Biko Arts Collective is hosting a free cyber-punk Yoga class at 1474 Bushwick Avenue (on the corner of Bushwick and Granite St) for any and all interested member of the greater Bushwick community.
You may find yourself asking, "What is cyber-punk yoga?"
The answer is simple: instead of a yoga instructor we've got pirate yoga DVDs playing 9 feet tall on the walls of our performance space. Come check out our new oak floors and do some stretches with a Rodney Yee DVD for free.
Sunday
MOVIE REVIEW: Gran Torino
Yesterday I had the distinct pleasure of attending the motion picture film Gran Torino, starring a well-preserved Clint Eastwood spouting jarringly repugnant racist invective with frighteningly casual frequency. The response of the Ohio audience sharing the theater with me was rather disconcerting. They laughed as if "gook" or "spook" were the punchline to all of their favorite jokes. I'm making the assumption that the laughter was a nervous response to something that should otherwise be held as unacceptable. (Though you know what they say about assumptions.) Racial insensitivity aside, Gran Torino is far from the violent revenge flick it has been billing itself as in the trailers. Very far from it, in fact. Vendetta fans be warned! Eastwood never even fires a weapon. This fact, ladies and gentlemen, is what makes Gran Torino such an acceptable film, in spite of Eastwood's (as crusty Korean war vet Walt Kowalski) painfully flippant use of nearly ever racial slur I've ever heard (he even revives the classic anti-Caucasoid jeer 'ofay' which I am now on a mission to reclaim for my people). No, rather than being a violence-packed revenge tale Gran Torino is a story of redemption. I won't spoil the film and simply urge you to go see the film that may be Hollywood legend Clint Eastwood's last starring role. The film is writer Nick Schenk's first actualized screenplay and, in my estimation, he has earned himself license for at least one more flick.
Tuesday
SYIH Brian Makenzie infoshop
The article:
Anarchist Hangout Surrendering to Market Forces
My reaction:
Every single time I was in DC I would try to go by this infoshop. In lieu, sometimes, of doing more interesting things. Every single time I would try to go, always at a reasonable hour when it was indicated to be open, it would be closed. Where were the volunteers? I stopped no less than five times over the course of this year only to find the infoshop abandoned. The only difference now is that the materials in the infoshop are no longer locked in a neglected shop but are being distributed.
So, see you in hell Brian Makenzie infoshop. I won't miss what was never fully there.
Anarchist Hangout Surrendering to Market Forces
My reaction:
Every single time I was in DC I would try to go by this infoshop. In lieu, sometimes, of doing more interesting things. Every single time I would try to go, always at a reasonable hour when it was indicated to be open, it would be closed. Where were the volunteers? I stopped no less than five times over the course of this year only to find the infoshop abandoned. The only difference now is that the materials in the infoshop are no longer locked in a neglected shop but are being distributed.
So, see you in hell Brian Makenzie infoshop. I won't miss what was never fully there.
Monday
Social Notworking
After receiving hundreds of email invitations, I have joined linkedin.com, which is like facebook but with the additional annoyance that it is supposed to be professional and function like a resume. This is one aspect that social networking sites like facebook and ____(insert next trendy site here)_____, haven't been providing: pressure to impress and rating you based on how much of your profile you have completed. I get +15% if I load my profile with every "position" I can think of!
What happens if I get 100% completion? I hope I get to meet Yoshi on the roof of the castle! It's going to be hard for me because things like "Social Work" "Civil Service" "Children's Reading Program" and "Community Center" are not considered 'industries'. So it's all the fun of making a resume but with endless html forms. Such a pity I am bad at self-aggrandizement and hate making resumes.
But, due to popular request, I will be on linkedin.com because people want me to be theirinternet friend internet colleague. So...
Check out my linkedinpark page!
What happens if I get 100% completion? I hope I get to meet Yoshi on the roof of the castle! It's going to be hard for me because things like "Social Work" "Civil Service" "Children's Reading Program" and "Community Center" are not considered 'industries'. So it's all the fun of making a resume but with endless html forms. Such a pity I am bad at self-aggrandizement and hate making resumes.
But, due to popular request, I will be on linkedin.com because people want me to be their
Check out my linkedinpark page!
Saturday
How the Pie was Made and Where It Got Us
Bushwick, NY:
The Beginning
On Thursday, Biko was the epicenter of what is going to be touted as the second Pizza Rivoluzione (the first one happened when Americans child-abused the Italian recipe and minted commemorative golden dollar coin sets for home-bound hobbyists).
It all started with the inconspicuous entry of a new oven into the Biko kitchen. It is no coincidence that some residents a.k.a Abraham's Lot (see previous posts for details) in the house had been controlling their drool for months at the mere sight of oven baked food. Anyways the "Means" was sitting pretty and petite in the kitchen but the "Method" had to be perfected. For making a pie...pizza pie.
Cheese connoisseur cum ex-Pizzazio Nick ventured into the safe and comfortable environs of Trader Joe's and the East Village Cheese Shop and exchanged his recession dollars for pizza dough and gourmet cheese. Back in the center band members along with their new manager Anneliese "The Anal" Babette helped do the prep work and helped Nick knead the dough on the peel into an easily recognizable shape. Members of the international community ranging from Belize to as far as China looked on haplessly as the drama unfolded.
