Hill Street Cafe

7 Nov

I’ve collapsed right here—————————————–^

That being said, I consider myself lucky to live as close to this place as I do.  Good beer selection, great food, and friendly service.  I love that they have Southern Tier 2X IPA on tap.  I love that the pool table isn’t terrible and has an even roll.  I love their pizza (seriously, it’s the best non-pizzeria pizza I’ve had in a long time).  I love that they don’t throw me out when I’m shwasted.  I love that I can watch any NFL game on Sunday there.  Except for last Sunday when the Bills jobbed.

It is also probably the best bookend bar that I’ve ever been to.  What is a bookend bar?  A bar that you can start and finish your nights at.  It’s only about two blocks from my apartment.  I’ll start at Hill St. at 8pm on a Saturday night and end up back there at 3:30 for a couple of rounds.  I just wish the walk home wasn’t uphill.

The clientele is largely locals.  Don’t be surprised if you see two or three familiar faces every time you pop in.  Overall, it’s a good crowd. Nobody’s looking for a fight…unless somebody hijacks the jukebox and plays something other than mid-late 90’s alternative rock.

Buy me a beer and I’ll buy us a round of electronic cricket.

Thank You #1

6 Nov

I thought I would take a minute to say thank you to all contributors, supporters and visitors.  You are what makes this fun and worth doing.  I wanted to give a special thanks to Joeboy, Andee and Marena.

Joey,

You are the first one who encouraged me to run with this idea and you’re always there to offer support when I feel as though this blog is an exercise in futility.

Andee,

Your sheer volume of posts in the past couple of weeks is impressive to say the least and I’m glad to have you as a collaborator and idea man.

Marena,

Not only do you post almost as much as I do, you’re probably funnier than I am.  You also provide a much-needed female voice.

Sincerely,

The Self-Hating Hipster

I hope this is the first thank you of many!

M83 – Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming

6 Nov

Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming turned out to be one of the more pleasant surprises of 2011.  Anthony Gonzales remarked some months before the release that it was going to be epic.  He wasn’t too far off.  It’s a neon glitter bomb.

It has all of what made M83’s prior albums great, and despite being a double album, the listener comes away feeling as though some of the fat has been trimmed.  Few songs exceed five minutes and those that do are very listenable unlike some of the sparse, sprawling bon voyages on Continue reading

Artist Rant No. 2

6 Nov

Last time I talked about the kind of art I hate. This time I’m going to talk about how much I hate being an artist in a non-art environment. Specifically family functions.

As an artist I find it not only frustrating, but insulting when people, including my family, say, “Oh go do this…you’re the artist.” Yesterday I went to my sister-in-law’s baby shower and there was a baby clothes decorating table. You know, like 200 white ones-ies and a butt-ton of fabric markers. I heard the above statement more times than I could count upon my decision to go make one (it was more by force, but we won’t get into that…). This happens in other instances too, like at bridal showers where someone is supposed to make a bouquet out of the ribbons from the obnoxious amount of presents the bride to be receives. Artists everywhere are cursed and therefore forced to endure these god-awful rituals. Isn’t it bad enough that we’ve picked one of the dumbest careers in the world? And then my aunt says, “You should design baby clothes!” You think I don’t know I’m capable of doing that crap?

Better yet is when your mother (sister, aunt, brother, etc.) comes up to you and says, “I want a drawing!”

Of what?! What do you want a drawing of!??!!? How about you look at my work and pick something you like and I’ll give it to you? I can’t count the number of times my mother has asked me to paint a fucking “mural” in her bathroom. “You know, I have all those bamboo sticks in vases, do something that matches that…”

These projects are what we call “ugly babies”. My mother has been heckling me for years for a drawing of “the kids”.  Last Christmas I finally gave in and drew a portrait of my five siblings. I found the dumbest, most unflattering pictures I could find of each one of us, collaged them together, and drew them. Mom was…pleased. My little cousin asked for a picture of the Jonas Brothers for her ninth birthday and as I sat there drawing it, all I could think was, “This is not what I’m going to let my life as an artist become.” Granted, the call I got of her screaming her head off about how much she loved it made it a little less awful, but still…

I don’t even need to get into the fact that I hardly draw anymore unless I’m tracing something– that’s the beauty of printmaking. And that not only do I have no interest in drawing my family members, or drawing FOR them, but does anyone have any idea what it’s like to be trivialized into some arts & crafts moron? Just because I have an interest in art does NOT mean that I want to make things out of bows and scrapbook materials. I’m all about having fun and making things that aren’t fine art, but when people assume that those things are something I want to do all the time, or better yet something I’m really good at, simply because I’m an artist, I want to light myself on fire.

