On set of The Sopranos


Wednesday I took a tour, led by Phil's sister Rebecca, of Silvercup Studios out in Long Island City. Its most famous tenants in recent years have been The Sopranos and Sex in the City. I strolled through the backroom of Bada Bing and sat in Tony's chair while admiring the voluminous collection of porno posters. We took a walk through the base level of Uncle Junior's house, gazed into Artie Bucco's Vesuvio's restaurant, and toured the inside of Tony's house. The exterior shots at Tony's house are shot somewhere else. For the view of the outside world as seen from inside Vesuvio's, the production designers use a long transparent curtain on which is painted a street scene. When backlit, the screen (its name eludes me) is indistinguishable from a real street scene backdrop.


I may soon be sleeping with the fishes in the Hudson River for publishing this photo, but I think millions of people are already familiar with Tony and Carmela's kitchen. I peeked in the refrigerator and was disappointed not to find any leftover ziti.




Sopranos fan eagerly awaiting the next and perhaps final season of the show shouldn't get too worked up. Filming on that season hasn't begun yet.


Wine and swine me


Two Mondays ago I attended a food and wine tasting event. The theme? Pinot and pork; these are a few of my favorite things. A local wine importer sponsored the event, and proceeds went to Slow Food U.S.A, an "educational organization dedicated to promoting stewardship of the land and ecologically sound food production; reviving the kitchen and the table as the centers of pleasure, culture, and community; invigorating and proliferating regional, seasonal culinary traditions; creating a collaborative, ecologically-oriented, and virtuous globalization; and living a slower and more harmonious rhythm of life."


The pork dishes? Delicious. As soon as the event began, everyone was fighting for a spot in one of the food lines to grab a sampler from one of the participating restaurants. A bite of pork belly here, a bbq pork sandwich nibble there, and before you know it you're stuffed. Quaff the equivalent in pinot and you're loopy to boot. Rookie mistake. Next time I'm going to pace myself and wait for everyone to tire themselves out, and then I'll make my move. The space, which appeared to be a night club after hours, didn't have enough tables. People were standing around trying to hold a wine glass and a small plate of food and to eat and drink, all at once. Not an easy task with only two arms.


My old roommate Robert first turned me on to pinot noir. Ever since Sideways, the popularity of pinot has soared, and unfortunately, most of the pinots I've tried since just don't measure up. The pinot noir I love tastes like earth, and the pinots I tried at this event tasted fruity, like light burgundies. This seems especially true of pinots from California, though I haven't sampled enough to assert that with any confidence.


Scatterplot


The whole world's getting fat

The prime culprit cited is urbanization and the changes it causes in diet and lifestyle. People move to cities and drink more sugary soft drinks and food drenched in cheap vegetable oils, while automobiles and tv's facilitate more sedentary lifestyles. Also, the market value of processed foods is 3X that of the foods straight off the farm, so multinational food companies add cheap sugar, fats, and oils to agricultural products.


On a related note, the USDA released a new food pyramid...s

Only available online, the pyramid is customized according to age, sex, and physical activity, 12 different pyramids in all. Seems to confusing to be practical. I'm to eat 9 ounces of grains, 3.5 cups of veggies, 2 cups of fruits, 3 cups of milk, and 6.5 ounces of meat & beans daily. Probably not going to happen. Not that I expected a magic bullet, but if one of the criticisms about the old pyramid was that everyone ignored it, this new pyramid isn't going to do much better. That little stick figure needs to work on his calves, and he has no neck, hands, or feet, which is quite sad.




Divorce rates not as high as people think

The common saying is that one in two marriages end in divorce, but the actual rate has never exceeded 41 percent, and it is on the decline among college graduates.


A handy new mid-range zoom for Nikon's digital SLRs

I've been looking for a lightweight mid-range zoom like this, especially for shooting sporting events. The lens is slow at f4-5.6, but that doesn't matter as much with a digital SLR b/c of adjustable ISO as long as the focus is quick.


Highlights from last week's late-night talk show monologues

Letterman on Tiger Woods: "Congratulations to Tiger Woods. Won his fourth Masters golf tournament. What an amazing accomplishment, tremendous. I was not aware of this, but if Tiger Woods wins one more green jacket, he officially becomes a Christo project."


