Thursday, July 09, 2009

Sports Babes

Like most unemployed men I made myself a bowl of Golden Grahams and plopped down on the couch to watch ESPN's new afternoon offering, Sports Nation. It's a highly interactive sports show that bounces every 45 seconds to a new topic & depends heavily on real time voting and viewer participation - basically it's PTI meets Twitter.

The show is hosted by (the great) Colin Cowherd and a girl-next-door sports babe Michelle Beadle. While Cowherd is clearly more comfortable ranting on his radio show, Beadle is great as a host. She's one of those 'unicorn' girls who possess the rare and fabled confluence of sex appeal, self-confidence and sports knowledge - the girl who shows up to watch a bowl game and doesn't kill your (metaphorical) buzz.

So, as a convoluted tribute to Beadle and her sports babe ilk, here are a rundown of some of the more notable sports babes.

Erin Andrews

NFL Network's Michelle Beisner

NBC's Tiffany Simons

Emily Jones*
So, I suppose the question that has to follow this sort of line up of pics is this: Do male sportscasters need to be concerned?? I know that a deep seeded sexism in me will never allow me to watch a woman broadcast sports with the same level of credibility I would give to a man in the same roll. Naturally male viewers are going to be drawn to the Erin Andrews and Michelle Beadles of sideline reporting, but will this desire ever replace mens' inherent inability to combine women and sports without cynicism? I can't help but think that a knockout babe with Scott Van Pelt's wit is going to come along and change life as we know it, and here's hoping that Micheal Sea marries her.

Watch Sports Nation
* EJ is the pride of Plainview, TX

Friday, July 03, 2009

4th of July - The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

A quick dedication to the country that I love with a sampling of patriotic gems.

The Good

Lee Greenwood - God Bless the U.S.A.

- hilarious feminist sidenote: When Ash heard me playing this song she chimed in "....AND WOMEN! LET'S NOT PRETEND IT'S ALL DUDES OUT THERE", after Mr. Greenwood references "the men who died...". Point taken, Ash.

Star Spangled Banner

W.G. Snuffy Walden - West Wing Theme

-it should also be noted that Mr. Walden lends his considerable talents to Friday Night Lights.

The Bad

Daryl Worley - Have Yor Forgotten

Toby Keith - Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue

The Ugly

Charlie Daniels - This Ain't No Rag It's A Flag

Ray Stephens - Osama Yo Mama

I hope you all have a great 4th, and forgive me for wasting your time with that Ray Stephens song.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Father's Day

In honor of fathers worldwide (and aspiring fathers) here is a link to one of my favorite websites.

Now, go call your dad.

Friday, May 01, 2009

BFDH Endorses: the Mint Julep

6 Fresh Mint Leaves
1 Tbsp Simple Syrup
2 oz. Bourbon (Knob Creek or Jim Beam Black are great)
Crushed Ice

Combine the mint and simple syrup in the bottom of the glass. Using the handle end of the spoon, gently muddle the leaves and simple syrup. Add the bourbon, then the top with lots of crushed ice, stir, trying to keep the mint leaves on the bottom of the glass. Some prefer topping the ice with a few light splashes of orange bitters. Garnish with a sprig of mint. Settle into a porch swing or easy chair and enjoy.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I’m not sure I’d use Twitter if I were rich. Swampy, boggy, inescapable connectivity: it seems my middle-class existence has stuck me here.

These worries started to surface for me last month, when Bruce Sterling, the cyberpunk writer, proposed at the South by Southwest tech conference in Austin that the clearest symbol of poverty is dependence on “connections” like the Internet, Skype and texting. “Poor folk love their cellphones!” he said.

In his speech, Sterling seemed to affect Nietzschean disdain for regular people. If the goal was to provoke, it worked. To a crowd that typically prefers onward-and-upward news about technology, Sterling’s was a sadistically successful rhetorical strategy. “Poor folk love their cellphones!” had the ring of one of those haughty but unforgettable expressions of condescension, like the Middle Eastern gem “The dogs bark, but the caravan moves on.”

“Connectivity is poverty” was how a friend of mine summarized Sterling’s bold theme. Only the poor — defined broadly as those without better options — are obsessed with their connections. Anyone with a strong soul or a fat wallet turns his ringer off for good and cultivates private gardens that keep the hectic Web far away. The man of leisure, Sterling suggested, savors solitude, or intimacy with friends, presumably surrounded by books and film and paintings and wine and vinyl — original things that stay where they are and cannot be copied and corrupted and shot around the globe with a few clicks of a keyboard.

Nice, right? The implications of Sterling’s idea are painful for Twitter types. The connections that feel like wealth to many of us — call us the impoverished, we who treasure our smartphones and tally our Facebook friends — are in fact meager, more meager even than inflated dollars. What’s worse, these connections are liabilities that we pretend are assets. We live on the Web in these hideous conditions of overcrowding only because — it suddenly seems so obvious — we can’t afford privacy. And then, lest we confront our horror, we call this cramped ghetto our happy home!

