Sesame took on When Harry Met Sally this time, and not just any part of the movie. They took on THAT deli scene. You know the one. Except, being a children’s program and all, they made it much more appropriate.
And just for reference, here’s the NSFW version of that scene.
It’s pretty amazing how the puppet nails Meg Ryan’s hair.
Last Saturday, I attended a Jason DeRulo and Ja Rule concert at the Finale club, which is near the corner of the Bowery and Spring Street. Thankfully, I got in for free due to a club promoter one of my best friends knew. Judging by the well-dressed crowd outside, it looked like it would have been quite expensive to get in if I had paid the full price. Although the bouncers were quite pushy and threatened to call the cops due to the congestion of people, we got in after a 25 minute wait.
Inside, it was a nice set up. There was a large lower dance floor and the upper dance floor had plenty of seating. The only problem was that it was very crowded so there was no where to sit when I was there. This was probably because of the very famous headliners they had that night. There was also a platform along the wall people could stand and dance on as well as one on the lower dance floor. Before the main event, they had a nice mix of house, EDM, 90’s hip hop and rap.
Jason DeRulo was a great dancer and sang hits such as “Wiggle Wiggle” and “Talk Dirty”. I thought he really engaged the crowd well. Ja Rule came after him. I wasn’t particularly familiar with his music but he had a similar sound to old-school rappers from the 90s, such as Nas.
Although not at the same level as One Oak, Finale definitely has its good points. I would suggest though trying to see if you can get in free to avoid paying for the expensive drinks.
As a native of Queens, I usually love trying different kinds of food. One of my favorites places to go do this is in Jackson Heights, which is right around the Roosevelt Avenue train station. You can take the M, R, E, F or 7 trains to this very convenient and eclectic neighborhood. From great Spanish cuisine to spicy Indian food, this up and coming neighborhood has a lot to offer in terms of great cuisine options.
In the last couple years, I’ve seen Tibetan restaurants opening up shop around Roosevelt Avenue. Tibetan food has South Asian as well as Chinese influences. Spicy Tibet is a great little spot that I found on 75th Street and Roosevelt Avenue. Formerly a small pizza joint, the space is small and the decor is pretty plain. However, I have always found the food there to be quite flavorful and well-made. I highly recommend a plate of momo dumplings or momo dumpling soup. Usually, momo has ground up beef or chicken,cooked unions and spinach inside. I found their momo to be very tasty, especially with the orange spicy sauce they serve along with it. It creates a great contrast with the more plain-tasting dumplings. Their menu also has many different options besides momo; you can enjoy other things like a plate of Chinese-inspired chop suey or ground beef soup.
Overall, I would say that this is the perfect place to eat on a cold winter’s day, especially with their great selection of soups. I always stop by when I’m in the area. I recommend Spicy Tibet if you are looking for a new takeout place or you just want to try something new.
A warm and glorious welcome to Natasia DaSilva!! A New York native, Natasia will be sharing her love of travel, food, and adventure. We look forward to her contributions!
Natasia DaSilva is a graduate from Queens College with an English major and a Business minor. Currently, she tutors people in English privately and for the Queens College’s Writing Center. She has aspirations to go to law school hopefully in 2016 to study either Housing or Immigration law.
In her spare time, Natasia enjoys reading, writing poetry, working out, and watching action movies.
Several counterculture groups packed into New York’s famous Kitting Factory on Saturday October 4th. From punks in their broken denim jackets to gender-queer persons to hipsters drinking their Shiner Bock and nodding to the music, everyone awaited the entrance of one the underground’s last hopes for punk rock: Screaming Females. This night was the first date of the perpetually on the road band’s late 2014 tour and the diverse group wanted nothing more than to witness their lead singer, whose scream and fierce guitar towers over the audience the way they tower over her stature. However, before the three-person powerhouse was to perform, the audience reveled in two acts well known in their own rights.
Mal Blum took to the stage first with her electric, 1950s style Gibson guitar, backup bassist, and drummer. In a navy dress shirt and fitted pants, she cruised through her self-identified “pop-punk” music, never losing her proud yet uncomfortable grin. From just listening to her music, one would never imagine Blum to be anything but a hipster straight out of the world featured in the movie Juno. However, her progressive gender expression mixed with rockabilly flair, singing happy melodies about her depression, made her quite a treat to watch.
