

Thursday, December 4, 2008


I have trouble enjoying breakfast.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Question Snack


Thursday, November 20, 2008


Instead of writing, I have been reading.

Have you been reading? And wot?

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Bleaghh! Snack

fotografia courtesy of gawker

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Snacking Snack

Old Gender Roles With Your Dinner?

By Frank Bruni

Published October 7, 2008

fotografia courtesy of Tony Cenicol/The New York Times

Modern Love Snack

by Joel Walkowski
published June 8, 2008

Runner up in the NYTimes Modern Love College Essay Contest

fotografia courtesy of

Post Snack

I saw Matthew R. Gehring's PostSecret play last night. I was very much moved by the experience. It plays for the rest of the week on the 2nd floor of Tisch. I would post more information but I think it's sold out.
Upon much musing, I have decided that this snack site is sort of a descendant or derivative of PostSecret. What it stands for, how it operates. Tiny things that bring to mind larger things. Or large things, made small. Nibblets and Tidbits, Snacks and Secrets.


Another column from The State Press at ASU.

Lesson from the grief-striken

By:Alex Petrusek
Published On:Thursday, September 4, 2008

This past week, I lost someone very dear to me.

I had spent the entire day at school, either in class or at meetings, re-immersing myself in the world of ASU. My mind was busy with buying books, making classes on time, clubs I was interested in and, of course, pretty girls.

By the time I got home and the news hit me, all of the previous twelve or so hours faded into trivial oblivion.

In the following days, I wore a black armband to commemorate her loss; partly to remind me of her presence, partly to remind me of how easily I’d lost sight of that presence.

I knew she was sick, and that the end could come any time. But I didn’t think about her inevitable death solely because I didn’t want to think about it.

Yet it happened anyway.

Life, however, continues onwards, whether I’m ready or not. Throughout this week, I have been continually struck with a combination of sadness and detachment.

I feel regret that I didn’t fully appreciate that which matters, not just in the passing of my friend, but throughout my life. I feel regret at walking through life with selective tunnel vision, focused on the flashy and immediate instead of the beauty I already know and love.

However, the experience hasn’t been entirely negative; I also feel a strange and powerful appreciation and acceptance.

Existence really does play by its own rules, and we all must come to terms with that which is out of our realm of control.

In the end, despite the pain I feel now, I know I am a very lucky man. Our lifestyles often perpetuate a busy schedule, and many of us end up involved in so many activities, attitudes, and “obligations” we forget who we are, where we’ve come from, and who has helped us shape that identity. Those closest to us, our families and close friends, appear to be guarantees, as running constants in a vastly changing life.

I assure you, they are no more constant than a single wave on a shore.In the upcoming days, look around at your friends and family. Slow down, collect your thoughts and busy schedule; listen to their words, pay attention to their actions, and appreciate that, for the moment, you are together.

You have been allowed that moment to share each other’s lives.

And that’s the only guarantee, really; a series of moments, to be appreciated one by one until they’re gone.

Because when those moments end, all you’re left with are memories, a picture-like shadow of what once existed in reality.

We may have our memories, but we cannot replace what has been lost. We cannot take it with us.

But we can appreciate it while we have it.

fotografia courtesy of

Tinker Snack


1. (esp. formerly) a travelling mender of pots and pans
2. (Scot & Irish) a Gypsy
3. a mischievous child

verb (to tinker with)
1. To try to repair or improve (something) by making lots of minor adjustments
2. To make unskilled or experimental efforts at repair; fiddle

[origin unknown]

Friday, September 26, 2008

Yankee Snack

Yankees' postseason absence 'weird'
Seeing Cathedral dark will be new experience for many
By Mark Newman /

Not gonna lie...I'm pretty stoked. Schadenfreude?

Silt Snack

"Silt is soil or rock derived granular material of a grain size between sand and clay. Silt may occur as a soil or as suspended sediment in a surface water body. It may also exist as soil deposited at the bottom of a water body."


It is also the subject of a very important essay assigned to Doug Funnie.

Watch the episode here: Doug's Lost Weekend

Inspiration for this post provided by Sunil Gopal.