An animation using the recent and popular Craiglist/GoogleMaps integration to show that as you move up in price in New York rentals, you move in closer and closer on Manhattan


This latest entry at Postsecret (a site that displays postcards, mailed in by random people, containing secrets) is funny, and mean


A Boards of Canada remix of "Broken Drum" from Beck's very cool Guero


Around my brain in 80 seconds

Congrats Dave and Karen!
Whole Foods opens in Union Square this Wednesday, Mar. 16
Whoo-hoo! I've been waiting for the store to open ever since I moved to NYC. In another city, Whole Foods would count as a premium grocery store, but relative to other NYC stores, I think its prices will be reasonably unreasonable. Trader Joe's may invade Union Square this year as well, providing some downward pricing pressure. [news via Gothamist]
Bill Gurley blogifies his "Above the Crowd" newsletter/column
RSS feed for the column here. Always an interesting read, though Gurley's last post up until this week was from Fall 2004. The blog format should encourage more activity
The fantasy baseball league I play in, Mendoza Baseball, implemented an arbitration simulator this spring. Really cool. I don't think I've seen that in any other fantasy baseball simulation anywhere. I went to arbitration with some of my players today, and it was nervewracking waiting for the browser to refresh and display the arbitrator's decision when the player and I differed on salary judgments. Yes, I'm a total geek for caring about this, but some of you out there must play fantasy baseball, and if you're interested in trying to be a fantasy Billy Beane, check it out. The league has all sorts of interesting participants, from professors to students doing their PhDs on fantasy baseball
Kurt Eichenwald's Conspiracy of Fools hit bookstores this week. The book details the Enron scandal. I have a soft spot for white collar criminal non-fiction. Eichenwald's The Informant, about price-fixing at Archer Daniels-Midland, was excellent.
From The Onion: "According to a study released Monday by the Center for Media and Social Research, the reality-TV genre is unfairly biased against black people. The study revealed that reality is unfair to blacks, as well."
And from The Onion frontpage: "Could Hillary Clinton Have What It Takes To Defeat The Democrats In 2008?" and "Thick Sweater No Match For Determined Nipples"
Last Friday, Mike, Joannie, and I caught DJs A-Trak and Diplo at Sonotheque
Amazing stuff by DJ A-Trak, an honorary member of Invisibl Skratch Piklz and the first DJ ever to win all three major titles (DMC, ITF and Vestax) and the first DJ to win five world championships. He was Kanye West's personal DJ on tour last summer. A-Trak's first DVD and soundtrack Sunglasses is a Must comes out this summer on Audio Research Records

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Darn, Lance is going to skip Paris-Roubaix after all


I like this week's New Yorker cartoon of the week. My nephew Ryan is a Babar fan; I'll have to save this for him.




New York Magazine's Best of New York 2005


John Updike reviews Jonathan Safran Foer's second novel, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Updike would have preferred the novel slightly further away, and a bit quieter


Food porn

Agh, I'm so hungry


Waiter Rant

Meant to post this a while ago--I think I saw it it in a NYTimes article a while back--but it's still a fresh read


The movie rental version of "Who's on First?"


NASA's World Wind is a sweet app that allows you to browse photos on any place on earth via satellite photography

Sadly, it's only available for Windows users, but I demoed it on a friend's computer and it's cool, if a bit slow


The Whitney


Mark and Ken visited at various points this weekend. Ken led me to the Whitney Museum of American Art on Saturday afternoon. It was my first visit there. He wanted to see the Bill Viola exhibit, specifically. I wasn't familiar with Viola's work before, but after seeing Eve Sussman's hypnotic high definition video installation "89 Seconds at Alcazar" at MOMA, I had a newfound interest in video installations as an art form.


Viola's exhibit at the Whitney (purchased in 2002 with the Tate, London, and the Centre Pompidou in Paris in a three-way partnership) was titled "Five Angels for the Millenium." On each of five screens in a darkened room, slow-motion video depicted images of angels flying up out of or down into pools of water. Slow-motion and reverse footage was employed in some shots to entrancing effect. It takes some patience to wait out each of the five angels; much of the time, the screens simply depict a dark pool of water, a few ripples reflecting colored light, or a few bubbles rising or falling. It also takes a while for your eyes to acclimate to the near total darkness in the room, so it's best to slow down once inside lest you nearly tackle some complete stranger as I did. I'm not sure what each of the angels represents, but the videos are mysterious and powerful, like a vision.


