On Silence

After what has seemed an interminable amount of time, I find myself moved to return to my blog. During these past several months of relative cyber-silence, I have felt the steady vibration of this space; I knew I would eventually return, but was uncertain of when or how.

The well has not been dry; inspiration presented itself on an almost daily basis. Rather, I was deeply certain that I needed to steep, rather than step.

I'm excited to begin this journey again. The time is write.

So Said . . . Karl Marx

"Religion is the opium of the masses." -- Karl Marx

". . . and the methamphetamine of the asses." - he gay

Minor Obsessions: Big Booty Bread Co.

I need to write about this particular obsession before its classification shifts from minor to major.

Truth is, the point is rapidly approaching where I'd sell my ass for one of Big Booty Bread Co.'s peanut butter cookies -- big discs of peanut butter perfection, covered with chunks of crumbled Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and baked to that elusive point of crunchy, crumbly moistness.

Big Booty, probably best known for its killer red velvet cupcakes, sits on the North side of 23rd, just East of Eight Avenue, a couple doors down from the rotting corpse of what used to be Burgers & Cupcakes; thankfully Big Booty kicked its ass (and that ridiculous, monster pink cupcake spinning on top of its awning) back to its Hell's Kitchen location. Moral of the story: if you're gonna bring carbs and calories to Chelsea, they better damn well be worth it. And Big Booty bends over backwards (er, forwards?) to give you a lot of bang for the buck.

It all started when I was walking out of my gym after a workout and feeling like a reward. The mind behind Big Booty cleverly chose a location between New York Sports Club and David Barton gym and it wasn't long before I was swinging by on a daily basis.

Big Booty's treats aren't limited to the cases either; the now-bearded booty behind the logo (Jose Rojas) is easy to spot and has somehow managed to simultaneously keep the bakery namesake in perfect shape while clearly working it off.

Keep a lookout for Big Booty logo t-shirts and underwear, which fly out of the store as almost as quickly as its homemade goods.

h[eBay]: Warhol's "Trash" Poster (original)

After three years of searching for an affordable version, I finally scored an original movie poster from "Trash." The Warhol-produced 1970 film stars the incredible Joe Dallesandro and Factory superstar, Holly Woodlawn.

The U.S. version typically costs $500 and remained out of justifiable reach, so I compromised by buying the poster at right, measuring 23" x 33", from the German release of the film. It arrived in perfect shape, no holes or tears; an eBay score for $125.

The only poster that remains on my to-find, to-afford list is the original poster from Edith "Little Edie" Bouvier Beale's 1978 cabaret show at NYC's Reno Sweeney. Any leads?

Aha Moment: 03/26/2008, 1:28 PM

Awareness of one's insanity kinda defeats the purpose.