Tara Donovan was one of this year's recipients of the MacArthur Foundation "genius" grant. Subsequently, she was profiled in the NYTimes this week.

by Carol Kino

a nifty slideshow is accompanied here: "Material Wonders"
fotografia courtesy of Ellen Labenski, Tara Donovan, and PaceWildenstein NY


A reminder to all of those Presidential hopefuls in the wake of debate-time. Big ups to Willy Shakes for laying it out loud and clear.

Subject: A Rebirth of Snacks

Originally Sent June 20, 2008

Snacks on Speechmaking:

-Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.

-Do not saw the airtoo much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.

-Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.

-O, reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.

-Go, make you ready.
fotografia courtesy of reuters.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

W. Snack

A movie poster for W.


A dear friend of mine from Phoenix, Alex Petrusek, is a new columnist this year with Arizona State University's newspaper, The State Press. I have decided to re-distribute some of his columns for those of us who are not privileged enough to be amidst his words on a regular basis.

Facing a bright future by questioning

Published On:Wednesday, August 27, 2008

You and I live in charmed circumstances.

The very lifestyle you were born into has afforded you the ability to attend this University, to pick up the very paper you hold right now and see these words I have written for you to read. In comparison to most of the world, we are all very lucky to be where we are today.

Strangely, despite it all, despite the air conditioning, the latest technology from Apple and all the gourmet coffee we can drink, I cannot ignore the undertone of desperate disconnect and unhappiness in this affluent world, in this University/city/state/nation you and I share.

Marriages are failing, isolation grows and people are becoming more and more inept at basic human interaction. We continue to pay an emotional price for having more and doing less.

Yet, in the ever-false façade of the American dream, I see more and more cracks forming, more and more plaster falling away to reveal the raw, emotional, beating heart that lies beneath.

That heart is strong, and it is beautiful. It is the heart that provides for love, compassion, honor, generosity and everything else worth preserving in the human condition.

But that heart has been abused, ignored, even forgotten, because of years of material prosperity, ill-fated conflict, cold war, terrorism and the constant fear that at one point, at any point, our lives could be taken away in an instant.

Fear, hate, greed and apathy have corroded the quality of our lives for too long.

As young people in this country, we inherited a system of government, a culture and a society we did not ask for. We did not ask for poverty, for massive debt or low-quality education, for broken homes or emotional immaturity. It has been handed to us.

But we have our youth, and we cannot allow our collective hearts to become embittered, as has happened to generations before. The future is bright, and the distance between the desperation of the present and the enlightenment of tomorrow is much less than it appears.

The aim of my column this semester is to offer a questioning of the deeper aspects of our collective experience — the questions about life that I have found no extant four-year university can inspire.

If we really are the future of this country, it is reliant upon us, and only us, to arm ourselves — not with weapons, but with the required intellect and emotional maturity to handle the rapid changes that will confront all of our futures.

And in this task, I hope I may be of service.

Alex can be reached by e-mail at

Wasilla Snack

Courtesy of our own Prague Agog, Max Reuben:

It is a website that lists various things that contain as many people as the great Alaskan town of Wasilla, home of my Auntie Pola and the ever-infamous Governor Sarah Palin. Pictured above, a giant LAN party in Texas that attracted 6,000 people.

Paint Snack

If playing with words are not your style, then perhaps playing with pollock paint is.

Word Snack

Need to get your creative and/or writerly juices flowing? Never look back with the helpful nudges and hints this website provides. They all come in the form of


Subject: A Rebirth of Snacks

Originally Sent June 20, 2008

Snacks, Literally

cheese fondue
Recipe from Gourmet Magazine, 1966.
Servings: About 6


1 garlic clove, halved crosswise
1 1/2 cups dry white wine (preferably Swiss, such as Fendant)
1 tablespoon cornstarch
2 teaspoons kirsch
1/2 lb Emmental cheese, coarsely grated (2 cups)
1/2 lb Gruyère , coarsely grated (2 cups)