I also enjoyed the Tim Hawkinson exhibition. Many of his works examine his own body in unique ways, inspiring some new meditations on self, consciousness, and identity. "The Wall Chart of World History from Earliest Times to the Present" resembles a tub of intestines rendered in red ink as a tightly packed coil of spirals. "Signature" is an ingenious machine mounted on a school desk that continually signs the artist's name on a piece of paper before chopping it off and dropping it in a pile surrounding the desk. "The Emoter" is a mechanical face animated based on electrical readings from programming on television. Really fascinating body of work.


The Whitney admission prices are $12 for adults, $9.50 for students and seniors. Fridays from 6-9pm is pay-what-you-want admission.


Eve Sussman is now working on a video installation titled "Raptus," a modern recreation (set in Brooklyn) of the Jacques-Louis David painting "The Rape of the Sabine Women" (some images from the filming can be seen here).


Phenomenon of the plastic smile


Eric forwarded me this interesting article from the Seattle Times about the "phenomenon of the plastic smile," or the "Seattle Freeze." That is, Seattle-ites being extremely friendly in passing situations but stingy with genuine friendship and intimacy. After reading it, I scanned my seven years in Seattle to see if I agreed. My conclusion was that I experienced a very mild case of the Seattle Freeze. Relative to a place like New York City or Chicago, the two places I lived around my Seattle years, Seattle natives can seem reserved. But I've always done plenty of things on my own, also, so who knows where the blame lies. I was fortunate to work at a company with hundreds of out-of-town imports, all around the same age group, all new to the city. We made our own little social circles.


The idea that New Yorkers are unfriendly is a myth, though. In my half year here, I've found most New Yorkers to be really friendly, if not in passing situations, then in more intimate social settings. Sure, the person sitting across from you in the subway may be lost in his or her iPod and paperback, but that may just be claustrophobia. There are a lot of freakin' people crammed on this island, and you have to form a social bubble just to maintain some personal space for a few hours each day. But people are socially voracious here, especially relative to folks in the Pacific Northwest. Meet someone out and chances are you'll have traded cell phone #'s and e-mails by evenings end, and next weekend you'll have one more option for a weekend out. People are always looking for people to hang out with, perhaps because we all live in shoebox-sized apartments. The more the merrier is the general philosophy in NYC, and so Evites are passed around like so many phone numbers and photos out of Paris Hilton's Sidekick.


There's more open space in the Pacific Northwest, less intense pressure to be out and about in the scene. It's part of the laid-back feel out there. I enjoy both styles of living, but the ideal would be perhaps to have a house in Seattle and a penthouse in Manhattan. And a private jet to hop back and forth between the two cities.


Hunter Thompson commits suicide


Hunter Thompson shot himself Sunday night


The Seattlest, the latest in city blogs descended from The Gothamist

This link's for my old Seattle pals


The New Yorker on The Gates

"“The Gates” succeeds precisely by being, on the whole, a big nothing. Comprehended at a glance, it lets us get right down to being crazy about ourselves, in a bubble of participatory narcissism that it will be pitiable to have missed." (As an aside, my favorite critique of The Gates was Stephen Colbert's from The Daily Show (Quicktime))


More cool downloads from Salon's Audiofile: MP3s from Return to N.Y. by AK-Momo


The compressed world of Manhattan


I was chatting with a guy in my cooking class, and he mentioned he was from Austin. I told him I wanted to visit Austin sometime to do the Ride for the Roses, and he said his brother was best friends with Lance Armstrong and helped to organize the ride.


"Wait, your brother is Bart Knaggs?" I asked, in some disbelief.


"Yeah!" he said.


I met Bart the first time I visited the Tour in 2002. On the last day of our trip, he joined us for dinner at our hotel. Good guy, and a bull of a rider.


Today I read that one of the finalists is New York Citi Habitats real estate broker Judd Harris. He was one of the brokers who showed me apartments when I first arrived in NYC. He was one of the more humane of an otherwise sleazy profession, though he didn't find me any sterling properties. I'll have to check in on American Idol from time to time this season to cheer him on. May he sell to Simon, Paula, and Randy better than he did to me.


The Gates




The sun and mid-50's weather made an unusual appearance in February in NYC yesterday afternoon (or maybe not so rare in this age of global warming), so after cooking class, I rushed up to Central Park on the subway to catch Christo and Jeanne-Claude's The Gates before sundown. I saw them for about an hour before the sun disappeared behind skyscrapers to the southwest.


