fuckyeahtacotrucks

Aug 11

essdogg:

bbook:

And then — of course — the episode changed. It didn’t just become unbad; it became incredible. The more I think about it, the more I suspect the interaction with Dane Cook might be the strongest seven-minute stretch I’ve ever seen on television: It’s realer than any reality show, more emotionally complicated than most 300-page memoirs, yet still awkward and severe and (somehow) easy to watch. I want to know everything about this scene — I want to know if this conversation truly happened, I want to know Cook’s views on his involvement, and I want to know C.K.’s deeper intent. And I can tell I’m not the only one who feels this way. What’s so distinctly compelling about this season of Louie is how everyone seems to collectively realize that what C.K. is doing is not only cool, but also authentically artful and unnaturally profound. There’s no debate over its value because there’s no contradictory position to take. It’s not polarizing in any important way: If you’re watching this show, you intuitively know it’s fantastic (and substantially unlike the way fantastic TV typically is).
Louie’s Brilliant Second Season

I said a while ago that there were a couple of episodes of the first season of Louie that were among the best television I’ve ever seen. Season 2 is, as Klosterman says, better in every way. Louis C.K. is the Martin Scorcese of comedy: a comedian’s comedian who intuitively knows and respects every detail of his craft, yet he is not insular, he is a consummate entertainer.
Long story short, I want to have Louie’s babies.

I am totally in awe of Louis CK. Deep, deep intelligence — emotional intelligence — combined with unflinching commitment to honesty. Sometimes it’s uncomrtable to watch, but it’s the kind of prgram you tend to think about long after watching.

bbook:

And then — of course — the episode changed. It didn’t just become unbad; it became incredible. The more I think about it, the more I suspect the interaction with Dane Cook might be the strongest seven-minute stretch I’ve ever seen on television: It’s realer than any reality show, more emotionally complicated than most 300-page memoirs, yet still awkward and severe and (somehow) easy to watch. I want to know everything about this scene — I want to know if this conversation truly happened, I want to know Cook’s views on his involvement, and I want to know C.K.’s deeper intent. And I can tell I’m not the only one who feels this way. What’s so distinctly compelling about this season of Louie is how everyone seems to collectively realize that what C.K. is doing is not only cool, but also authentically artful and unnaturally profound. There’s no debate over its value because there’s no contradictory position to take. It’s not polarizing in any important way: If you’re watching this show, you intuitively know it’s fantastic (and substantially unlike the way fantastic TV typically is).

Louie’s Brilliant Second Season

I said a while ago that there were a couple of episodes of the first season of Louie that were among the best television I’ve ever seen. Season 2 is, as Klosterman says, better in every way. Louis C.K. is the Martin Scorcese of comedy: a comedian’s comedian who intuitively knows and respects every detail of his craft, yet he is not insular, he is a consummate entertainer.

Long story short, I want to have Louie’s babies.

I am totally in awe of Louis CK. Deep, deep intelligence — emotional intelligence — combined with unflinching commitment to honesty. Sometimes it’s uncomrtable to watch, but it’s the kind of prgram you tend to think about long after watching.

Jul 29

inthefade:

Don’t mind if I do.

Even if they’re not from a truck, they are tacos. Fuck yeah!

Jul 22

the year that tried to kill new york

inthefade:

I was in the car thinking about the last time I was this hot, where it felt like I was being lit on fire as soon as I stepped outside. It wasn’t any time recent, I knew that.

We drove a little more - it’s hot out but not too hot to go get some fish tacos - and out of nowhere I said to Todd “1977.”

That’s the last time I was this hot.

Sitting on the curb outside my house at night, seemingly melting into the concrete and then it happened.

I wrote about this already. About the blackout and the summer of 77. But I can’t find it in my tumblr archives. So I’m just going to put it in one of those “read more” things if you’re interested because it’s really long. But it’s about New York and the year that tried to kill us.

Read More

Loved this.

Jul 21

Chris Stewart, role model

americanmccarver:

I think he just hit my bat two times and the ball just fell in.

Giants catcher Chris Stewart, when asked about his two hits in the Giants loss against the Dodgers, shows all those idiots on Twitter how the pros do the humblebrag.

He may be hitting about zero, but he’s got a pretty good arm - he started a great 2-5-3 double play against “Los Doyers” too. And FWIW, the G’s actually have a *better* record since Buster Posey was injured than before.

Jun 30

You know what would make me happy?

inthefade:

Gettin American McCarver to 1,000 followers.

And you all want me to be happy, right?

Help me out here.

http://americanmccarver.com/

Only follow if you like good writing about sports.

Jun 28

American McCarver.: Sparky and McCarver: Phillies?

americanmccarver:

Am I the only one who is fascinated by photos of players who are in the uniform of the wrong team? It’s almost sacrilegious.

Steve Carlton started six games for the “You Gotta Like These Kids” Giants in 1986. He had an ERA over 5, went 1-3, and was released. That year the Giants really…

The Say-Hey Kid as a Met and O.J. as a 49er come to mind immediately.

Jun 22

Aw, fuck it. Have some tacos.

Twitter and the Middle of the Nesting Doll

I ran in a 10K last weekend. (Please hold your applause.)

While running I noticed some people who didn’t appear to be in such great shape, but who were, nonetheless, kicking my ass. My natural reaction, of course, was to think, “hey, you know what? Good for them!”

Okay, it was actually: “(pant, pant) *that* guy is faster than me? (cough) WTF?”

And then I realized two things:

1. *That* guy has his own *that* guy. He’s looking at someone ahead of him and thinking the same thing: WTF?

2. I am someone else’s *that* guy.

Then, as the oxygen left my brain and I started to wish I’d eaten so that puking would feel more productive, I realized that Twitter popularity is much the same.

There’s always someone more popular than you, who makes you say WTF. And you are always that person to someone else. We all are. We all have a *that* guy, we all are a *that* guy.

Twitter popularity is like a giant @Sween matryoshka nesting doll. We are never the inner-most doll, and never the outer-most doll. We are all middle dolls.

And with that outburst of oversharing and introspection, I shall now return to “honing my craft,” i.e. trying to think of funny new things to say about farts instead of working.

Jun 17

suicideblonde:

Couple kissing at Vancouver riots, June 15th, 2011, photographed by Rich Lam

From Esquire: “Certainly the greatest photo from Wednesday night, and maybe ever.”

Greatest ever? No. But good.

Jun 10

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- Studied Chinese

- Went to Beijing to study for the spring semester

- School stopped when students (and teachers) started protesting

- Got a job as a “gopher” for a US TV network covering the demonstrations.

- Waded through throngs of protesters in Tiananmen Square to bring a bucket of KFC to a camera crew.

- Left Beijing towards the end of May. 1989.

fuckyeahtacotrucks

It's about tacos and the trucks that serve them Except when it's not. -- @ish

the year that tried to kill new york

Chris Stewart, role model

You know what would make me happy?

American McCarver.: Sparky and McCarver: Phillies?

Twitter and the Middle of the Nesting Doll

20

It's about tacos and the trucks that serve them

Except when it's not.

-- @ish