this is a good article about walken’s visit to his old neighborhood:
http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2010/04/19/100419ta_talk_stevenson
his mother lived to be 104!

i’ve been meaning to ask you – where do you get your ideas?

first they came to toss my neighbor’s children onto giant bean bag chairs, and i said nothing . . .

real answer – mariella’s on 8th ave between 56 and 57th, if you are in midtown.

my feeling about quality pizza in ny is that you can really smell the pizza even down the block. when you walk by a rays or those 99cents nonsense places, you either cannot smell anything or you can smell “pizzaish, i don’t know” or “pizza?” when you are right in front of the doors and they are open and there is a strong breeze. if you can really smell the pizza and you are not yet right on top of the pizza place, and you can follow the scent to its doors, it might be worth a shot. for me the smell is right when it makes me think of being a kid and going with my dad to pick up a pie at the pizza parlor (The Family Valium still uses “parlor”) down the street from my grandparent’s apartment.

why is this so long? because pizza is delicious.

also, in brooklyn, there is damn fine pizza to be had. pizza and bagels.

there’s this new cleanse from goop that might help with overheated cockles . . .

found here > http://instant-oatmeal.tumblr.com/post/551224932/a-million-fucking-diamonds-by-lindsay-bluth-funke

or maybe instead of burning down the gym, carrie uses mind power to teleport gwyneth and tracy anderson to the gym, then locks everyone in together, then tracy anderson exercises them all to death while gwyneth sits on the prom queen throne shooting cleansing lasers out of her eyeballs at the people refusing to exercise. at the end of the movie, it turns out carrie was ghostwriting goop the whole time, and gwyneth paltrow is one of many robots carrie has planted around the world to make distract people from the impending apocalypse predicted by the mayans, which she (carried) will also be responsible for.

speaking of beauty products, has anyone seen my tub of diamond cream?

insomnia + The N is why Jimmy Brooks will never be Drake to me.

i saw her dad at the tibet house benefit concert at carnegie hall in 2004. he hosted it sort of? or maybe phillip glass hosted, but uma thurman’s buddhist father read a letter of apology from ray davies, because ray davies had been shot in the leg. the letter was apologizing for missing the concert, not for being shot in the leg. then patti smith showed up as a surprise guest and also david byrne. the man sitting next to me fell asleep and his wife put her purse in his lap and left it there the whole night, like he was her little sleeping shelf, which i didn’t think was very buddhist of her, but i’m not a buddhist expert. great story!

sometimes i feel scared, but then i eat a salad, and i realize things aren’t so bad!

in that 90s supercut, does someone mention “air phones”? did i miss air phones back in the 90s? how do they work? how do they work?