Good stuff from Bob on Dillon Gee:
Behold: The Pizza Hacker
Huge hat tip to Brendan Bilko for pointing me to this link yielding a ton of awesome information.
First of all, there’s a blog about pizza called “Me, Myself and Pie” by a guy who is working on a feature-length documentary about pizza. That alone is great news for everybody. Because who doesn’t like pizza?
Second, it brings word of the Pizza Hacker, a San Francisco based unlicensed street vendor who modified a standard Weber grill to turn it into an outdoor wood-burning pizza oven, which is one of the most awesome things I’ve ever heard.
I’m insanely envious of people who can build things. I come from a long line of people who make real, substantive stuff. My grandfather was an engineer and inventor with dozens of patents. My dad designs buildings and sometimes paints pictures of Vin Diesel and Usher riding into battle on a chariot pulled by white tigers. My late brother made robots. I write about sandwiches. It’s downright humiliating when I think about it, but I never had the patience for the type of precision that manner of work required.
Anyway, that’s my issue, not yours. The pizza hacker’s Twitter says he’s in Ohio right now, but I will attempt to dispatch the good folks at the TedQuarters San Francisco desk for a report once he returns to the Bay Area.
Also, apropos of nothing besides interesting street-vendor fellows, does anyone remember the dude who used to set up outside of CBGB’s with all the fresh produce? A quick Googling tells me the cart was called “From Atlantis with Love,” and he made some unbelievable burritos/wraps/gyros/various street-meat sandwiches.
Anyone know if that guy is still somewhere in the city? I tend to doubt he stayed around that corner now that the venue closed down. I feel like I may have asked this of readers before but since I can’t remember eating one of those burritos in the past year, I don’t think I’ve gotten a satisfying answer, so the search continues.
Jets recap with Brian Bassett
Busy studio day for me. Brian weighs in on the crappy game and the even crappier news about Kris Jenkins:
Dr. Dre > Kanye West
Here’s the thing: Even before he came out on stage during Eminem’s performance, Dr. Dre was already the star of the show. That’s what I was thinking, at least.
Nothing engages a crowd like the familiar, inimitable bounce of Dre’s grooves, and though Eminem apparently lacks the attention span to perform more than a single verse and chorus of any of his songs, his renditions of classic Dre-produced singles like “The Real Slim Shady” and “Kill You” were clear highlights, at least to those of us appreciative of the funk.
Then 50 Cent showed up and played “In da Club,” and it became unmistakably clear to me that this concert was really about exposing just how awesome Dr. Dre is at making hip-hop beats for stadiums full of drunken dancing revelers.
But for whatever reason, I didn’t consider the possibility that Dr. Dre would actually show up until he did show up. Eminem started “My Name Is…” — another funky Dr. Dre bounce — and got up to Dre’s lyrical cameo in that song, and the music stopped.
Then, after appropriate fanfare, Dr. Dre showed up. It was awesome.
They played “Still D.R.E.” and then “Nuthin’ but a G Thang” with Eminem doing the Snoop Dogg part. During the latter, 50 Cent came back out on stage and it looked for a moment like he might be there to do something, about which I felt ambivalent.
But it turned out 50 Cent was just there to watch Dr. Dre do stuff, and that’s cool. I don’t imagine me and 50 Cent have all that much in common, but one thing we seem to share is that we both appreciate Dr. Dre. That’s good to know in case I’m ever in a situation in which I have to make idle chit-chat with 50 Cent.
Then Dr. Dre more or less promised that his long-awaited third album is coming out soon and is going to be awesome. I don’t remember exactly how he said it but I think he included something like, “Y’all know I won’t let you down.” And I believe him.
Later, Jay-Z hosted a musical revue featuring a bunch of artists I wasn’t particularly interested in seeing, like Kanye West and Drake and Chris Martin of Coldplay. He had a tight band with a horn section and an amazing light show and computer-graphics display, but the performance entirely lacked Dr. Dre.
Kiner’s Korner Revisited
Good story about David Cone:
SPOILER ALERT
So for those wondering: Yes, the outcome of the Jets game was ruined for me. By one of the guys I was sitting with, but also by about 300 people sitting around me at the Jay-Z/Eminem show last night.
Turns out if you’re looking to avoid information about a New York sporting event in progress, probably the best place to be is not a packed New York sporting venue.
Anyway, the upside is I didn’t have to stay up late watching that awful game. I’ll still watch it at some point this week, just to know the extent of its awfulness and to see for myself what was up with the Sanchise.