I wasn't sold on The Gates prior to seeing them, perhaps because of the sheer volume of build-up, but they won me over as the afternoon passed. The more gates I walked under, the more at peace I felt. Is it the orange color? The feeling of returning to childhood evoked by walking under wind-swept swaths of fabric? The rustling of the breeze against the nylon reminded me of rolling in piles of leaves in the autumn, or of lying under bedsheets billowing in the wind sweeping in an open bedroom window. The effect of The Gates is not the visual punch in the face that results from sheer magnitude or scale but instead one of repetition and color (one can only imagine what the impact of the installation would have been if the artists had received permission to put up 15,000 gates, as they originally wanted, instead of the 7,500 they were ultimately granted). To my eye, they add something to Central Park (which I've never thought of as breathtakingly beautiful). Also, it's a treat to see one of Christo and Jeanne-Claude's installations in person in my lifetime. Since they're only temporary and since Christo and Jeanne-Claude funded them, I don't understand New Yorkers who grouse about them as if the city had been assaulted (one crazy woman on the subway yesterday asked me if I'd seen them, muttering to no one in particular that "they'd raped Central Park"). A more understandable objection, though the details are not clear to me, is the environmental one. Environmentalists worried about the work's effect on Central Park's birds.


A few pics here, with a couple more available on Flickr...








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Fighting cancer with HIV


Best places for viewing The Gates in Central Park


Lance Armstrong to ride Paris-Nice this year

Awesome. He's also riding the Tour of Flanders, Amstel Gold, Fleche Wallonne, Liege-Bastogne-Liege as part of his renewed commitment to the one-day classics, i.e., he was bored of dominating the TDF


Interesting sports photo from the Paralympic Games

Lots of other great 2005 World Press Photos of the Year. Some others I like (here here here here here here here here here here)


Google Print

Google's answer to Amazon's Search Inside the Book


Fruits of my Pseudo A.D.D.


One of the most useful Firefox Extensions is SessionSaver

In the event of a crash, it restores your browser as it was


You really can die from heartbreak

Which is why it's unbelievable when you see octogenarian Cubs fans


Sofiane Sylve, considered the world's foremost Balanchine dancer

One of the NYC bright talents I need to see sometime


Linky is a Mozilla plug-in that allows you to open multiple links at once

Saw this in Boing Boing. It's a godsend for pages with lots of photo thumbnails


Video for "An Honest Mistake" by The Bravery

Touted as one of the hot bands to watch for 2005. Reminds me of alternative music I listened to in the late 80's (in a good way), back when alternative was more, well, alternative


The Penny Black Project from Microsoft Research

This particular anti-spam approach attacks spammers by consuming CPU cycles for each message sent. I've read many variants on this approach, including charging a tiny amount per message, and it always sounds reasonable and feasible. My spam filters keep my inbox manageable, but I'm all for new approaches


Graphic, brutal, pro-vegetarian video from PETA titled "Meet Your Meat," narrated by Alec Baldwin

I turned vegetarian for a half year once before, and this video has me feeling it again. If anything, it's at least a powerful argument against factory farms and for purchasing organic meat from more humane farms, if at all possible


Ever since installing Mac OS X Update 10.3.8, my PowerPC G5 fans have been turning on and off constantly

If they ran all the time, I'd probably forget about the noise, but the constant on and off is really distracting


A primer on how to cut various fruits and vegetables

Excellent--lots of wisdom I learned in my knife skills class is available here for free!


The Nike Dunk Pidgeon sneaker

When I saw this, I thought it was perhaps the most beautiful sneaker I had ever seen. No idea why.


Pseudo A.D.D., brought on by the Internet

I am almost certain I suffer from this


IKEA is freaking dangerous

Just a half year ago, at least 3 people were crushed to death at an IKEA store opening in Saudi Arabia. Competitors might also take this as a sign that the world really, really needs cheap furniture


I wanted to laugh at this guy, but he's having a lot of fun, and I do the same thing myself from time to time


I agree, this change to the NYTimes e-mail an article functionality stinks

You can no longer e-mail the body of an article. I used to e-mail bodies of NYTimes articles to my GMail acct for future reading, my GMail acct being like a meat locker for mobsters to stash bodies


The year of poultry


Happy Chinese New Years to all. We now enter the year of the rooster ("year of the cock" jokes seem like they might be funny, but in actuality aren't), though the previous two lunar new years (nos 4700 and 4701) were very kind to poultry also. I was suffering from a head cold today, but not so badly that I wanted to risk the bad luck that might come from not having some Chinese noodles and fish in Chinatown.


