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Monday, May 12, 2021

From one of my most fave-o-reet episodes of “The Simpsons”, I present “Skinner & the Superintendent”, or (as I prefer) “Steamed Hams”:

And for good measure, the key exchange:

Superintendent Chalmers: I thought we were having steamed clams.
Seymour Skinner: Oh, no, I said steamed hams. That’s what I call hamburgers.
Superintendent Chalmers: You call hamburgers steamed hams?
Seymour Skinner: Yes, it’s a regional dialect.
Superintendent Chalmers: Uh-huh. What region?
Seymour Skinner: Uhh… Upstate New York.
Superintendent Chalmers: Really? Well, I’m from Utica, and I’ve never heard anyone use the phrase ’steamed hams.’
Seymour Skinner: Oh, not in Utica. No, it’s an Albany expression.
Superintendent Chalmers: I see.
[Chalmers bites into a steamed ham.]
Superintendent Chalmers: You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Krusty Burger.
Seymour Skinner: Oh ho ho, no. Patented Skinner burgers. Old family recipe.
Superintendent Chalmers: For steamed hams…
Seymour Skinner: Yes…
Superintendent Chalmers: Yes, and you call them steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled.

One last tidbit: Along with the obvious allusions to Pulp Fiction throughout, this episode also owes its title — “22 Short Films About Springfield” — to Thirty Two Short Films About Glenn Gould. The title and structure of which, in turn, was inspired by the 32 pieces that comprise Bach’s Goldberg Variations.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 05/12/2021 08:05:14 PM
Category: Comedy, Creative, Movies, New Yorkin', TV
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Sunday, May 11, 2021


What you see pictured above (snapped by me, with my cameraphone in Times Square) is but one outcropping of an epidemic that’s overtaken New York City: The spread of knockoff baseball caps emblazoned with “NY” logos, designed to look just enough like official Yankees or Mets gear to pass the glance test.

Seriously, I’ve seen these hats all over the place — subways, on the street, in clubs… Frankly, I’d be embarrassed to be seen wearing one. They’re downright shoddy-looking.

I’m guessing the only reason Major League Baseball (and any other sports league) isn’t filing infringement lawsuits is that those chunky-fonted logos are just distinguishable enough to not be considered credible copies of their obvious inspirations. But come on — there’s no mistaking their appeal, funky colors and patterns aside. They’re faux team colors for $5 off the street, versus the $20-and-up for the real deal.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 05/11/2021 03:43:19 PM
Category: Baseball, Fashion, New Yorkin'
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The above is a crop from a bus-shelter ad I cameraphone-snapped a month ago, somewhere in midtown Manhattan. I like the composition, in that it used the familiar symbol signs for the human form to get its point across about the alienating effect of social phobia.

Not to mention that I have a touch of that particular anxiety myself. So I really identify with that black standalone glyph — much as I’d prefer to be one of those multicolored in-the-crowd types.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 05/11/2021 02:07:54 PM
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Tuesday, May 06, 2021

live on tape
This should be interesting: I just got a guaranteed ticket to see today’s taping of “Late Show with David Letterman”, airing tonight!

How? The weirdest sequence of events: I was walking up Broadway, killing time while getting within the vicinity of a couple of afternoon appointments. At around 50th Street, it occurred to me that I was getting close to the Ed Sullivan Theater, which reminded me of my seldom-invoked intentions of attending a Letterman taping. I dismissed today’s possibility right away, simply because I didn’t think there’d be any tickets available as late as this afternoon.

Then, I walk by a girl who’s hawking “Late Show” tickets. She’s pissed because the two guys she was already talking to were “assholes”, in her words; so she turns to me. She confirms she’s with Worldwide Pants, the show’s production arm. After some preliminaries, she hands me a confirmation form letter with my name on it. According to that slip of paper (photo of which I’ll add later, after I get home — having some issues trying to email it to myself right now), I’m guaranteed a seat in chilly Ed Sullivan! (No joke, they really do tell you ahead of time to bring a sweater; I happen to be wearing a light jacket, so I’m set.)

I have to trek back down there in about half an hour to confirm, then head back there again for the 4:30-5:30 taping. They’re not kidding about this thing eating up your whole day. Fortunately, I was able to move around my meetings for this afternoon, or else I’d have to chuck this adventure. As it is, I’m currently cooling my heels in a damned *$ on 60th.