- exerpt from Virginia Heffernan's article in the New York Times
Published: April 16, 2009

Monday, April 20, 2009


I've always held to a simple and well-defined stance on pets. They're great, so long as they live outside. While we always had a couple of dogs loafing around in the backyard, they never really felt like part of the family. They were, in the most tepid sense of the word, pets - fed and watered, occasionally walked, but mostly observed. My viewpoint was clearly passed down from my dad, who took the best care of our dogs, but insisted that their permanent residence would be in the back yard.

New York City has a notable propensity to alter its residents' viewpoints. As dreamers continue to drift to the 5 boroughs (despite all signs that there are greener pastures elsewhere) their preconceptions will be filtered through the bizarro realities of this city. Eventually astronomical rents make sense, storefronts filled with bongs and sex toys fail to shock, it's okay that nature is stifled and constrained to a rectangular patch of winding turf, and semi-solid hot dogs & fossilized pretzels are viable dining options.

For all the strange and enumerable ways that New York has impacted my understanding of daily realities, the most shocking has to be the shift in my attitude towards pets. I find myself stopping to peer into pet shop windows and oogling the endless stream of people walking their pets in the neighborhood. I'm beginning to see myself as a potential pet owner.

Ashley and I have been batting around the idea of getting a puppy for a few weeks and, predictably, there is a little contention over the breed. Ash has been brainwashed by the SoHo fashionistas to believe that French Bulldogs are cute. Not familiar with the breed? I'm posting a pic below, but continue at your own discretion.

I don't feel that it's necessary to detail all of the unforgivable shortcomings of the breed, but lets just say that I've all but veto'd the Frenchie. (To Ashley's credit she did almost win me over by suggesting naming the puppy Jacques Pepin)

Although we don't have enough space at the moment, we'll be moving to a new and, hopefully, more spacious apartment by summer's end. With a little more room at our disposal bringing a dog into the fold will be a possibility, but there is still the looming issue of breed. My sensibilities have always favored a Lab, while Ash is pushing for a smaller pooch. Despite the price tag, a Shiba Inu (puppy cam) is in consideration.

Thoughts? Suggestions?

Sunday, April 12, 2009

BFDH Obsessions: Bánh Mi

As hordes of budget-conscious Americans turn to Subway's $5 foot long hoagies to fill their bellies, the lunchtime lines here in their myriad Manhattan outposts are growing painfully long. The hoi polloi take mid-day refuge in sloppy Meatball Marinaras and terrifying microwaved Chicken & Bacon Ranch subs, but I've been blessed to be introduced to the Bánh Mi. Perhaps the greatest thing to come out of French Colonialism in Vietnam, the Bánh Mi may very well be the tastiest and best lunchtime value in New York. At $3.75 a pop there is a shared understanding among those in line for the sandwich that they've just 'out-ordered' the masses.

The sandwich is beautifully simple, but complex enough to intimidate the ham & cheese crowd. My obsession with the Bánh Mi starts with pork. While I've found that toppings vary from shop to shop, roasted or grilled pork and delicious head cheese are mainstays, bringing a deep and fatty base layer of flavor to the table. Additionally a light spread of pate and/or spiced mayo is applied to the crusty baguette and it's topped with deliciously light and crisp pickled vegetables (usually carrot, cucumber & diakon) and fresh sprigs of cilantro.

Man, they're really just too good to be true. Definitely good enough to sacrifice being fit for the summertime. Eat up, kids.

Almost as if the Banh Mi gods could hear my hallelujahs, NYC's thrid Baogette has is opening a block away. What a treat.
"Sometimes a cowboy is just a man in a cowboy suit"
- John Vanderslice

Saturday, March 28, 2009


"The Mexican immigrant worker in New York is a perfect example of the hero who has gone unnoticed. It is common for a Mexican worker in New York to work extraordinary hours in extreme conditions for very low wages which are saved at great cost and sacrifice and sent to families and communities in Mexico who rely on them to survive.

The Mexican economy has quietly become dependent on the money sent from workers in the US. Conversely, the US economy has quietly become dependent on the labor of Mexican immigrants. Along with the depth of their sacrifice, it is the quietness of this dependence which makes Mexican immigrant workers a subject of interest.

The principal objective of this series is to pay homage to these brave and determined men and women that somehow manage, without the help of any supernatural power, to withstand extreme conditions of labor in order to help their families and communities survive and prosper".

- Dulce Pinzon

My blog has become determinately more focused on a few simple themes over the past weeks. I find myself encountering photographs which uniquely and poignantly portray the ideals and aesthetics of our nation, and have felt compelled to share them as a sort of hodge-podge smattering of Americana.

Dulce Pinzon is a photographer who grew up in Mexico City and moved to New York in 1995. I love her playful take on the reciprocal nature of the relationship between Mexican immigrants and New York at large in her "Superheroes" series. Anyone paying any attention to the hum and buzz of New York's daily machinations will notice the contributions of Latino men and women.

You can find the rest of her work at her website.

Friday, March 20, 2009


I came across this sampling of audio clips on the Jack Spade website and really enjoyed them. The old man in "Being Married is Like Having a Colored Television Set" is perfect.

StoryCorps has a larger collection of full stories on their website.