What a madhouse. I wasn't even there for the parades and fireworks show, but I nearly lost my eye several times as young kids everywhere tossed those noisemaking poppers in all directions and drunken revelers pulled strings that launched confetti and streamers out of plastic containers. The streets of Chinatown were blanketed in confetti. Poor street cleaners.


I've always wondered why it is that anyone would believe that everyone born in a certain year or particular month (astrology) have the same personality. But if you do and are giving birth to a child this year, expect him or her to be aggressive, adventurous, and industrious. Famous roosters include Confucius and Britney Spears. Plus, everything will taste like your kid.


According to Chinese tradition, roosters are worst suited to rabbit year people. Famous rooster: Jennifer Aniston. Famous rabbit: Angelina Jolie. Wow, this stuff really works!






Knife Skills 1


I cashed in one of my Christmas presents yesterday, taking the one day Knife Skills 1 class at NYC's Institute of Culinary Education. The class was three hours long and taught by Norman Weinstein, a colorful character. I'm no dynamo in the kitchen, but I considered myself competent, though self-taught, with a knife. What I aspired to was the speed and accuracy of the chefs I'd seen on television. Like Daniel LaRusso, I walked in expecting to break boards, and instead was handed sponges and paintbrushes and told to wash cars and paint fences.


This was a good thing. We started with basics, the knives themselves. Weinstein was a huge advocate of Wusthof knives, and those were the type provided for the class. They're the same knives provided to the professional students at the school (we were the recreational track). I was glad to hear it as the 8" cook's knife and 3.5" paring knife I have at home are both Wusthof. Something about the way they feel in the hands just feels right versus knives like Henckels, and they have a nice heft to them. Some people prefer lighter blades, but the techniques we learned in the class rely on the heft of the knife to do a lot of the work, so wielding lighter knives (e.g. Global knives) would require more effort and strain from the arm.


Along those lines, Weinstein sold me on the idea that size matters, and by the end of the class I'd come around to his line of thinking (I could hear Paul Hogan's voice in my mind's ear: "8" cook's knife? That's not a knife. [Pulling out 10" cook's knife.] This is a knife"). I spent most of the class wielding the 10" cook's knife, and at the end, I took advantage of the one-time 10% discount they offer to students of that class to purchase a Wusthof Classic 10" Cook's Knife from the school store. That special discount brings prices for Wusthofs down below those you can find on the internet and was an unexpected benefit of taking the class.


The most important thing I learned in the class was not to ever chop down with a knife. Let the blade do the work, and the blade works best when it's moving more horizontally than vertically. Most of our cuts were made pushing the knife away from us, angled slightly down. With the proper technique, cutting vegetables became effortless, almost zenlike, the bolster of the knife tracing a tilted ellipse in the air.


We learned how to grip various knives, which knives to use for which tasks, what the best cutting board material and brand was, how many knives we needed to own, how to hone and sharpen knives, and, of course, how to cut a variety of vegetables. Of course, some of it was Weinstein's opinion, and different teachers at the school have their own preferences. Another student who was preparing to work in a restaurant soon mentioned that another teacher she'd had at ICE used nothing but the Wusthof Santoku Knife. Most all the experienced chefs and cooks there use the same basic techniques, though, and now, hopefully, so will I.


Fun class, and recommended for all who have a few hours to spare to learn basic kitchen knife skills. Everone in the class was older than I was and had spent a lifetime in the kitchen, and even they had much to unlearn and learn. I may have to pony up for Knife Skills 2 and 3.




Eleven Madison Park


Last week was Restaurant Week in NYC. I sampled several participating restaurants, but the one providing the best experience was Eleven Madison Park. From my point of view, a restaurant that participates in Restaurant Week should do so to attract new customers who might otherwise be intimidated by the normally steep prices or just by the unknown. Therefore, you should put your best foot forward for customers stopping in that week.


Eleven Madison Park was the only restaurant I visited that seemed to subscribe to that theory. After my friend and I had finished our lunch ($20.12 prix fixe lunch in honor of NYC's bid for the 2012 Olympics), chef Kerry Heffernan stopped by our table to ask how our meal was. Then they gave each of us a $20.05 gift certificate for our next meal there and a large chunk of chocolate shaped like a leaf. Exceeding expectations? Check. Return customer? Check.