So, hopefully, I’ll finally get to see Dave live and in person, doing his thing. According to the TV schedule, guests tonight will be Ashton Kutcher, magician Mac King (because this is, after all, Magician Week on the “Late Show”), and musical legend Steve Winwood. Not the lineup I would have picked, but it’ll do.

UPDATE: Here’s the photo proof — first the confirmation letter:

And the resultant ticket:
Well worth the sacrifice of an afternoon. I won’t bother with a show recap; you can find that here. But here’s some general impressions:

- I actually didn’t find the famously deep-frozen theater to be all that cold. I wouldn’t want to sit there in just shorts and tshirt, but in a shirt and dress pants, I was fine.

- The theater stage is surprisingly compact — looks a lot bigger on TV.

- Even though everything was live and only a few yards away, I couldn’t shake how it still looked like a televised presentation — even though I was watching with my unaided eye. I guess it was the lighting doing its job, because somehow, I didn’t get the feeling that I was really there in the same room with Dave, Paul et al.

- “Johnny Twain” may be a lame filler segment. But he can belt out “Hooked On A Feeling” with muy, muy gusto! (I’m guessing that performance won’t be making the telecast.)

- Steve Winwood rocks.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 05/06/2021 01:43:10 PM
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Sunday, May 04, 2021

It’s a bit of a hike, but I’ll have to keep Larry’s Barber Shop, on the northern fringe of Hell’s Kitchen, in mind for my next haircut. Not only will I get a new ‘do, I’ll also get a chance to watch a random mobster movie while I wait.

From the mirrored reflections of the talking heads in his tiny shop on 57th Street near 10th Avenue in Manhattan, [shop owner Larry] Babizhaev receives political opinions, financial advice, sports commentary and other news between haircut and tip.

Along the way, some of his customers started recommending films like “The Godfather,” “Goodfellas” and “A Bronx Tale.” “I just got hooked,” Mr. Babizhaev said.

He began spending a good portion of his tips on mob movies and “anything to do with gangsters.”

Providing a DVD to watch is definitely preferable to some inane snip-snip chit-chat. Only snag: I’m not sure I’d be satisfied watching just a snippet of a movie. But then, I wouldn’t want to spend two hours in a barber shop just to see the complete “Pope of Greenwich Village”, either.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 05/04/2021 04:28:33 PM
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Saturday, May 03, 2021

For anyone who was wondering what prompted new New York governor David Paterson to go on a confessional spree shortly after inauguration, he now claims that elements within the state police were zeroing in and would have outed him anyway.

Paterson first disclosed to the Daily News in March that both he and his wife, Michelle, had affairs during a troubled point in their marriage several years ago. The day after he was sworn in, the couple fielded questions at a tense press conference at the state Capitol.

“That feeding frenzy was getting closer and closer to my family,” Paterson said Friday, adding he had heard “wild rumors” about himself - including that he fathered his 23-year-old nephew.

“So what we decided to do was you get yourself before they get you,” said Paterson, who has also since disclosed that he smoked pot and used cocaine in his youth.

This is pretty much what I suspected, although I didn’t know specifically who was getting ready to hit Paterson — I would have guessed it would have been some investigative reporter or somesuch. But the flood of admissions were clearly a preemptive move.

What I’ve argued is that Paterson made his disclosures at the only good time possible. He couldn’t have done so before he was sworn in, because that would have jeopardized his ascension to the Governor’s mansion. And had he waited until later, not only would he have risked someone else beating him to the punch, but he also would have gotten considerably more flak; the positive energy he was getting from not being Eliot Spitzer served as enough of a shield to deflect serious fallout.

Simply put, there was no other time when he could have done it, and gotten gain out of it. It was actually a very shrewd public relations strategy: Taking advantage of a window of optimal goodwill.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 05/03/2021 06:30:49 PM
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Friday, May 02, 2021

It’s no secret that the bold “city that never sleeps” tagline primarily applies to nocturnal opportunities. And so it is that some guidance is required for navigating early-morning pursuits in Manhattan on the weekends, when most of the natives are sleeping it off.

This is in contrast to people elsewhere in America, who often maximize their Saturday-Sunday time by starting the free-time ticker barely after dawn has struck. I can’t think of a better way to sum up this incongruity than this:

That puts you on track for about a 7 a.m. breakfast, which is tricky business in these parts. Most restaurants that are open at that hour in the city are big chains — Starbucks and McDonald’s, for example — adhering to national standards that don’t quite fit in Manhattan. (We see this elsewhere, as well, like the use of a driver’s license as the standard form of identification in a place where no one drives.)