Accompaniment: cubes of French bread on fondue forks or long wooden skewer
Special equipment: a fondue pot
-Rub inside of a 4-quart heavy pot with cut sides of garlic, then discard garlic.
-Add wine to pot and bring just to a simmer over moderate heat.
-Stir together cornstarch and kirsch in a cup.
-Gradually add cheese to pot and cook, stirring constantly in a zigzag pattern (not a circular motion) to prevent cheese from balling up, until cheese is just melted and creamy (do not let boil).
-Stir cornstarch mixture again and stir into fondue.
-Bring fondue to a simmer and cook, stirring, until thickened, 5 to 8 minutes.
-Transfer to fondue pot set over a flame and serve with bread for dipping.
fotografia courtesy of googlegooglegoogle


Subject: A Rebirth of Snacks
Originally Sent June 20, 2008

Most Ev'rybody

Loves Somebody, so why not

Call them, and tell them?

Saturday, September 20, 2008


One of my recent Snacks was actually a Snack Package- a Snackage, if you will! Many snacks, compromised of events, snagged poetry, et cet.  I shall break it up into a few manageable bits for these reentries.

Subject: A Rebirth of Snacks
Originally Sent June 20, 2008

Tiny Snack
I don't know who Jelaluddin Rumi is but his birth name was Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi and he said

"Reason is powerless in the expression of Love."

an unLogged and quasistrange additive to this idea:

Muppet Snack

by Brooks Barnes

Thursday, September 18, 2008


Text Snack

McSweeney's Snack

Jane AustenTries Her Hand at Advertising.
- - - -
Mr. Clean? Of the Derbyshire Cleans?

An Army of One ... Dishonorable Man Who Is No Longer Invited to Our Private Balls.

The Best Part of Living in a Claustrophobic Society With Little to No Social Mobility Where Individuals Are Valued for Their Land and Yearly Income ... Is Folgers in Your Cup.

Maybe She's Born With It. Maybe She's Destined for Spinsterhood.

Dude, You're Getting a Carriage.
quasifotografia courtesy of McSweeney's

Schnabel Snack

Harmonic Convergence: When Julian Met Plácido
by Charles McGrath

Julian Schnabel was commissioned by the Metropolitan Opera to paint a portrait of Plácido Domingo wearing a cape and things. Plácido Domingo is my favorite of The Three Tenors. Julian Schnabel is a painter who directed The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.

fotografia courtesy of Richard Perry for


Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Bitter Snack

A few readers' reviews of East Village French Bistro Tree, thanks to

Posted by Party Peter on 07/09/2007

Get out of me Tree

Tree is a place that brings one back to the way New York City is supposed to be. For the trust fund brats, for the hedge fund cronies, for the rest of the scum that expects their every whim to be catered to beyond their deserving, this is not the place for you. The service will not accommodate your asinine, high, pompous thoughts of how special you are. After all, there are places made for you, go there. Tree is a place where one may come to be a part of a family, eat spectacular food from Andy, and enjoy a little pot of gold (or wine) from Column. As of late, New York City has been infested with mediocrity. There are festering brats who move here to be cool and bring down those who have been home here for more than twenty years. If you are of the latter, Tree is the place for you. If you are of the former, go back where you came from, you'll be cool there. This is not a place where your trust makes you special. At Tree, you are special if you can appreciate. The garden is spectacular. The waitresses are an eclectic and adorable assortment of girls who, when treated in kind, are only too happy to accommodate any reasonable request. As it is yet six months old and packed most nights, start up success jitters are to be expected. There is a reason they are packed so close to their opening. The food is some of the best anywhere near the price range anywhere near New York City. The selection of wine is exceptionally reasonable. The service, as it should be, is doing a great job in keeping up with the demands of such a small kitchen. The atmosphere is quite homey, New York charm on the inside, and wonderfully airy in the garden. Tree is a family who will stick together and welcome you with open arms if you are deserving. They do well with or without you, so that deserving must be earned. You cannot expect it simply because you are using Daddy's visa (they don't take Visa anyway, so you'll have to get a cash advance before you go).