The staff and service were impeccable, a common denominator of all the Danny Meyer restaurants I've been to. No need to flag down a waiter; simple eye contact sufficed for any request since the waiters were always looking out for such cues. I'm anxious to try The Modern, Meyer's newest restaurant (just opened this Monday) at the MOMA, and Blue Smoke, his BBQ joint.




Another Google beta


Google Maps is sweet

Nice, clean interface, especially relative to Mapquest, and a sweet DHTML implementation. I like the 3-D pushpin results for businesses; try "pizza near [your zip code]" for example. What's needed now, for us Manhattanites, is a merger with HopStop functionality


Region 3 DVD of Kung Fu Hustle available for pre-order, ships Feb. 25

Aww yeah


miscellany


A company employs Third World laborers to play MMORPG 24/7 to create digital weaponry and later sues the game's creator for trying to crack down on the practice

And other humorous tales of lawsuits brought on by virtual events. I have this new image of my childhood, me taking a bath while someone I'd hired sits there rocking a joystick back and forth, helping my character run the 1600m run in the Decathlon for Atari 2600


Smoking ban in NYC hasn't hurt business

Though the analysis cited is far from scientific. Still, it's a blessing that coming home smelling of smoke and having to dry clean your outfit the next day is a distant memory. Let's hope public bathrooms without automatic flushing sensors will also go the way of the pterodactyl in the near future


Vietnamese man survives bird flu. Doctors puzzle over two mysteries: how did he contract the disease, and how did he survive?

Frightening possibility is that the disease has recombined with human flu and evolved the ability to pass from person to person, not just from bird to person. That could lead to a global pandemic. Docs believe one reason this man survived was his fitness; he runs 14 miles a day. If that's the level of fitness required to survive bird flu, I'm in trouble


Humorous ACLU ad about the implications of some type of national identity data warehouse

Of course, the private sector (e.g. Wal-Mart, your local pizza joint, Citicorp) sees this as a holy grail and has already made numerous efforts to build such global views of their customers


Implicit Association Tests

I stumbled home from drinks with a friend slightly buzzed tonight and took every one of these tests. It's embarrassing to have one's biases revealed so easily


Bode Miller wins first in the men's downhill at the world Alpine ski championships

Daron Rahlves finished second, making it the first 1-2 finish for U.S. skiers at a world championship. Said Miller afterards: "I don't have any weaknesses really. I'm decent on the flats, but not the best, I'm good on turns, good in the air, off jumps I don't really make mistakes. There's no hole in my skiing."


Police use Photoshopped photos to ID the location of a child pornography site

The police used the invisibles technique employed primarily for puzzles up until now. By erasing people from photos, they made it easier for the public to identify the location


A new movie by Shunji Iwai titled Hana & Alice

Umm, shoot, I can't read Japanese. I'm a huge fan of Swallowtail Butterfly and All About Lily Chou Chou (out on DVD Feb. 15, 2005!) though, so I hope this makes it to NYC. All About Lily Chou-Chou felt to me like a Japanese New Wave movie


Ourmedia.org will offer a place to host audio and video content for free, with unlimited bandwidth

Wow, how are they going to afford that?!


Fat Pig


James and I went to see Fat Pig on Jan. 19. Neil Labute's newest play had premiered in NYC on Nov. 17, 2004, and as In the Company of Men is one of my favorite movies (to admit to liking it is repugnant to some people, especially those who consider the movie and Labute to be misogynist, but I enjoy professing my love for that movie the way I imagine certain Americans enjoy telling others that they like to take their coffee black, and strong; and I don't consider Labute misogynist, though I'm not sure I'd want him dating one of my sisters), I couldn't resist grabbing tickets to a premiere of his latest work. James is a huge Jeremy Piven fan, so I was hoping we'd catch him in the lead role as Tom, but Piven departed in early January to complete work on season two of Entourage.


Jo Bonney directed this production, and it showed at the Lucille Lortel Theatre in the Village. The premise of the play is simple: Tom falls for an extremely overweight woman named Helen. Does he have the courage to not just admit his new relationship but continue it in the face of the merciless scrutiny of his shallow coworkers Carter and Jeannie (also his ex-girlfriend)?


