from Thursday, June12th of the year2008.
Just everybody watch this video of Eric Ripert broiling a piece of red snapper in a toaster oven. He is genius. I have a lemon; we are going to score it. A beautiful piece of red snapper. I wonder if Ripert, like Donatella Versace, has an accent awesome enough to be fully rendered out in interviews. Have you noticed that, there are only a few people whose accents will get rendered out?
I had the best Shuffle day yesterday. On my walk to the studio (which takes about fifteen minutes but was prolonged by a brief trip to the dry cleaners), my iPod decided that I wanted to listen to: Hot Chip And I Was A Boy From School, Ratatat Lex, the last movement of Reich’s Daniel Variations, and my most favorite thing in the world, The-Dream’s Falsetto. Very satisfying.
Did everybody read Frank Bruni’s epic take-down of Ago? The best part:
Then came an entree that perplexed us, a pale slab of meat with one long bone. “What is this?” asked one of my friends. “The special veal chop,” said the food deliverer. “But I ordered rack of lamb,” my friend said. I had heard him. “Yes,” said the deliverer. “That’s rack of lamb.” My friend pressed: which was it? “It’s the special rack-of-lamb veal chop,” the deliverer said, at which point we sought deliverance from him and searched for our frequently vanishing waiter, whom I had come to think of as the bucatini Houdini.
This reminded me of this really intense trope that my ear-training teacher at Juilliard used to obsessively explore. It would go like this:
Mary Anthony Cox: Honey, what is this note?
Hapless Student: Um…b-flat?
Mary Anthony: Are you asking me or telling me?
Hapless Student: Telling you.
Mary Anthony Cox: Tell me the answer then, honey.
Hapless Student: B-flat!
[this would be the wrong answer]
Mary Anthony Cox: Honey, have you ever heard of a cat-dog?
Hapless Student: What?!
Mary Anthony Cox: A cat-dog. Have you ever heard of one?
This was her way of informing you that your answer was somehow conflicting with the real answer; it was also a form of psychological warfare. The first time I didn’t understand her, in my entrance audition, she said to me, “Honey, is English your first language?”