Posted by Trustfundbaby on 07/13/2007

WowI just hope I'm never at a party Peter's at. He's got issues. Call me Pete-I'll spot you a 20 for dessert...x
fotografia courtesy of

Monday, September 15, 2008


Originally emailed February 26, 2008

Subject: A Snack I Found in Baackstage Magazine

"creative capital, a new york-based nonprofit orgaization, is accepting grant applications for work in emerging fields, innovative literature, or the performing arts. The deadline is March 4th. Submissions must include an inquiry form regarding your project and how, in conjunction with the grant, it will be catalytic for your artistic and professional growth; the influences that inform your work and how it takes an inventive and original approach to form and content; a basic budget; the audience for your project; and only possible presenting venues. For more information and guidelines, visit "

The interesting thing about this snacklog- it pertained to a deadline, and upon my further investigation, a grant provided for artists 25 and older. well, gee golly shucks.

Muddy Snack


1. an area of miry or boggy ground whose surface yields under the tread; a bog.
2. a situation from which extrication is very difficult.
3. anything soft or flabby.
What is your quagmire?
fotografia courtesy of

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Overheard Snack

"(six-year-old boy tries to cross street against traffic)
Father, grabbing boy's hand: Whoa, little man! That's dangerous!
Six-year-old boy: Daddy, I eat danger for breakfast.
--Ocean & Newkirk, Brooklyn"

Daily Shnack

The Huffington Post has posted the MOST HILARIOUS THING
and because my computer at work is silly, I can't post the actual video here.
Those Daily Show-ers are in line with The Brilliants.

Life Snack

by Theresa Brown
warning: this article is, in parts, incredibly graphic. the end paragraph, however, had me in tears realization? not quite sure. but all of this confusion, at work.
fotografia courtesy of googlegooglegoogle

Exploding Snack

Thank you Scoville for the linky.

Wiki Snack- Hiatus


"Hiatus may refer to:
A period of time where one is on a break
A break or interruption in the continuity of a work, series, action, etc. (See recess)
Hiatus (anatomy), a natural fissure in a structure
A small difference in pitch between two musical tones (see Interval (music))
Hiatus (linguistics), a phonological term referring to the lack of a consonant separating two vowels in separate syllables, as in co-operation
Hiatus (television), a break of several weeks in television scheduling
Hiatus (band), a Belgian crustcore band
A euphemism for unemployment
"Hiatus" (30 Rock), an episode of the television series 30 Rock "

fotografia courtesy of googlegooglegoogle

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Bat Snack

Featuring Batman and Robin

Tuesday, August 26, 2008


Originally emailed January 17, 2008

Subject: A Snack for Others
fotografia courtesy of googlegooglegoogle

Woody Snack

Woody's journalistic account of filming Vicky Christina Barcelona. I have not seen the movie yet, but he is hilarious.
fotografia courtesy of Victor Bello and

Monday, August 25, 2008

Art Snack?

I realized, in tagging my last post ("Yack Snack"), that it was the first time I have ever tagged a post as


Which brings to mind the question:

Was nothing on this blog before this an example of art?
Why has art never come into play? Even after multiple posts on books and movies and dance shows and a museum exhibit ?
Should I backlog and tag everything as art?
And of course (haw haw), What is art?


Yack Snack

An installation by Andrea Canalito.

Thank you, Alyssa Yackley, for these snack-minded snaps!

Magical Snack

According to The Medieval Beastiary, the manticore is a composite beast. Using judgement and word skills, I would posit that a "composite beast" is a beast comprised of two or more other beasts. In this case, the mushed-together-beasts (and bits stolen) in question are man (face), lion (body), and scorpion (tail). A first known mention of the manticore in literary works was made by Pliny the Elder, whose existence is a snack unto itself indeed.
The literal translation for manticore is "man-eater," which is clearly why its name is shared with the yacht of that crazy killer chick in GoldenEye.

fotografias courtesy of googlegooglegoogle

Friday, August 22, 2008


Originally emailed November 8, 2007

Subject: Midnight Snacks

"We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, "Oh, nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts- not to hurt others."
-George Eliot, Middlemarch
fotografia courtesy of me

Cunning Snack



I guess I have Merce on my mind

"Double or Nothing," by Joan Acocella

An article from 2003 on the BAM dance show he did; live accompaniment provided by Radiohead and Sigur Ros

fotografias courtesy of googlegooglegoogle

Dia: Snack

This was my favorite exhibit at Dia:Beacon when I went earlier this summer. It involves Merce Cunningham and John Cage and love post death, and film, and silence (of course) and a great, vast, dark expanse.