Fat Pig is more watchable than most Labute work (its run has been extended through Feb. 26). The dialogue is straightforward, and despite one's best intentions, it's difficult not to laugh at some of Carter and Jeannie's crass pronouncements about Tom and Helen. In doing so, you understand Tom's struggle. We all have prejudices we wish we wish we could shed, and our slavish devotion to conventional ideals of beauty is one of the strongest. Most of us can't summon the courage to oppose this socially accepted norm, but we pull for Tom to find it in himself to stand up for not only Helen but himself.


Steven Pasquale (currently starring on FX's series "Rescue Me") replaces Jeremy Piven as Tom and manages to evoke the requisite sympathy for a man who is perhaps too weak to be a protagonist. Andrew McCarthy plays Carter with a mannered sliminess; Labute's villainous men are not just chauvinists and misogynists but brazenly so. When McCarthy came on stage to take a bow after the play was over, he still wore an expression on his face as if to say, "My god I was fantastic out there tonight." I couldn't help wonder what Aaron Eckhart would have done with the part. Ashlie Atkinson, also from "Rescue Me," offers a brave and honest Helen who deserves the courage that Tom tries to summon. Jessica Capshaw, of "The Practice," plays Jeannie. Keri Russell played the part of Jeannie up until recently, and I would have enjoyed seeing her in that role if only because it goes so much against type for the former "Felicity" star.


I struggled with the idea that Tom would be friends with Carter and Jeannie given how purely repulsive both of them are, and what are the roots of their shallow attitudes? Is it a product of a Darwinian workplace or just so common a human trait as to be an archetype? The play doesn't reveal much. Still, if that aspect of the play feels sparse, it also contributes to the fable-like quality of Labute's work.


By play's end, the title takes on new meaning. The "fat" refers to Helen, and the "pig" to Carter, but both of them have the courage of their own convictions in a way that Tom may never have.


The introduction to the opening scene of Fat Pig:


A woman in a crowded restaurant, standing at one of those tall tables. A bunch of food in front of her, and she is quietly eating it. By the way, she's a plus size. Very.

MOMA


Aaron, Roswitha, and Otto came to NYC, and, after an aborted attempt to visit the United Nations (closed for some undisclosed reason), we all went to visit the MOMA for the first time since its splashy re-opening. We visited on a Saturday afternoon, and as expected, a long line awaited. Individual tickets cost $20 each, and an individual membership, which allows you to purchase guest passes for $5 a person, costs $75. Purchasing a membership was a no-brainer, especially as I'm sure many more out-of-town visitors will want to see the new MOMA.


I wonder if Otto, who I barely recognized he'd grown up so much in the six months since I'd seen him last, looked around at some of the Miro or Pollock paintings and thought, "I'll be painting something like that in about two years with finger paints." With his long locks, a few strangers confused him for a girl, he has the look of a budding young artiste.


MOMA has perhaps the most impressive collection of modern art in the world, at least that I've seen. So many works you'd study in any introductory art history class are on display here, and MOMA has hundreds of other works still in storage, waiting to be hung. Another great thing about MOMA is that visitors are allowed to take photographs as long as they don't use flash.


One of my favorite activities in modern art museums is guessing the titles of works, or telling friends the titles of three works and having them guess which is which. The level of abstraction in modern art can turn it into a guessing game.


Too many interesting works to recount, but one that particularly struck me was a video piece depicting the buildup to the scene depicted in Velasquez's famous painting "Las Meninas," or "The Maids of Honor," which I saw at the Prado several years ago. The video piece was silent, as far as I could tell, and it was haunting. I was reminded of paintings that would come to life at the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland.


Another arresting piece was a series of three videos, shown side by side, of views of and from Yoshio Taniguchi's other museums, all of which are in Japan. One of the beautiful things about Taniguchi's museums, and the new MOMA is no exception, is that they afford unique views of the environment around the museum. In the case of MOMA, windows on all floors allow visitors a great perspective on the density and diversity of buildings and architecture surrounding the museum.


We stayed until closing time, until a security guard ushered Aaron and I out of the video room. Though all the pieces can be seen in an afternoon, I'll have to return sometime to soak more of it in. The greatest drawback to the MOMA right now is its popularity, and the dense crowds stand in sharp contrast to the wide open spaces of the museum and the amount of white space granted each piece. Imagine visiting the museum alone, being the only person strolling through every room. Its the great paradox at the heart of NYC, that the great art and culture that the city's population attracts is also overrun by that same population.


Aaron and Roswitha are extremely knowledgeable about and appreciative of modern art, and art in general, so it was a special treat to visit the new MOMA with them.