Thursday, March 13, 2008

Dog Art

"Cold are the hands of time that creep along relentlessly, destroying slowly, but without pity, that which yesterday was young. Alone our memories resist this disintegration and grow more lovely with the passing years."

Preston Sturges

If you happen to be over in the East Village this week, don't miss the delightful show of dog related art at Mascot Studios 328 East Ninth. It features the work of Peter McCaffrey and runs through March 17th and might even be extended. They are open Tuesday through Sunday (usually) from 1 p.m. to 7 p.m. Call just in case 212-228-9090. After viewing the Dog Art, stop in to Fabulous Fanny across the street and look at hundreds of pairs of the coolest vintage glasses you will ever find. Donatella Versace is a regular.

If any of you were thinking of becoming businessmen with clients in China, think again. Apparently the customary business meals includes vast quantites of baijiu, a super strong kerosene flavored liquor, often served at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Dishes served might include: cow’s lung soaked in chili sauce, goose stomachs, fish lips with celery, goat’s feet tendons in wheat noodles, ox forehead, turtle casserole and, finally, deer’s penis. I don't know about you but I feel I've eaten just about all the fish lips with celery I need. Although ox forehead sounds intriguing.

And what about the dog run, you might well ask? Well, we saw the return of Dave and Meredith last with Jack and Bubba in tow. It was Jack's birthday and he'd celebrated the night before with a bevy of strippers and was pretty hung over, though happy. Dave and Meredith have abandoned their thoughts of "movin' on up" a la Sherman Helmsley and have decided to remain in the lush bohemian ghetto with the rest of us.

Jessica reports that our own Kim H. appeared this morning on E! News with Lindsay Lohan who attended Kim's L.A. pop-up store awhile back. Meanwhile Kim appeared Sunday at Lincoln Center playing triangle with Pink Martini!

My autobiography with my co-auto biographer Michael Musto about our lives as gangbangers and drug dealers in the 80s in South Central lost our publisher Simon & Shuster yesterday due to that other gal Marge Seltzer who actually LIED about her years in South Central and ruined everything for the authentic among us. Michael, who was the very first openly gay, Jewish Crip is particularly upset. We are turning in our Rottweilers and moving on. (Only Bloods have Pit Bulls.)

Movies to see: "Paranoid Park" by Gus van Sant, with the great cinematographer Christopher Doyle and "Contempt" by Jean Luc Godard, a classic with both Godard and Brigitte Bardot at their peaks, soon to be showing at the Film Forum. Neither is a "27 Dresses", but sometimes you gotta open your heart and mind for art.

Best to all!

Sidney & Roberta

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i often find myself playing the triangle with a martini, but neither the triangle or the martini are pink. that's the difference between living in boston and living in nyc.