Describing her newer music, she called her songs “deceptive,’ never failing to let us forget this fact ahead of each song. Before hopping into “Sitting On The Train,” she joked that the song sounds like a train ride through Manhattan when it’s really about her fear of not loving someone. The audience laughed with her honesty and bounced to her surf rock style strumming and charmingly sincere lyrics. In between each song, she stopped to check in with the audience, out of insecurity or curiosity we won’t know. Halfway through, she asked the audience if they wanted her to perform louder and louder songs, to which they screamed for more. “Wow, I feel like we’re at a punk show,” she laughed and sang on in her nearly Californian singing accent.
She closed her 30-minute set with her bouncy ditty “Brooklyn,” commanding the audience to clap with her. “I know we’re in Brooklyn and you’re too cool to clap, but I live in Brooklyn and I know how tender hearted you are,” she pleaded. The jury is still out on the sincerity of Brooklyn residents, but Mal Blum could certainly be the most tender hearted citizen there is, no matter how much her singing voice sounds like she’s from the Wes Coast. And if there was anything the audience could take from her set, it would be how much Blum and her bassist differ in their opinions of Robert Frost.
After a fifteen-minute break, four guys from Nashville took the stage and, in the best way possible, they beat the instruments hard enough to knock the audience all the way back to Tennessee. Dedicated to ripping through their music, the band Pujol barely took a breath between each song, more than ready to scream-sing about fist fights and lost connections. These lo-fi southerners managed to incorporate every decade since the 1950s into their material: 60s style melodies, 70s style grit, 80s style guitar riffs, and 90s/ska punk style song structure and energy. If Reel Big Fish collaborated with The Germs with the overblown production of Sleigh Bells, you’d have Pujol.
This quartet could be seen as the result of a generation desperate to define their own rebellion and anger, but constantly forced to resemble those of the past. Pujol has all the ingredients of classic hardcore punk rock: Short songs, scream singing, musically expressed testosterone, and a confident yet disinterested look (the drummer adorned a skeleton costume and fake moustache and couldn’t have cared less). However, like many modern punk bands, they did not have a performing style one could label as punk. Despite the inescapable energy, the musicians never moved from their spot on the stage nor did they attempt to animate themselves while playing. Perhaps these are the signs of a band still discovering their stage presence or simply a band that doesn’t concern themselves with these things, but the juxtaposition between rowdy music and complacent performing proved to be somewhat uninspiring to an audience who clearly relished in the music and wanted to express it. However, none of this is to say that Pujol was a disappointment. Anyone looking for the overblown, classic punk rock sound of yesteryear will find themselves unable to remove a smile from their face. All Pujol needs is a more defined stage presence and they’ll surely send their audiences into a frenzy.
After an hour and a half of openers, the main event took the stage to a packed and raucous crowd. While drummer Jarrett Dougherty and bassist King Mike were dressed as casually as the openers, singer and lead guitarist Marissa Paternoster came out in her iconic long-sleeved black dress, black socks, and black shoes with her face hidden behind her thick and short black hair. And while Paternoster was easily the shortest person in the room, she made it clear from the first song, “Buried In The Nude,” that her height nor her gender hinders her mighty voice and vicious guitar playing.
The very first sound out of her mouth was a piercing scream, jolting even the most prepared of fans and sending the audience right into a mosh pit. Just after the first song, she proved herself worthy of her place on several “greatest guitarists” lists. She shreds through her songs with the fury of other great players like Joan Jett and Lita Ford, but recites her stream of consciousness lyrics like no other. With a wide open mouth as if she were about to devour the microphone, she roars through the band’s confrontational and declarative lyrics such as “I could be the boss of you/Any day” or “I need you to show me what your genius can do/So I can hide.” Similar to their stage presence, Screaming Females command attention but, unlike said lyrics, they show no hesitation or vulnerability. After five acclaimed albums, these new-age punks know their style and offer no apologies for it.