I’m not as bad as others, who consider noon the optimal weekend wakeup marker. But true, the only way I’ll see 7AM on one of my off-days is if I back into it — just before collapsing into the “previous” night’s slumber.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 05/02/2021 11:41:08 AM
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Thursday, May 01, 2021

play on
The above picture of the L Line Bedford Avenue platform harp-playing performance artist is re-presented here as an anonymous favor to an anonymous poster on Subway Crush:

Some weekends I see you playing a giant ass harp at the Bedford stop and I think to myself “holy shit that is a huge harp!” A girl with that dedication is someone I need to get to know. I never wanted to interrupt your playing, but would love to grab some coffee or a drink sometime. I’ll even help you carry your harp! Get in touch!

Looks like she’s managed to strum somebody’s heartstrings. If this helps you get her digits, brother, then you’re welcome.

I was at that Bedford stop just this past Friday — a rare personal excursion into Brooklyn. Ms. Harp was nowhere to be seen; I guess she’s got a weekends-only engagement.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 05/01/2021 02:47:31 PM
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Tuesday, April 29, 2021

Try to follow along here:

To introduce their new non-pizza offerings, Pizza Hut had some fun with an April Fool’s announcement that it was rebranding itself as “Pasta Hut”.

As a follow-up to this campaign, it’s been running a TV commercial to promote these new dishes, called Tuscani Pastas. The spot follows a time-honored format — hidden-camera taste-testing — but with a questionable wrinkle:

The commercial purports to gather unwitting eaters to try the food at Tuscani in New York, and then revealing to them on hidden camera that in fact it’s Pizza Hut pasta, not Tuscani’s pasta.

As far as I can tell, there’s no Tuscani restaurant in New York. Although it’s a pretty effective ad, it seems to me that if they made up the whole thing it’s particularly egregious, even for the advertising world.

No Tuscani’s, but no problem:

The people were invited to an actual restaurant that is named Provence, he adds, but [according to ad agency BBDO] “we intentionally did not reveal the name and instead outfitted the restaurant as ‘Tuscani’ to reinforce our new product launch.”…

True, the fact that the restaurant is presented as if it is named Tuscani is not factually accurate. But I believe that it falls within the realm of artistic license, particularly since the campaign has already used an element of imaginary name-changing.

But wait, it gets even more convoluted:

One final note, dear readers. The New York Times reported that the restaurant Provence was scheduled to close last week and reopen in May under a new name, Hundred Acres. Maybe Pizza Hut could ask the owners to rename it Tuscani — at least long enough for folks to stop by for a pasta dinner.

So basically, the restaurant on TV is a fake makeover of a real NYC restaurant, which is itself now “fake” in the sense that it’s no longer open — but is in the process of getting a real makeover/rebirth.

Throw in the French/Italian/fast food cuisine switcheroos at play here, and my head hurts. On top of that, my stomach’s growling.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 04/29/2008 01:02:49 PM
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Monday, April 28, 2021

It’s a soaking-wet day in New York, with a steady downpour that’s forecasted to last the whole day. Far from optimal conditions for someone who’s got client meetings to flit to and from all day long.

Is it just me, or does it seem like there’s no such thing as a “normal” rainy day anymore? Specifically, I can’t remember the last time I’ve experienced a rainstorm without moderate-to-heavy winds being in the mix. Today’s no exception — it’s far from hurricane strength, but there’s enough windplay going on to swirl the raindrops all around, making even the best umbrella coverage only iffy.

It wasn’t always this way, was it? My memory’s failing me on more and more things these days, but I could swear I remember rainy days that didn’t practically assault you.

I’m thinking we can chalk this up to another manifestation of global weirding.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 04/28/2008 11:02:56 AM
Category: New Yorkin', Science, Weather
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Tuesday, April 22, 2021


Nothing says Earth Day quite like a giant balloon-animal sculpture on the rooftop garden of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

It’s not really made out of oversized balloons twisted into shape, of course (if that’s even possible/feasible?). It’s one of Jeff Koons‘ signature pieces, among a niche of balloon-imitation artworks that make him stand out in the pop-art scene.

Sadly, it seems that the open-air environment is not the optimal milieu for Koons’ pooch:

The biggest problem is scale. Seen in an indoor gallery, the elephantine, shiny metallic “Balloon Dog (Yellow),” which rises to 10 feet at its highest point, would have a weirdly imposing, slightly menacing presence. On the roof it appears dwarfed by the vast sky and by the open expanses of space to the south and west of the museum.

