the woman who takes the orders (and the money) at the dumpling place has greeted me genially of late on a couple of occasions which is a far cry from how i used to be treated when the place was only half the size and they would serve every asian person before making eye contact with me.
so as they are packing up my dumplings to go she comes over and asks if i eat beef, and once i understood what she was saying i said yes. so she puts a container in my bag while telling me it was something she had made for the staff. i thanked her with whatever warmth i could muster and walked out pleased with the unexpected moment of humanity.
i have to admit i was somewhat apprehensive about the soup not knowing what spice or meat cut it might contain. but my curiosity got the best of me a few minutes ago and i puzzled over the red abisque before taking the leap , spoon first. then another, and it hit me... minestrone.
"This week, along with many others, I received a notice from Mark Rappaport detailing circumstances involving elements of his work – specifically DigiBeta tapes of his work, along with papers and such items, which he’d left with Ray Carney, Boston University Professor, Cassavetes expert, and enthusiastic promoter of so-called “independent film.” I’ve known Mark since the 70′s, and also have known Carney for some time. Here’s the notice"
Members of the hacktivist group Anonymous have released sixty hours of footage of the raid by the New York Police Department against Occupy Wall Street on November 15, 2011. The footage posted is from the NYPD’s Technical Assistance Research Unit (TARU), a surveillance unit that is regularly present at political demonstrations to film police actions. It was posted as a torrent for download late in the evening on September 23, 2012. A tiny sample of the footage, including a statement read by a member of Anonymous, was posted on YouTube.
gotta love this. the coach of real madrid was so excited at his clubs comeback victory in the opening match of the champions league that he couldnt contain himself. his dry cleaner might be less thrilled.
My mom just cancelled her subscription to the New Yorker. She had subscribed since 1960 and had been a reader since she was about twelve (1942). Her mother had been a reader since it's inception and a subscriber since the close of ww2. The magazine was ever-present in their Lexington Ky. home. Mom would walk down weekly to the news store the day it arrived. The reason for cancellation she explained was that the quality had gone down hill, the cost too high ($69.95 annual) and it had become too thin. Plus the cartoons haven't been funny in years.