Barely speaking a word between songs, the players exuded a calm excitement for their music, made clear by their common song structure. The majority of their music begins with rousing introductory rhythms and solos, warning the listener/audience of what calculated madness is about to ensue, followed by a set of commanding yet catchy lyrics which make way for seemingly improvised guitar riffs and drum onslaughts. The Screaming Females really showed their chops during these ending jams with gusto that could shake the biggest of venues. Writhing on stage with her fair flailing every which way, Paternoster finds no greater joy than ripping her guitar strings to shreds and what a beautiful shredding it is.
This is a band that has gone from basements of New Brunswick, NJ to receiving recognition from MTV and NPR while also performing with bands like Garbage and Dinosaur Jr. They may not be selling out arenas any time soon, but that doesn’t make a ticket to their show any less sought after.
Yesterday was Earth Day, an occasion in which we celebrate everything that Nature has to provide. We express gratitude for the beauty, resources, and infinite wonder that is Nature. Here are some of America’s National Treasures and some cool ways to celebrate Earth Day.
Earth Day is an annual event, celebrated on April 22, on which day events worldwide are held to demonstrate support for environmental protection. It was first celebrated in 1970, and is now coordinated globally by the Earth Day Network, and celebrated in more than 192 countries each year.
I am thrilled to be presenting this young emerging artist who is sure to make a name for herself in the art world. Hailing from rural Virginia, Lara Mossler’s work is brimming with a youthful energy and vitality that is ageless. Her work speaks, bearing witness to the old philosophy that a picture is worth a thousands words. Fall under the glare of “My Madonna” and I dare you not to be moved. Below, Mossler reflects on her work and inspirations. To learn more about Mossler’s work visit www.laramossler.com or http://postmedium.com/laramossler/2769/paintings. Enjoy!
Born in rural Virginia in 1989, Lara McKinney Mossler painted throughout her childhood, winning awards, and exhibiting her work in regional galleries and shows. She moved to New York City at the age of sixteen to follow her passion for the arts, taking an internship at Leila Heller Gallery. Lara spent her time in museums, at artists’ studios, and painting at The New York Studio School. When her Assistant Curator internship concluded, Lara accepted an art-activities counselor position at Wediko Children Services in Boston. After teaching art in that treatment center for emotionally disturbed children throughout the summer, Lara was accepted to Tulane University on a full scholarship and with a strong desire to further her studies in art. She moved to New York City after graduation and is now a strategist at Bureau Blank and runs an art collective in Brooklyn.
1. What does wholehearted and mindful living mean to you?
Madeleine L’Engle writes that “If we are to be aware of life while we are living it, we must have the courage to relinquish our hard-earned control of ourselves.” This quote and her entire book, Walking on Water, have been tremendously helpful in understanding that having an awareness of the moment is not about developing more discipline or adding to a daily routine but rather letting the work take over. And, that takes guts.
2. How do you practice wholehearted and mindful living?
I use the quiet morning to practice listening. It’s a three part process that starts with my mind, then body, then craft. The routine, though I’m open to revelation, is that I wake up fifty or so minutes before the sun rises and make tea. This darkness before the light is my favorite time of day, and I call it the holy hour because I pray and read. When the sun is fully risen, I switch to water and warm up the body with an hour of Vinyasa yoga (Yoga to the People 7 AM is a good one). Finally, I make a cup of coffee and begin in the studio. I give myself only an hour of painting before getting ready and biking to work in Chinatown.
3. What or who inspires you?
Artists are a living mystery, and I surround myself with ones from a variety of disciplines, ages and stages of their career. Now, I know them as friends but in rural Virginia as a kid, I learned about artists in the library and on the internet. I admired the work of visual artists such as Cecily Brown, Elizabeth Peyton, Lisa Yuskavage, and Swoon. Later, the list included Felix Gonzalez-Torres, Mel Chin, Tracey Emins, and Pina Bausch. Pivotal moments for me include reading The Shape of Content by Ben Shan and watching The Five Obstructions by Lars von Trier. Writers that I return to as frequently as daily include C.S. Lewis (The Screwtape Letters, Mere Christianity), Woody Allen (Complete Prose of Woody Allen) and Isak Dinsen (Out of Africa).
