"In the late 1970s and early ‘80s, from Sacramento to San Francisco, some of the state’s most important punk venues were actually Chinese and Filipino restaurants. At eateries like Sacramento’s China Wagon and Kin’s Coloma, or San Francisco’s Mabuhay Gardens, now-iconic bands such as X, the Germs, and Black Flag played some of their most memorable early gigs. . . . Unbelievably, the Hong Kong continued dinner service as usual during gigs, which took place almost every night."
Lovely spouse is doing well with her ankle replacement, so far. And though she's not the biggest fan of Chinese food, and though the Hospital for Special Surgery's food is not the worst, she loves me enough to let me order from a nearby Szechuan place, Hui Restaurant and Bar, from which she enjoys steamed dumplings and I enjoy the spicy fleshier dishes.
But if she really loved me, wouldn't she want to order the "Husband and Wife"?
Yes, it is. My privacyless childhood afloat was a little short of traumatic. A trigger warning for the search result would've been appreciated.
Of course, we did catch lobsters from an illegal trap off the bow, and dined on them regularly (steamed).
As an adult, I would not choose to eat what crawled on the muck of that mostly dead recreational-marina mud bottom. Which includes several bottles of wine that, as a teen, I secretly drank and then sank to hide the evidence. They were mostly from a case of Beaujolais-Villages. Liveaboard parents get lots of liquor as gifts, because everyone knows you don't have room for many knickknacks.
More photos at the link below if anyone's interested, from my Craigslist ad. My father had still lived on it till he died a couple of years ago. It was uninsurable and its engines were neglected. I sold it for a dollar ($2,500 towing fee paid by the buyer).
Posted by Josh Karpf
on 26 September 2018 - 08:00 PM
I am thrilled to report that, a month after our moving in to our new apartment, a year and a half after moving out of our old one, after all the renovation stress, that we've had our last or second-to-last punch-list visit by the builders. And we love our new kitchen, built in the former dining room and open to the entryway and living room. (What ten feet remained of the living room. Lovely spouse took the other twenty feet for her art studio.)
Not shown above: the range hood, which was finally installed yesterday, after three months of stalling by our appliance vendor after they sent us the wrong model/size. Another vendor sold us another hood in just a couple of days, and the contractors installed it yesterday. I've asked them to replace the 7" aluminum-foil-w/-coils ducting with an 8" sheet-metal duct. I fought hard in May for 8"-diameter not-very-bendy sheet metal to the wall vent.
The contractor claims there isn't enough room above the hood for a sheet-metal bend. Maybe they're right. But this would not have been the first cheap shortcut they've taken.
“The car was not just parked, but double parked, which people forget, is illegal. It was on 21st Street in Long island City, Queens, next to PS1, and just across from the post office. The driver flung the door open without looking, and my friend Aaron Padwee, riding his beloved bicycle in lawful manner, was doored. He was thrown into the path of a box truck, and was run over. The truck was driven by an unlicensed operator. Aaron sustained massive head and chest trauma. EMS responded quickly, but he was declared dead at hospital. The truck driver was charged, but other than operating a vehicle without a license, he is only indirectly responsible. The Queens district attorney refuses to charge the driver of the car, whose carelessness triggered the event which led to Aaron's death. Forget double parking, DOORING someone is a crime. If this law was enforced, people might be made aware, and future senseless deaths could be avoided. I think Aaron would be onboard with this. Aaron was the kindest, gentle man, whom everyone loved. Rest in Peace, Aaron Padwee, 1973-2018.”
On Twitter, the local politician who boasted of telling local TV news that there should be charges is, instead of being thanked by constituents, chided for not having done enough to make streets safer for bikers in the first place.
On the politician's comparable Facebook post, the comments are more victim-blaming.
Tonight I'll raise a glass of slightly vegetal vino to Aaron.
Speaking of toilets and firmware . . . I'm now shopping for an electric range, and have found one, the GE PHB920SJSS, that works with Alexa. Mostly for the oven, except for broiling; and not for the cooktop.
I hate Alexa/Siri/etc. for making me feel I'm navigating a phone service menu. But the old apartment we're renovating is so spindly long, with our work spaces at opposite ends, that we plan to use Alexa as at least as an intercom.
We have to return the BlueStar we'd already bought (25% restocking fee) because the architects were overoptimistic about whether the gas line would work. The utility refused to test before a range was installed. The gas line passed our first plumber test, but not the second.
I'm supposed to avoid raised blood pressure, thanks to a week-old wisdom-tooth extraction. It had only just erupted; I'm 51. But as of yesterday, I will blame my builders for my new dry socket.
Posted by Josh Karpf
on 09 February 2018 - 08:38 PM
The day that my fridge tells me what I need to buy, or talks to me via my iPhone, or shows me what's inside via some sort of display, is the day that my knives need to be taken away from me.
The first such fridge I played with -- at another open house; can you tell I love those; a MF Sunday group outing could start with a home with a 20" landlord-hates-you electric Hotpoint range and end with a Viking Tuscany doubling as a ceramic kiln -- was a "WiFi Samsung Refrigerator with an interactive LCD display." A 2015-ish model of this, it let you read tweeted recipes, yet could not tweet out.
Posted by Josh Karpf
on 31 December 2017 - 04:46 PM
Making pork/chicken/shrimp/confit duck leg/scallions/spring onion/cabbage/bamboo shoot/snow pea pods/ginger/garlic/red bell peppers/carrots/water chestnuts/fresh and dried shitake/bok choy/cilantro/chives/daikon/chile/black sesame seed/sticky rice/rice wine/rice vinegar/oyster sauce/hoisin/Sriracha/chile paste/five spice/Szechuan peppercorns/orange peel/soy/fish sauce/bean sprout/lemongrass/dried black mushrooms, dried shitake mushrooms/dried prawn/red bean paste (or some combo from that shopping list) dumplings all evening, with cocktails.
Our group of friends has enjoyed Gramercy's pan-banging NYT for several years, and the James Beard House one year, but we feel like saving some dough and making a big mess with premade dough wrappers now.
Posted by Josh Karpf
on 11 September 2017 - 02:53 PM
(Spouse-promotion disclaimer.) There's a floor of afewcoopgalleries at 530 West 25th Street, 4th floor, halfway down a block past the High Line, that includes my lovely spouse's solo show at Noho Gallery. These abstract sculptures she spins/dyes/weaves/stuff are all about heartbreak . . . preceding me, she assures me.
Unfortunately all the galleries had their openings last week. So there'll be no wine-and-cheese foraging this coming Thursday. Maybe at the ground-floor gallery, which is a pay-for-play vanity gallery.