More on the concert in a bit.
All my rowdy friends better not text me and tell me what happens tonight because I’ll be TiVoing the game
So I got my hands on a ticket to the Jay-Z/Eminem show at Yankee Stadium months ago and didn’t realize it was tonight until yesterday. For some reason it was always Tuesday in my head. Also, I haven’t listened to much new music from either of them in several years besides the stuff that’s incessantly on the radio, and I’m inevitably going to be a little disappointed when they don’t just come out and play The Marshall Mathers EP and The Black Album back to back.
Regardless, it means a late night for me, plus complete media avoidance as I strive to not find out what happens before I get home and fire up the Jets game on DVR.
If you’re reading this and you happen to real-life know me, please do not call or text me about the happenings in said Jets game. Unless it’s to say something that’s universally true and will be true before and after the game, like “whoa nelly, that Mark Sanchez is handsome.” That’s reasonable.
In any case, here’s me and Brian Bassett previewing the Monday Night Party:
The glorious return
‘Beavis and Butt-head” — the show that celebrated the slacker way of life and helped make MTV into a network that did more than just play music videos — is coming back.
The move to resurrect the hugely popular 1990s animated anti-heroes has been rumored for several days. But yesterday, sources at MTV confirmed that a new batch of “Beavis and Butt-head” episodes are in the works.
Chris M reminded me of this in the comments section earlier; I missed the news entirely when it came out but I heard something about it a few weeks back.
With this, as with all new iterations of once-great TV series, I worry about the quality of the new shows. Will they live up to the standards of the originals, or will they work so hard to recapture the magic of the first run of episodes that they create, essentially, a parody version of Beavis and Butt-head, an over-the-top and ridiculous new installment of a series that was patently over-the-top and ridiculous to begin with?
Mike Judge is on board, so there’s reason to hope not.
I would also be concerned, as well, that the new show would not resonate with me the way the original did because the first run coincided with the time in my life spent mostly watching MTV, blowing stuff up and desperately and unsuccessfully pursuing female attention.
But when my friends and I took up watching the original episodes after college, we found them every bit as funny as we did when we saw them in middle school — if not moreso — though perhaps for different reasons.
At the very least, like the Post article says, the new episodes will give MTV a forum through which to start showing music videos again. And I always felt there should be entire hours of that network dedicated to showing videos through Judge’s hilarious animated filter, like Mystery Science Theater 3000, only, you know, with Beavis and Butt-head.
Plus it’ll give me a reason to figure out what channel MTV is on DirecTV.
Previewing Yanks-Rays with Cork Gaines
Cork writes RaysIndex.com.
Something I said last night
Matt Cerrone just linked to something I said last night on Twitter and I figured I should reiterate it here. It was this:
Amazing how many Mets fans see Santana’s injury as evidence for giving a big long-term deal to Cliff Lee and not the other way around.
I imagine Cliff Lee’s back issues have scared off at least a few of the legions planning on storming Citi Field and rallying outside SNY’s studios this offseason, but there will still likely be a vocal contingent dead set on making sure the Mets hear its pleas for the best free-agent pitcher available.
Lee, after all, looks to be the only man on the open market proven to be a True Number One. A Bona Fide Ace.
But again, those are labels. And though they’re labels used to describe great pitchers, and great pitchers help teams win and Cliff Lee is most certainly a great pitcher primed to help some team win, he’s also a 32-year-old pitcher likely to command a massive and lengthy deal.
And the lesson, I think, from Santana’s injury is that even the pitchers that seem invincible — the guys that can go out and pitch brilliantly on one knee in must-win games on the second-to-last day of the season and who bellow about their manhood when their managers come to pull them from games — are liable to break down eventually. It’s the nature of pitching.
So while it may be tempting to say, “aw, injuries happen, just because Santana got injured doesn’t mean Lee will; the Mets could really use an ace and Lee is the only ace that’s a free agent and thus the Mets should sign Lee,” because all those things are true, that doesn’t mean they add up to smart business. Running a baseball team wisely requires smart investments, and you just can’t be handing out big-time money to aging pitchers for multiple years when you’re already in financial straits.
That means, of course, that the Mets will — barring trade — have to plow into 2011 without the Frontline Starter of lore, but that is, frankly, the bed that they made. It is suboptimal, for sure, but there is no rule I know of in the Major League books that says you can’t win without heading into a season with a starter deemed a certain ace.