4. Answer this quote: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one, wild and precious life?” – Mary Oliver
The community of artists I belong to want to give art a renewed, rich life in a digital world. Rather than fighting against technology, we’re interested in using it to push painting further for the benefit of both the viewer and the artist, as well as making the entire process more accessible. In other centuries, painters have been deeply engaged at the forefront of innovation- there’s no reason it cannot be the same today. For me, that means a life of continuing to grow as a painter and honing my skills in technology. Of course, a big part of being mindful is having the flexibility and grace to adapt to wild life you’re meant to live, rather than the one you planned.
5. What words of wisdom would you offer to your younger self?
Be brutally honest. When you misjudge your budget, say so. When something hurts, speak up. When you do not understand, ask now and not later.
1. What is your creative process?
My process evolves constantly but there are a few elements that have remained consistent throughout the years. Short and long periods of uninterrupted time alone with the medium are critical. A daily touch of paint or ink or pencil creates that familiarity and looseness that keeps me fresh. Serious time away from a brush where I desperately want nothing else than to pick one up reminds me why I do it in the first place. “Ideas” in the traditional sense have become less important to me over the years. When I do have ideas, I write them down and put them away in a desk drawer. I’m more interested in the ideas that manifest themselves in the back of my brain and try to remain unnoticed rather than the ones that jump out onto a sheet a paper looking glamorous.
2. You discovered your passion for art at a young age, how have you weathered the challenges of being an artist?
The single most valuable asset as an artist is the ability to be financially independent. I was fortunate enough to do this by not being scared to always work, through both successful and slow times. I was a maid at an inn, a manager at an ice-cream shop and a waitress to name a few – do not hesitate to earn wages in a way that’s not trendy. Regardless of how well your art does, do not stop. After you sell out a show for the first time, be on time and prepared for your shift the next day. Working full-time wins you audiences of all kinds that you would have never encountered otherwise and gives you incredible time management skills. Secondly, learn skills from the people who love you. I picked up statistical analysis from my father and programming from a professor in college, both of which make up core components of my profession today. If your grandmother quilts or your uncle is a watchmaker, make it your mission to absorb it. Finally, write very specific thank-you notes. You are going to ask many favors in your lifetime as an artist. Whether it is borrowing a truck or catering a reception, communicate in detail exactly how that person’s contribution made that much of a difference in making the art come to life. People are often willing to help, and it means a lot to illustrate how each gesture makes a big difference together.
3. What is the relationship between art and service?
The artist is a servant to two ways. The first is be the recipient of the work that becomes designed in your head. It’s your duty and responsibility to see that your art comes to fruition. You never know who needs to see the piece you’re working on, and there’s no doubt that you are the perfect person to create it. The second to share your talent and enthusiasm with those around you. I was lucky enough to have opportunities to open my studio at a young age for lectures, panels, discussions and lessons. Later, I taught art to children in Boston and teens in New Orleans. There’s nothing quite like cultivating a passion for art in others, and I hope I have the privilege to continue teaching and mentoring for the rest of my life.
4. What do you hope is the impact and meaning of your work?
There isn’t a specific meaning or message that I intend to communicate through my art. Sure, there are things that I hold true when I make the piece and a viewer may intuitively understand what those truths are. The most important art pieces I’ve encountered have given me the mental and physical space to encounter myself. The most striking work I see feels like I’m looking in a mirror and encourages me to work through my own experiences. What I could hope for is that my work becomes a visual trigger for a moment where you’re able to explore something that’s been eluding you. Maybe it’s an emotion that feels less scary or more real. Perhaps it’s that what you are experiencing internally could be more intentional than you imagined. Ultimately, I hope that to gaze at my work is to feel joy.
5. What are you hoping to take from your residency in Finland?
This residency will involve long periods of uninterrupted time alone with the medium, and that excites me. I’m working with new Japanese materials and returning to the very first oil color palette that I conceived as a thirteen-year-old apprentice. I rediscovered it scribbled in my teenage bible on a trip back home. I have a few new photo shoots completed recently in Brooklyn that I’m packaging up in digital archives for the trip. I hope to come away with a significant amount of new work to share, new friends and additional perspectives on how to bring art and technology closer together.
A very warm and excited welcome to Candice Ashley, the newest Minus The Box blogger. Candice will be sharing her warmth and humor with us on a variety of topics. We look forward to her contributions.