Further context might improve the presentation. Maybe the artist can be persuaded to add a few pieces of balloon-like dog turds to the rear, to simulate activity? I’d sure go see that.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 04/22/2008 01:22:05 PM
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Monday, April 21, 2021

New York State’s newly-enshrined governor, David Paterson, is legally blind: Only his right eye has any visual functionality to it.

So how does he manage to head up the government of the nation’s third-largest state? With plenty of audible help:

Mr. Paterson, a Harlem Democrat who has been blind since infancy, has been making adjustments to his surroundings throughout his life. But, with the added demands of the job of governor and the relentlessness of his new schedule, staying on top of his work now takes a lot more time. He said much of his day can feel like a big game of catch-up. “I’m always trying to get back that time that I’m losing,” he said.

Given the volume of material he must take in, he tries to find ways to do things faster. He listens to very long articles or books on a special tape recorder for the blind that plays at speeds so fast, it is difficult for others to comprehend. “You get used to listening to that Alvin and the Chipmunks voice,” he said.

Not to get all gushy, but as someone with fairly weak eyeballs, I find Paterson’s ascent inspiring.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 04/21/2008 11:10:41 PM
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Saturday, April 19, 2021

It’s common knowledge that rents are abhorrently high in Manhattan. But the monthly payments are just the bar tab, so to speak — the cover charge in preliminary fees and procedures are the real eye-poppers:

Aside from the realities of price and space, the requirements set by New York landlords are also bound to help turn a bright-eyed first-time renter’s outlook grim. To start with, landlords want only tenants who earn at least 40 times the monthly rent, which means an $80,000 annual salary for a $2,000 apartment. According to census data, more than 25,000 graduates ages 22 to 28 moved to the city in 2006, and their median salary was about $35,600.

Those who don’t make 40 times their monthly rent need a guarantor, usually a parent, who in turn must make at least 80 times the monthly rent. In addition to a security deposit, some landlords also want the first and last month’s rent. Tack on a broker’s fee and a prospective renter for that $2,000 apartment is out of pocket nearly $10,000 just to get the keys to the place.

Yep, it ain’t cheap. No need to wonder why so many people are loathe to leave their dwellings when they don’t have to — they want to maximize the amount of time they spend in the place they spend so much on (even when it’s a shithole).

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 04/19/2008 08:05:21 PM
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I sure do pick the damnedest times to leave town. While I was funning and sunning in Florida, a silent rave broke out in Union Square yesterday evening.

What’s a silent rave? It’s a rave without sex, without Ecstasy, and without music — at least outwardly-audible music:

It was striking for what could not be heard.

On the west side of the square, city workers ripped up the street with jackhammers. On the east side, a stalled caravan of drivers, no doubt frustrated by streets’ closing for the visit of Pope Benedict XVI, leaned on car horns.

But in the middle, there might as well have been a Cone of Silence. A mass of people — a head-bobbing, arms-above-the-head, conga-line-forming full-tilt boogie-woogie — emitted what seemed like no sound but rather music visible.

Everyone danced in place, listening to an iPod and prancing to his or her own playlist. For long minutes, in the distance, only the square’s ever-present bongo players could be heard, while close up only shoes, or bare feet, could be heard padding on concrete. Video cameras and cellphones were everywhere.

Note that this go at silent raving differs from the conventional version, where all the separate iPods are synced to the same playlist. Personally, I prefer the Union Square method — more chaotic and freeform.

This couldn’t have been a more perfect opportunity for me. I may not be Facebook-enabled to have RSVP’d, but there were other ways of finding out. And the start time: 6:17PM? Practically my lucky number (don’t ask). Plus, like so many New Yorkers, I’m practically fused to my iPod.

The negative is that this is, obviously, little more than a latter-day flashmob scene. But with a decidedly individualistic edge: While social grouping is the point, having everyone listen and groove to their own private soundtrack injects some self-absorbedness into the experience. It’s really the natural next step in the prevalent iPod cocooning that everyone does daily. (That may be corrosive societal trend, but it’s pretty well unstoppable at this stage.)

I’m going to keep my eyes open for the next edition. A repeat of the Union Square site would be just dandy, but any Manhattan location would do.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 04/19/2008 07:36:02 PM
Category: Creative, New Yorkin', Pop Culture, iPod
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Friday, April 18, 2021

full coverage
I’m on vacation in Florida, and thus won’t be near the action during Pope Benedict’s papal visit to NYC.

