Monthly Archives: August 2012

Via Laughing Squid, Julia Remixed by Melodysheep.

Eat a Peach Week continues with this bit of loveliness from Manager.

Over at Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule check out 20 Movies that mean “The Movies.”

[Photo Via The Matthau Company]

Here is a 1970 story by I.B. Singer. It was written in Yiddish and recently translated by David Stromberg:

Being a writer for a Yiddish newspaper means wasting half the workday on people who come to request advice or simply to argue. The manager, Mr. Raskin, tried several times to bring this custom to an end but failed repeatedly. Readers had each time broken in by force. Others warned that they would picket the editorial office. Hundreds of protest letters arrived in the mail.

In one case, the person in question didn’t even knock. He threw open the door and before me I saw a tiny man wearing a black coat that was too long and too wide, a pair of loose-hanging gray pants that seemed ready to fall off at any moment, a shirt with an open collar and no tie, and a small black spot-stained hat poised high over his brow. Patches of black and white hair sprouted over his sunken cheeks, crawling all the way down to the bottom of his neck. His protruding eyes—a mixture of brown and yellow—looked at me with open mockery. He spoke with the singsong of Torah study:

[Photo Via: It’s Never Summer; Half a Day on Sunday]

The artist is Matteo Pericoli. The book is City Out of My Window: 63 Views on New York.  It is a treat.

Also check out Pericoli’s Manhattan Unfurled.

Both are books worth owning.

Street Art from Savage Eyes via This Isn’t Happiness.

Today’s the Day, hooray, hooray…

[Photo Via: Lovely Derriere]

What a lovely night to return to recapping. Summer hit my apartment like a solid right hook this June, sent us sprawling around the East Coast for months. Vacations in Pittsburgh, DC, Gloucester and Maine. Work travel to more cities than I can list.

In the meantime Yanks went up, up, down, splat and are now back to somewhere around sea level. I was happy my first game back at the Banter would be a CC start – best chance for blowout win. So much for that. David Phelps got the call instead. Lucky for me, he can pitch.

As David Cone and Paul O’Neill covered in an especially jovial night in the YES booth, Phelps has the requisite arsenal to pitch in the big leagues and enough confidence in his various offerings to throw any pitch at any time. His numbers tonight aren’t going to knock you out, but this wasn’t the Blue Jays farm team, this was the defending American League Champion at something close to full strength.

With an 80-pitch limit, Phelps completed five innings and allowed six hits, walked one and hit another. He struck out three, but more impressively, other than David Murphy, nobody could square him up. Murphy, a bench bat on a “Yankee-killer” team, blasted a homer and double, but the rest of the contact was weak. When guys got on, Phelps deftly picked them off. He was very good.

There is a possibility that this was just an off-night for Texas since a Wight (that’s a reanimated corpse for those of you who have not been to Westeros) resembling Derek Lowe came out and dazzled them for the final four innings. But given that Phelps has been effective most of the year, I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Ryan Dempster took the ball for Texas. The Yankees and Rangers have both been crushed by pitching injuries and ineffectiveness this year. The Yanks have survived on internal options. The Rangers went out and got Oswalt. Then they got Dempster. I don’t necessarily remember anyone advocating for either of those guys for the Yanks, but certainly Dempster seemed a better option than Freddy Garcia or Hughes and Nova at their worst. Maybe not.

Dempster’s been pretty bad for Texas and the Yanks got to him in the third. I went into the kids’ room for bedtime down 2-0 and as I came out I thought to myself “5-2 Yanks.” Granderson was up with bases loaded and missed a grand slam by about ten feet. The sac fly to center  made the score 5-2. Sorry Curtis, I should have been greedier. I rewound to watch Swisher’s grand slam. Chavez added another homer in the sixth. Both were mature-content homers – Swisher’s never bothered to start descending.

The Yankees took the first game of this four-game series 8-2. Perhaps fans place too much importance on certain regular season match-ups, but it occurs to me that this would be an excellent week to kick some ass. Let’s get to Sunday and look back at Monday as the nail-biter.

Photo via AP/Seth Wenig

A big week for the Bombers–4 against the Rangers, 3 against the Red Sox–begins tonight at the Stadium.

Beautiful night for it, too. David Phelps on the hill; D. Lowe in the pen.

Derek Jeter SS
Nick Swisher DH
Robinson Cano 2B
Mark Teixeira 1B
Eric Chavez 3B
Curtis Granderson CF
Russell Martin C
Raul Ibanez LF
Ichiro Suzuki RF

Never mind the cattle prod: Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Picture by Bags]

Hotel Coin Washer Keeps ‘Em Clean from Mike Anderson Media on Vimeo.

Check out this short from Mike Anderson Media.

From our pal Craig Robinson.

Cause some days it’s just like that.

[Picture By Brian M. Viveros]

David Lebobitz gives us peach shortcake.

Couple of weeks ago I walked past an electronics store on my way to work in midtown and saw a sign in the window: Going out of Business. I didn’t pay it any mind because that’s the kind of sign you always see in those store windows. Except then the place closed. And it got me thinking, you don’t see rip-off electronic/camera shops around much anymore, do you?

[Photo Via: Retro New York]

“Still Life with Bottle, Glass and Lemons,” By Paul Cezanne (1867-69)

Joe Kubert, one of the greats, passed away yesterday. He was 85. Rest in Peace.

If you get a chance to catch About Face, an HBO documentary about Super Models, check it out. It’s especially good.

Phil Hughes got his tits lit today and the Yanks were getting trashed 10-1. Happens. But they came back before they lost 10-7. Nice effort, got to like this team’s fight but this game will be remembered for Raja Davis’ sensational catch. Robbed a homer Casey McGeheeand will never forget it either.

[Photo Credit: Fred Thornhill/Reuters]

Hughes and the Yanks go for the sweep this afternoon in Toronto.

Derek Jeter SS
Nick Swisher RF
Mark Teixeira 1B
Robinson Cano DH
Andruw Jones LF
Curtis Granderson CF
Casey McGehee 3B
Russell Martin C
Jayson Nix 2B

Never mind those brooms just yet: Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Humans of New York Via It’s a Long Season]

Always exhale the facts cause I don’t inhale lies.

[Photo Via: Obey the Streets]