Candice Ashley is an atypical twenty something Long Island to LA transplant. She is currently working as an engineer in the aerospace industry. Candice is a miss of all trades. She dabbles in new fun experiences all on the spectrum of re-grouting her bathroom to samba dancing. Her idea of a nature hike is rummaging in clearance section of Nordstrom Rack (which is a monthly staple event). She is warm, enchanting and is on the journey to self mastery.
Is it where you grew up?
Where your family resides?
Where you’ve lived the longest?
Where you currently lay your head every night?
Where is home?
This is something I have been asking myself lately.
I’m turning 30 in about 7 months and I have never felt so lost as to who I am and what I want out of life, and this has left me feeling a bit alone. And the ghost of alone-ness lingering about has me questioning where I belong and asking myself “where is home?”
I was born and raised in DC and for most of my life that is all I knew. I’ve never really been outside of the DC area, with the exception of one summer when I was about 8 years old and I spent the whole summer with my aunt whose husband was stationed in Kansas. Then, I went to undergrad about 3 hours away from DC (if that counts). Growing up, I’ve always dreamed of traveling the world and living in different cities before I “settled down”. Since I’ve often felt out of place inside the home I grew up in, my daydreams became my home. My fantasies, books, music, and writing spaces were my safety nets that got me through adolescence and young adulthood. By the time I graduated undergrad with a degree in Psychology, I had no clue what I wanted to do. So I moved back to the home I grew up in, all the while fantasizing about a new place I wanted to call home. At the time, New York, San Francisco, and Toronto were consistent destination choices. Several months later, I decided to move to NYC. A few months after that, Brooklyn was my new home.
Six years later, I’m still in NYC. It could be easily assumed that life in the Big Apple has been great. However, now that I reflect on it, it was my choice to finally decide on something independent of others expectations and desires for me,that was great. And it was the energy I felt when I moved to NY, which was birthed through my decision to move that was great. I felt free, independent, happy, and like I could finally live a life for me, on my terms. Many have said, they haven’t seen me as happy in a while… and I will admit, they were right. I haven’t been as happy and free. That feeling eventually wore off.
While most people said I was brave for up and moving to a place where I knew no one and where I had no job or plan, I didn’t feel brave because I wasn’t scared. It was an easy transition that I felt was necessary for me to finally breathe.
I fell in love with my apartment (which I still reside in 6 years later) and it instantly became my new home. I still feel so at home inside of my little Brooklyn apartment. I feel safe, comfortable, and free to be all shades of me. Part of me still feels like NY is my home, while most of me feels out of place. And again, it has me wondering “where is home?”
When I sit and really reflect on it, I’ve come to realize that it’s me that’s not at home within myself. I’m not completely comfortable with who I am yet. Perhaps because I do not really know who I am. Or I don’t fully embrace who I presently am. In either case, regardless of where I move or what occupation I change to, if I’m not comfortable with the person I am, I will continue to feel out of place, eventually. Realizing how much effort I’ve put on external things (i.e. moving, going to grad school, and mending old friendships) and how very little I’ve done internally, leaves me feeling……I’m not sure there are words to describe it. Perhaps disappointed, saddened, hurt, and even scared of the realization that I have so much internal work to do. All of the work and things I’ve done since moving to NYC in 2007, which I thought was for the best, have actually pushed me farther away from many of the personal goals I’d had upon moving. They have made me more of a prisoner inside myself. So, I suppose the real question is: How do I release myself from myself while truly opening up my heart, mind, and soul to embrace the present me and truly live comfortably and freely within myself and authentically outside myself (that’s a loaded question, eh?)
Where is home?
While DC will always be the home city I grew up in and a place I can always go back to. Home is wherever you choose it to be. For me, home lies within me. When I’m comfortable with who I am and am authentic in all I do, I can ultimately feel at home anywhere I am.
I hope wherever you are during the holiday season, you feel at home.
Happy Holidays with love, hot caramel mocha, and sweet potato pie,
It is the small things in life that make us the happiest. We seem to know this as children but gradually with time we forget and lose interest in wondrous things like a new penny, early morning pancakes, and rainbows in the rain. Tania Luna, a Chernobyl survivor, young immigrant, and someone who grew up with nearly nothing, reminds us of the little joys in life. Enjoy and spread the gratitude.