Location: my basement for the past six hours
Music: she caused a scene then every head turned
328 Chauncey Street now – not my pic, not my (c)
Went to a wedding this past weekend. Someone spilled wine all over my suit. White wine, but still. Least the food was good.
Speaking of food, while at Columbia U., my fave joints were Ollie’s and The Mill. Right now, Ollie’s is a chaina Chinese restaurants while The Mill’s a Korean restaurant. But fifteen years ago, Ollie’s was an Italian joint with a sprinkling of Chinese food cause they had a Chinese chef. Similarly, the Mill was a Spanish joint with a Korean cook.
A boy could get some spaghetti and some Chinese dumplings at the former and tortillas and kimchi at the latter. Now they’re full-on Chinese and Korean joints. Yeah, there’re places like Marco Polo Cafe, with trendy Italian/Chinese fusion but I don’t want fusion.
I want authentic Italian spaghetti and authentic Chinese dumplings, yeah? Not the same.
Point is, all of the stuff I know, I mean I know, keeps fading on me. Jackie Gleason was the first when I was 14.
Funny story: did y’know the Honeymooner’s wife, Alice, spoke Chinese in real life? She and her sister were raised in China so it was their secret language. One spoke it to the other and the other understood.
In a way, that’s why the fading bothers me. Cause no one remembers Ollie’s when it was knife cool. Or what 328 Chauncy Street means. Or when MJ was still black and did the moonwalk for the first time on Motown 25.
Worry that I’m gonna run outta people to tell something to and have them understand.
Then I remember that I gotta finish sweeping the cellar and then I forget.
YASYCTAI: Alla the shows with the dumb husband and the smart wife started with the Honeymooners. Y’should watch it. (22 mins/0.5 pts)