Two pies were baked that night filling the building with enchanting aromas reminding residents of THE GODFATHER. Pies got eaten, stomachs got filled and wine was drunk. Good gustational times.
The Aftermath:
Band members of Christian rock group Abraham's Lot have undergone a drastic metamorphosis from being a religious folk-punk group to Italian wedding band. As if that wasn't radical enough to outdo the Bushwick hipsters in radicality, they even started applying copious amounts of L.A Looks Hair gel and started talking with a pronounced Italian accent. A typical conversation with the band members exposes any linguistically challenged individual to authentic Italian words like provencia, calabria, Sicilia, grazie, mama mia, fugghedaboutit and "hov yoo doin'?" Last heard, they have started to address their manager as "Maa-ma!" especially around the kitchen.
The Beginning
On Thursday, Biko was the epicenter of what is going to be touted as the second Pizza Rivoluzione (the first one happened when Americans child-abused the Italian recipe and minted commemorative golden dollar coin sets for home-bound hobbyists).
It all started with the inconspicuous entry of a new oven into the Biko kitchen. It is no coincidence that some residents a.k.a Abraham's Lot (see previous posts for details) in the house had been controlling their drool for months at the mere sight of oven baked food. Anyways the "Means" was sitting pretty and petite in the kitchen but the "Method" had to be perfected. For making a pie...pizza pie.
Cheese connoisseur cum ex-Pizzazio Nick ventured into the safe and comfortable environs of Trader Joe's and the East Village Cheese Shop and exchanged his recession dollars for pizza dough and gourmet cheese. Back in the center band members along with their new manager Anneliese "The Anal" Babette helped do the prep work and helped Nick knead the dough on the peel into an easily recognizable shape. Members of the international community ranging from Belize to as far as China looked on haplessly as the drama unfolded.
Two pies were baked that night filling the building with enchanting aromas reminding residents of THE GODFATHER. Pies got eaten, stomachs got filled and wine was drunk. Good gustational times.
The Aftermath:
Band members of Christian rock group Abraham's Lot have undergone a drastic metamorphosis from being a religious folk-punk group to Italian wedding band. As if that wasn't radical enough to outdo the Bushwick hipsters in radicality, they even started applying copious amounts of L.A Looks Hair gel and started talking with a pronounced Italian accent. A typical conversation with the band members exposes any linguistically challenged individual to authentic Italian words like provencia, calabria, Sicilia, grazie, mama mia, fugghedaboutit and "hov yoo doin'?" Last heard, they have started to address their manager as "Maa-ma!" especially around the kitchen.
Friday
Thursday is Pizza Day
Thursday is pizza day, ever since we got our oven fixed. This was our first attempt using Liese's new pizza stone and things came out great. I edited a quick video of our exploits together. We may provide something more instructive in the future. Share your favorite pizza recipes with us and maybe we'll feature them!
Saturday
About the weather
It is what we call "suicide weather" out. It is ice cold, the wind is blowing, and the sun sets at 3:30 if it comes up at all. It is so unpleasant to be outside, nothing fun can be accomplished. Inside, all the good food has been eaten and no one is energetic enough for a cannibalistic holocaust. We have been watching movies so much they all blur in to one another. We used all our recreational drugs and the only way to get more is to go outside and it's too cold out there.
In addition to the weather, the US economy has gone to shit. There is no work for a production assistant like me since all the rich people are busy freaking out because they won't be quite as rich as they used to be. Although, if I had money I would just be throwing it in to the furnace anyway because I'm not going anywhere to spend it; but I would feel better if I wasn't so broke.
It is impossible to go hang out with my friends because cell phone signals are freezing in the air and falling onto the street. One day I was trying to go to Manhattan and the train slid all the way to New Jersey on frozen tracks and then the conductor and driver hung themselves because they weren't going to do anything after work because it's just too cold. I turned on the TV and there wasn't anything on except coverage of Obama's peanut gallery; Obama isn't here cuddling with me and keeping me warm so forget about that guy!
The only thing that isn't frozen solid, given up, or boring and uninteresting is the internets... oh wait... nope. Nevermind.
In addition to the weather, the US economy has gone to shit. There is no work for a production assistant like me since all the rich people are busy freaking out because they won't be quite as rich as they used to be. Although, if I had money I would just be throwing it in to the furnace anyway because I'm not going anywhere to spend it; but I would feel better if I wasn't so broke.
It is impossible to go hang out with my friends because cell phone signals are freezing in the air and falling onto the street. One day I was trying to go to Manhattan and the train slid all the way to New Jersey on frozen tracks and then the conductor and driver hung themselves because they weren't going to do anything after work because it's just too cold. I turned on the TV and there wasn't anything on except coverage of Obama's peanut gallery; Obama isn't here cuddling with me and keeping me warm so forget about that guy!
The only thing that isn't frozen solid, given up, or boring and uninteresting is the internets... oh wait... nope. Nevermind.
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