But, if I choose to immerse myself in the experience, I can via WatchThePope.com, which itself is an outgrowth of Brooklyn’s own The Prayer Channel. This combined online/offline presence boasts an advertising and marketing message of “pray-by-pray coverage”.

Alas, the spirit does not move me. Maybe I’ll catch the sure-to-come “big Popein’” retrospective when I get back to town.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 04/18/2008 11:23:37 AM
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Tuesday, April 15, 2021

So you’ve experienced love at first sight on a subway car, but reached your stop before you could muster up the courage to actually talk to your object of affection? Then you’ll be checking Subway Crush on a regular basis, in the hopes of finding that fellow traveler (who, of course, is never again seen on that line).

The unique thing about this longshot love connection is the ability to sort via specific subway line — for example, the chance encounters on the 6 train. So you can easily check on your usual ride. (This is obviously NYC only; those seeking love on other metro tubes are on their own.)

This forlorn posting board is right up my alley. I can’t count the number of times I’ve wound up face-to-face with some ravishing woman, only a few feet apart, and coming up silent. Then my stop comes up, or hers does, and that’s the end of that. The code of silence that pervades most cars is more intimidating to me than anything else.

Right up my alley, as I said. Unfortunately, my cynicism precludes me from actually posting anything. Although if the contributions remain as scarce as they are in this early going, I might have to pitch in, just to provide content.

If the site does catch fire, let’s hope it partners with the City and promotes New York’s custom-wrapped condoms, often distributed at subway stations. Might as well combine the underground-linked concepts.

UPDATE: It’s on the InterWeb, so I guess I believe it: Apparently Pope Benedict XVI’s current papal visit to the U.S. included a journey leg on the L train:

You were wearing a mitred hat and a large cross. That cross looked heavy. You had dark circles under your eyes, like you had just taken a long flight and were really tired. Maybe you had the weight of the world, or an organized religion, on your shoulders. I’m an atheist, but let me help you shoulder your burden. Beers at Larry Lawrence?

I’m liking this site more and more.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 04/15/2008 11:36:29 PM
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Monday, April 14, 2021

Rabid fanboys can splice together the raddest scenes from the raddest movies evahh and get that self-satisfying feeling.

But what do those labors come to? Nothing. Because supercutting reached its peak back in 2001. That’s when artists Jennifer and Kevin McCoy did a massive deconstruction of the entire series run of “Starsky and Hutch”, and cobbled together the resulting elements into the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s installation piece, “Every Shot, Every Episode”:

Lodged in the subconscious of an entire generation, the McCoys’ banal source material is subjected to the nonlinear, nonnarrative logic of the computer database, grouped typologically by structural technique (every zoom in, every special effect), stock character (alcoholic, bookie), or action (car chase, drug use). Both novel and traditional, “Every Shot, Every Episode” is a witty and thorough critique of media imagery, a portable reference guide for those raised and reared by television, and an updated version of a tradition as old as photography itself.

I mean, really. Why try to improve upon this perfection with a rapid-fire compilation of Scarface “fucks”? It’s like dissecting gossamer, I tell you.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 04/14/2008 11:09:19 PM
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Sunday, April 13, 2021

A well-recognized scenario from the subprime lending meltdown: The property owner rents out the acquired residence, looking at this income to wholly or partially cover the mortgage payments. But when that doesn’t work out and the bank forecloses, the renters left behind can linger for years before the eviction notice arrives.

Foreclosures can have an impact on tenants in lots of ways, but there are two sets of problems that most will face. The first and most daunting is eviction. The second is a loss of services, which can mean anything from having to fix your own clogged pipes to losing heat in the winter.

Luis Matute moved into a two-bedroom railroad apartment at the top of a walk-up in Bushwick, Brooklyn, 13 years ago. Five years later, Nelva Muy joined him when they were married. Now, the couple, who are from Ecuador, and their 6-year-old son, Jinson, live in the same apartment, which has become plagued with cracks and leaks.

Two years ago, the person who collected the rent every month stopped showing up. Mr. Matute and Ms. Muy have not paid rent since, though they have been saving their rent money of $575 a month.

I’m no legal expert, but the situations described in the article — where landlords disappear and the tenants wind up living rent-free for years — make me wonder if a case for squatters rights doesn’t apply.