My family has a very basic understanding of art, meaning that being an artist means you’re good at drawing. Concepts? Forget it. They look at my art and say, “So a horse that’s dead? Is that some comment on society?” (hold pistol to temple) “Is that red because you were angry when you made it?” (pull trigger)  Referencing historical artists and movements is just plain useless, and trying to have a conversation about these things is pretty much impossible. I took my mother to MoMA one year and all she wanted to do was look at Starry Night. Of all the beautiful and influential works of art in that gold mine of a building, she picks the one painting whose popularity makes me want to vomit.

Women of Avignon, The painting that potentially BEGAN modern art? Nothing.
De Kooning? Chagall? Nauman? Braque? Picabia?!  Kahlo?!? DUCHAMP!? SCHIELE!??!

Not even Cezanne! Just Starry Night.
Oh, it’s enough to kill me, but I digress.

The point is that just because I’m an artist, or even an art major, doesn’t mean that I should be expected to do all the stupid arts and crafts that you mere mortals do.

So, what have we learned from all of this?
Don’t invite me to a shower of any kind, ever. The mere thought of it makes me want to hulk out and break things into tiny pieces.

George Bellows and Boxing

5 Nov

When I was younger, my father, who was (and still is) a Hudson River painting collector/dealer, tried desperately to expose me to as many different things as possible and is probably the main reason that I am the collector/hoarder that I am today.  I do greatly enjoy and respect the luminescent pastorals that the Hudson River School had to offer and hung from time to time in my house, but at the same time, they were not the types of paintings that I saw myself owning and hanging in my own house.

One evening, my father, as he was wont to do, asked me to review a Sotheby’s catalog with him in our living room at home.  There were a number of Hudson River School paintings of interest that were up for auction, but as he continued to flip through, something caught my eye.  It was a lithograph of Bellows’ “Preliminaries (to the Big Bout)” (1916).

The subject matter coupled with the close attention to figures and Continue reading

Beard of the Week: November 3

3 Nov

This is a very special edition of Beard of the Week! Last night Snugs held the annual Movember Shave-Off, and we were able to raise about 450 dollars for men’s cancer research and awareness!

Instead of honoring a celebrity this week, I’ve decided to honor each of our brave shave-ees, who got up there to raise some money for a great cause!

This was my first beard of the night:

And my second, this guy also lost a mullet and was last years winner for best mustache at the end of the month:

And then, the big breadwinner for the night! He raised 210 dollars, mainly because he set himself a minimum of 150. We pooled together our and got shit done! Our dear friend and bartender:

(all these images are courtesy of my pal Brittany)

 

So that’s that! The night started off with me in beard heaven, and ended with a very sad Marena surrounded by clean-shaven men.

I ended up spending 40 dollars on shaving dudes, but I’d say it was worth it. At least I got to touch a few of them before I said goodbye. (I’m a total perv…)

At the end of the month there will be another event in which all the shaved boys will have a mustache competition. The winner gets a nice little sash and bragging rights for being able to grow the gnarliest facial hair.

Next week we’ll be back to our regular style of Beard of the Week, thank you to all the wonderful dudes who donated themselves to raising money last night! It was a totally rad time!

Resident Evil: Code Halloween

2 Nov

I figured I’d post on Resident Evil as my friend and RE guru, Steve and I dressed up as RE characters for Halloween and because what better time than the Halloween week to revisit the survival horror classic. Continue reading

Escape from the Zooey

2 Nov

A while back, one of my favorite blogger/columnists Drew Magary wrote something about the seemingly unstoppable force that is Taylor Swift. While it was a humor piece, the message was clear.  Finally someone voiced their frustrations about a young woman who despite her own good intentions, was being forced down the throats of the American public at large, in four minute sugary doses of pre-teen country songs.  It was a refreshing take on a celebrity who more or less got a free pass in public relations because her big moment Continue reading

Online Dating Experiment: Week 1

1 Nov

Much to my own chagrin, we are into our first week of Marena’s-going-to-write-about-online-dating-from-a-female-perspective experiment.

The results? Well, for one thing, they’re unsurprising.

Before we get into it, I suppose you should check out my profile. I tried to keep it as honest as possible, but considering the circumstances under which I’m doing this, I couldn’t help but be a bit of an idiot in my descriptions.

So there’s this thing where you answer ”match questions”, which I guess helps determine compatibility. However, it also makes this fun little chart for you. Here’s mine:

Nice right? And for the record, I wouldn’t go out with someone only if they were paying. It’s yes or no with this chick. They picked really random questions that I answered to make this. I would have rather seen a flowchart with the questions I answered about sex or politics, but here we are. Cats, jealousy, and booze.

