Ciao! Ray’s Pizza Bows Out
Ray's Pizza, 27 Prince Street, New York -- but not for long If you read the New York Times, you may know that Ray’s Pizza is about to bite the dust. I’m going to direct you to a piece I wrote for Obit...
View ArticleOccupy My Wallet?
"Protest Stencil Toolkit" samples in a gallery Late last week I received this email: Attn Jeff Weinstein, Blogger Out There In light of the current Wall Street protests, the PROTEST STENCIL TOOLKIT...
View ArticleThe Google Ghost in the Window
Who among you onliners has not Google Mapped your own address? The satellite bird’s-eye shots are thrilling enough, especially when you see how your neighbor’s yard looks like hay while yours is a...
View ArticleMenu Time-Travel
You need not ask me to explain the piles of old restaurant menus and food ephemera loaded into boxes and bags in my closet, because each item is more than glad to tell its story. The 1920s candy...
View ArticleMore About Old Menus
My favored outside writing-home of the moment, the cheerful Obit Magazine, just published a piece and a slideshow, What the Dead Once Ate, about old menus and the stories they tell that partners last...
View ArticleLearning To Cook: Meatloaf
Neither my brother nor I can recall sitting down to eat meatloaf when we were Brooklyn kids. But we must have, because we share a childhood “meatloaf ghost.” “It had something red and burnt on top,”...
View ArticleFrankenthaler Reminder (Tag: ‘Right-Wing’)
I haven’t read each and every worshipful Helen Frankenthaler obit, but of those I have seen, only the Los Angeles Times version mentions that she was one of those responsible for gutting the National...
View ArticleA Repost Re: Photographer Milton Rogovin
By Milton Rogovin. Copyright and reprinted with the permission of the Rogovin Collection LLC and the Board of Regents at the University of Arizona. “Out There” has been on indefinite holiday, but...
View ArticleCan Tweets Save Letters? The Postcard Solution
Postcard sticking its tongue out at a rival, the telegram. Sent to Miss Freda Fayman, Hall, West Virginia, June 30, 1913 (all postcards collection of Jeff Weinstein) Can tweets, texts and email save...
View ArticleLearning To Cook: Frittata
Potato, scallion, mushroom, sweet onion and Parmesan frittata, parsley on top Eggs, and recipes for eggs, are paradoxical. That shouldn’t seem so at first. An egg will do a certain thing when placed...
View ArticleWhat Cooking and Writing Have in Common
A Note to My Readers — Part 1 When I was a youngster, I thought writing blocks were cubes with different letters that I could arrange into words. I’d do it horizontally, left to right, just as I had...
View ArticleVazool
Here's the second part of trying to recreate a Brooklyn '50s memory in the form of a "written soup."
View ArticlePasta Vazool: The Conclusion
After many tries at uncovering its many guises, our cook finally discovers the garlicky pasta vazool that woke him from culinary sleep. Yes, an Artsjournal recipe.
View Article“Dirt Always Wins”— A Story in Six Parts
"Dirt Always Wins" is a story to be posted in six parts, two a week, about the narrator's intimate relationship with dirt. Here's the beginning.
View Article“Dirt Always Wins”— A Story, Part Two
"Dirt Always Wins" is a story in six parts, two posted each week, about the narrator's intimate relationship with dirt. Here's the second.
View ArticleSeahawks Sweat-Soda (a Partial Repost)
That’s Seahawks all-pro tackle Walter Jones selling it Perspiration in a Bottle Forgive me, I have never reposted anything, but the Superbowl opportunity smacked me in the face. These alluring...
View Article‘Dirt Always Wins’ (Part Three) — The White Goddess
No good will be served if I demonize my mother and claim that she was responsible for who I am, dirtwise. But almost everything I know about cleaning clothes and floors and toilets I learned from...
View Article‘Dirt Always Wins’ (Part Four) — Master of Alconox
When, for his ninth or tenth birthday, my spouse received a Gilbert chemistry set, all he wanted to do, he told me, was to make perfume and explosives. I had begged my parents for the same gift,...
View Article‘Dirt Always Wins’ (Part Five) — Pay Dirt
Now I was set up in San Diego, studying English and American literature because a really nice professor I knew with the odd first name of Sacvan – yes, Sacco and Vanzetti, plus his parents named his...
View Article‘Dirt Always Wins’ (Part Six) — Conclusion
This would normally be where a guy like me concludes by showing how I resolved my dirt issues, or at least negotiated a balance between cleaning and living free. But that would be a kind of cleaning...
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