It can be pretty hard to establish those rights, as they have to be based upon “adverse possession” criteria, and technically a tenant agreement precludes that. But when the residents wind up being responsible for the upkeep on the property — making significant structural repairs — that indicates a shift in responsibility for an abandoned property. Indeed, it’s preferable for neighborhoods and cities to have these houses occupied by actual residents, versus having them cleared out and then vulnerable to transients and crackheads breaking in (which has happened in other foreclosure-hit areas of the U.S.).

True, the foreclosing bank gets ownership when the landlord bails, so such properties technically don’t slide into a legal limbo. But banks are notorious for neglecting their foreclosed houses — they generally don’t want the headache, they just want a monetary return on their bad investments. I’d imagine they would sign off on a squatter solution if they were given a minimal payment to simply walk away; that’s something that governmental assistance could facilitate.

The missing ingredient here is tenure. Most adverse possession laws, including that for New York, set a lengthy time period for squatters rights to kick in — something like 12 years. It’s highly unlikely that real estate of even minimal value would sit that long without the titleholder expressing the token efforts it would require (or more) to keep a stake in defensible ownership rights.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/13/2008 09:59:43 PM
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Nothing sets off restaurant buzz like an onerous reservation process; and despite egalitarian intentions, that’s what new downtown hotspot Momofuku Ko (literally Japanese for “son of Momofuku”) has:

The only way to land a spot is to log on to Ko’s Web site, create an account, register with a credit card and take a shot at finding an empty space on a bingo-like grid. Seats are released at 10 a.m. everyday for the current seven-day period.

Some have succeeded — even repeatedly — at eating at Ko, with its $85 tasting menu which emphasizes French and Asian cooking. But there are no moments for indecision — you have to click on a green arrow the moment you see it — and luck seems to play a big part.

Why the rigmarole? Aside from the limited space — only 12 counter seats in the whole place — Ko owner David Chang is rabidly against reservation scalpers. Just in case you don’t know that that is, he’s provided a definition.

Frankly, the countertop dining seems more oriented toward foodie enthusiasts than to anyone who actually wants to take a date there. I don’t see enough exclusivity appeal to bother with landing a spot.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/13/2008 08:13:01 PM
Category: Food, Internet, New Yorkin'
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Much as my first Jelly session was photographed and Flickr’d, this past Friday’s Jellyness was video-recorded and Viddler’d.

Viddler‘d? Yes. Just watch:

Somewhere around the midway point of this compilation, you’ll see yours truly, wearing a green-and-white long-sleeved tshirt. I consciously decided to dress down this time, as I felt I stuck out last time in my shirt and tie. It helped that I made Jelly the main event of that Friday. The wardrobe choice came back to bite me late in the day, when I had to make a last-minute face-to-face meeting, but little (if any) harm done.

You’ll also notice me brandishing my XO Laptop, that I said I’d bring. Despite the oohs and ahs, no one was interested enough in the little Linux box to actually crack it open. I had figured as much beforehand.

Unfortunately, the videocamera (which was, in fact, one of those super-cool Flips) didn’t capture my triumphant snag-free upgrade of WordPress 2.5 onto PopulationStatistic.com. Good thing I blogged about it, right?

I had to leave around 1:30, after spending the better part of the morning at House 2.0. So I didn’t get to participate in the Wii gamebreak, nor the wrap-up potluck dinner. I believe the next Jelly is coming up in a couple of weeks, so maybe I’ll stick around for the extracurriculars then.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/13/2008 03:21:18 PM
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Friday, April 11, 2021


Posting this from today’s Jelly co-working gathering in midtown Manhattan, which I said I’d attend. Go figure that I’d actually follow through.

Maybe I should make a point to hit this joint every time it’s held. Because something rubbed off today, and I was able to upgrade this blog to the brand-new WordPress 2.5 without a hitch! That’s the first time I’ve ever been able to upgrade WP on this site and not have something explode. Today, I followed the upload-and-overwrite instructions, and somehow it all worked.

At least as far as I can tell. Little things may need tweaking; I’ve already had to adjust the plugins. I may or may not play with the new tagging feature (highly touted for this release, but I can take it or leave it — for now). And as usual, I had to disable the fool default-login aspect of the commenting feature (something I’d really love to hear justified by the WP developers, because I don’t see the point of it). But the rendering on the site looks good, with proper permanlinks and everything, so that’s my chief concern.

This is something of a milestone for me. I feel like going out and getting tore up to celebrate! Well, maybe just a cocktail or two, at least.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 04/11/2021 01:36:29 PM
Category: Business, New Yorkin'
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