…maybe it is fitting/accurate.

These questions are a bit weird sometimes. Not to mention a little vague. One asked “Are you more lonely or horny?”
Well if I’m horny it’s probably because I haven’t gotten any, which would imply at least a little loneliness, no?
Granted, I’m usually horny regardless of how my lonely-levels are.
Have I mentioned how much I hate the word “horny”?

Anyway, I’ve started getting these emails from the website telling me that people have ”chosen” me, which includes a little blurb saying that I’ve been rated with four stars or higher?
Um? You’re rating me? On what? I won’t get into the issues I have with this system, just know that I think it’s absurd.

Now, messages. So far I’ve gotten three. One of which simply said, “How are you?”
I didn’t respond. Polite? Yes. Interesting? No.
You have my whole profile page at your disposal. PICK something and write to me about it for the love of God! Isn’t that the point of this thing? That you have a chance to sit and think about something good to say?
Ugh.

The second asked if I like “gotees” (goatees) and spelled ketchup “katchup”. He also refuses to spell the entire word “you”. I told him I think goatees are completely untrustworthy. Here’s his response:
“OK. So u like clean shaven guys, that’s good u have a preference. I I would shave my little hair thing like my photo but it’s my character thing. I’m trust worthy, just never get what’s deserved back to me. I’m the nice guy that everyone likes, just as friends. I don’t get chances to prove I’m wonderful”

Cut off.
First off, it clearly says on my page, NUMEROUS times, that I have an affinity for beards. Second, if I told you I didn’t trust goatees, why would you then say it’s a part of your “character thing”. THIRD, don’t try to justify yourself to me already. That just makes me want to talk to you less. And fourth! Did you even GO to your high school English classes?

The third message was actually mildly interesting and well-written, but he seems to be falling under the ”write everything about everthing so that it seems like you’re the ideal guy” category. Apparently he loves to do just about everything (”spending the night at home with my family, preparing dinner and having fun” blah), but also thinks extremely highly of himself and based on how he answered some questions, may not be that nice to women.

I can’t do arrogance, but I’m playing the game and talking to him anyway.

I should also mention that none of these men are what I’d consider physically attractive.

OKcupid has this weird feature where you can see who’s visited your profile. You can turn it off but then you can’t see your visitors anymore. This feature makes me hesitant to even look at anyone’s profile, I think I’ve viewed six since I started my account. I however, like seeing who’s viewed mine, the demographic is well…interesting. After answering a buttload of match questions, I’m pretty sure I weeded out about every single local male on the website, so they’ve resorted to matching me with women as well.

I can’t help it if I’m picky.

So far I’ve found that most pictures are fair representations of the guys who post them. Again I haven’t looked at a lot, but even the profile pictures seem to be normal enough. What I have found though, as I mentioned about the third message guy, is that these dudes are just all too eager to be nice or desirable! I’ve traveled here, I enjoy good wine, I think people are unique and interesting and I want to meet you ALL!
Shutthefuckup.

One profile even says, “I’m really good at tossing together a good somethingorother at the last minute.”

…?

I’m trying to get over the attitude I have with this whole experience, but it’s hard when I know why I’m doing it. This also makes me hesitant to initiate contact with anyone. I know I have no intentions of getting anywhere as far as dates go, so I feel like I’m just being a misleading jerk if I try to talk to someone.
Luckily, the only person I’ve seen on here that I know is one of my students from my Silkscreen class. I called him out on it and asked why he put his body type as muscular when he weighs about 120 pounds (skinny little hipster kid, his thigh is about the size of my bicep) and can’t pull a good print to save his life, which any jacked man would be capable of.
So that is a plus, I haven’t had to deal with the fear of impending awkwardness of seeing someone from the site out at Snugs. Yet.

Some of my friends have told me that I really should go on at least one date to get the full experience. Given my experiences so far, I think it’s safe to say that won’t happen. Not because I refuse, but because no one who I would want to even think about going on a date with has been presented to me.
Either way, we will carry on for another three weeks.

Ironic Pro Wrestling T-Shirt of the Week!

1 Nov

I lived in Cohoes, NY for a few months during the two year purgatory stint I did for a health insurance company.  It was closer to work, got to move out of mom’s house, etc.  I was nineteen.  I probably wouldn’t do it again if I had the option.  No regrets or anything, just poorly conceived.  Cohoes was home to Vliet Mart, a mom & pop convenience store up the street from my grungy bachelor pad.  It sold what you’d normally come to find at one of these.   Continue reading