An article about it in the New York Times appeared today. Here is the link!

"Oh So Quiet" by Holland Cotter (which is a snack of a name, if I do say so myself)

fotografia courtesy of

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Summer Jamz Snack

Free Spa Snack

Date: Wednesday, August 20th

Time: 12:00pm - 7:00pm

Location: Spa Chinois (44 West 55th Street, 5th Floor)

Cost: Free
Spa Chinois invites you to drop by today and get free spa services anytime between 12pm and 7pm. Choose choose from a free Foot Scrub, Eyebrow, lip or chin wax, Chinois Couture Face Mask or Hair Styling. While you're there all gift certificates are 30% off as well as any treatments you book during the party. Plus, free gift bags for the first 200 guests.
I really hope someone I know can take advantage of this as I am stucky stuck at worky work during the given horas.


Originally emailed November 29th, 2007

Subject : one of these snacks is not like the other

there are three snackies in this giant grab bag. i'm not sure how they're related, but somehow i feel a connection. munch on them as you will!

Snack One: Ambiguity
"The notion of ambiguity must not be confused with that of absurdity. To declare that existence is absurd is to deny that it can ever be given a meaning; to say that it is ambiguous is to assert that its meaning is never fixed, that it must be constantly's condition is ambiguous that he seeks, through failure and outrageousness, to save his existence...So it is with any activity; faillure and success are two aspects of reality which at the start are not perceptible. That is what makes criticism so easy and art so difficult: the critic is always in a good position to show the limits that every artist gives himself in choosing himself; painting is not given completely either in Giotta or Titan or Cezanne; it is sought through the centuries and is never finished; a painting in which all pictorial problems are resolved is really inconceivable; painting itself is this movement toward its own reality; it is not the vain displacement of a millstone turning in the void; it concretes itself on each canvas as an absolute existence. Art and science do not establish themselves despite failure but through it; which does not prevent there being truths and errors, masterpieces and lemons, depending upon whether the discovery or the painting has or has not known how to win the adherence of human consciousness; this amounts to saying that failure, always ineluctable, is in certain cases spared and others not.It is interesting to pursure this comparison; not that we are likening action to a work of art or a scientific theory, but because in any case human transcendance most cope with the same problem: it has to found itself, though it is prohibited from ever fulfilling itself. Now, we know that neither science nor art ever leaves it up to the future to justify its existence. In no age does art consider itself as something which is paving the way for has, however, always wanted to be a total expression of the world, and it is in its totality that in each age it again raises the question of its own validity. There we have an example of how a man must, in any event, assume his finiteness: not by treating his existence as transitory or relative but by reflecting the infinite within it, that is, by treating it as absolute. There is an art only because at every moment art has willed itself absolutely; likewise there is a liberation of man only if, in aiming at itself, freedom is achieved absolutely in the very fact of aiming at itself. This requires that each action be considered as a finished form whose different moments, instead of fleeing toward the future in order to find there their justification, reflect and confirm one another so well that there is no longer a sharp justification between present and future, between means and ends."
-Simone de Beauvoir, "The Ethics of Ambiguity"

Snack Two: Ambivalence
"There has been a thunder-storm; the ground, as far as they eye can reach, is covered with white hail; the clouds are gone, and overhead a deep blue sky is showing; far off a great rainbow rests on the white earth. We, standing in a window to look, feel the cool, unspeakably sweet wind bloiwing in on us, and a feeling of longing comes over us-- unutterable longing, we cannot tell for what. We are so small, our head only reaches as high as the first three panes. We look at the white earth, and the rainbow, and the blue sky; and oh, we want it, we want-- we do not know what. We cry as though our heart is broken. When one lifts our little body from the window we cannot tell what ails us. We run away to play.So looks the first year."
-Olive Schreiner, "The Story of an African Farm"

Snack Three: Audacity?
- Destiny's Child, "Eight Days of Christmas"