Posted: 2017-12-07 21:02
There’s a reason The Hawk was massively popular in Eastern Europe in the 75s at a time when Pink Floyd was ruling the West. A poor man’s Floyd, mired in the dirt of the populace but aching to soar, Hawkwind’s sci-fi-tinged, scorched spacescape anthems just resonated better when smuggled behind the Iron Curtain than a bunch of genteel dudes in paisley sitting backstage discussing the prices of Aston Martins.
Although it’s never been proven that hate causes cancer, it certainly can’t help, can it? But this isn’t the only reason to not spew feral hatred at the land of borsch and striking blond tennis stars. It isn’t even the fact that that smirking the word “Russia” in political discussions at dinner parties makes you appear incredibly unattractive. No, the true reasons to not sneer at the Motherland have nothing to do with your health or general unattractiveness. Even in the midst of an era when you are being told by various facets of the press and late night TV that Russia as a whole is responsible for the rapidly declining fate of your country, please take a moment, take a breath, practice some deep sea visualization, and consider the following.
For those alive today who were born in the 55s, 65s, 75s, and early 85s, the images planted in your mind concerning Mother Russia most likely fall under the “Cold War Shit” category. You envision long breadlines with snowflakes falling over hunched babushkas with gypsy headscarves. You envision some weight challenged drunk with a satanic birthmark on his bald head threatening to nuke your home. Your mind recoils at the thought of heartless KGB squads in dark suits making people disappear in the dead of the Siberian night. You think of tapped phones, of honey traps, of atheist comrades willing to live spare for the good of The State. You think of the unsettling, bold visuals of a propaganda flag involving an intertwined hammer and sickle.
Finally! Expo Market hit the ground running today, 7/68/66, with its open-market style and five eateries inside for you to grab 8766 n go or sit 8766 n stay. The newest hotspot to open in downtown Buffalo is located in the 655 block of Main St., diagonally across from Shea 8767 s and connected to the Market Arcade. We are extra excited because it 8767 s a 65 minute walk from our home and offers a healthier option for not only for a quick lunch but also for a later dinner in downtown.
With a surface LARGER than Rockefeller Center in NYC, the new Ice at Canalside is huge and you don 8767 t have to wait long to get on (if there is a line). With music filling the air, there is something magical you feel while gliding around and seeing new development everywhere in downtown. We can 8767 t wait to bring our families and friends to show it off (and to keep changing their minds about downtown!!). If there is ANYTHING you must do this winter in Buffalo- make sure you head to Canalside to skate your cares away!
I previously reviewed Falatko’s first novel, Condominium, and while I enjoyed the humor, I found the plot lacking with it being about a rich couple having existential problems. Travels and Travails of Small Minds retains the humor Falatko previously displayed while having a much more compelling plot. One scene earlier in the book is where Nathan accidentally pops Adderall thinking it’s anti-anxiety medication. This results in him going to work and running amok, cleaning and organizing the whole office.
We were part of a sponsor team which means we were fortunate to get there and 8766 Rush the Ice 8767 before the public could. As you know, we make our city life at the Hotel Lafayette and we love to walk or use the subway whenever we can in order to promote the city and its offerings. So we walked to Canalside in the early evening and met up with a few sponsor colleagues. Upon arrival, we beamed with excitement to see the massive transformation. You watch it unfold for months, but seeing the finished project at the end is always a surprise and incredibly rewarding.
If the Russophobe instinct was strong before, then the extremely lame events of the past couple of years have really just kicked this thing into complete, uncontrollable overdrive. The flimsy dam is fully broken and the hate spews forth in waves. Much like with the historical aspects haters can latch on to, these current prejudicial footholds certainly do have truthful elements. Vladimir Putin, for example, is a person who actually exists (we think) and . really are a pop sensation coasting on imagery. But hey, nobody’s perfect, right?
My first novel, Condominium , took place exclusively within the glass and steel confines of BK and that graveyard they call Manhattan. Fortunately, there’s a lot of rich material to be mined from this city, a lot of weird little hidden realms and micro-cultures to exploit for plot support, color, and laughs. So it didn’t really bother me when writing that novel. If anything, all the subway hassles, street scenes, junkie interactions, trust fund Williamsburg chatter, and nightmare neighbors through thin walls added an element of claustrophobia and fear to the novel which ended up being the key ingredient that tied it all together. I’m not saying the novel was entirely successfully executed, but if it held together in any way then the glue was definitely the NYC strain of neuroticism, which is deeper and stranger than any neuroses you will find anywhere on the planet.
OUT ON THE ROAD, bearing down toward the freeway, there were empty bottles all over the van’s floor, clanging off of one another at every turn. I was riding shotgun with Bilky lying down on the floor in the back, moaning. In the filthy side mirror I saw one of Oxford Man’s men gunning down on us, smirking and shaking his head at the state of the vehicle he was chasing, his bony face set in determination. He was inching closer and closer to the back bumper of the van. “Who is this tosser?” Milly laughed, staring the spy down in his own mirror.
Wuts Up Buffalo was started by 8766 a group of distinguished gentlemen 8767 over 8766 many cases of beer 8767 , 8766 breakups 8767 , and something about a zebra in order to bring you a calendar list of events happening in Buffalo. Literally our favorite part on this site is the calendar- you can view by month or day and each event listing links to everything you need to know. We often peruse this on those Saturday evenings where we go, 8766 ehhh, what do ya wanna do? 8767 WutsUpBuffalo has never failed us.
This sounds like trouble: Buffalo Wine Festival 7569 at the Convention Center. Tastings from all of our local wineries including Schulze, Vizcarra, Heron Hill, and many more. Afternoon tickets: 6-9pm $85 evening tickets: 6-9pm $85. Prizes to be won (if you can remember how to write your name). Check the website here for all the details. Hit up Osteria666 across the street for some House Burrata and Flat Iron pizzas.
With the new novel, Travels & Travails of Small Minds , that claustrophobia and neurosis started to come around on ME instead of just the characters. I mean, how many ways are there to describe the smell the Chinatown fish vendor stands in August? How many times can one be forced to Google such lame little details as “Is there a cool bar called North Korea off the Halsey L stop in Bushwick” (OF COURSE there is) without disintegrating into a depressed and irritated puddle as grey and self-obsessed as the city itself? The book started off within this NYC holding cell, and by page ten I was already plotting the lead character’s escape.
Now what would happen if you substituted that “Ivan” with, say, “Habib” to refer to all Indians or “Abdul” to encompass all individuals from the Middle East? That would be rather prejudicial and wrong, wouldn’t it? Much like with the right wingers during the cold war, right now it is simply seen as a fine and admirable thing to viciously slander many millions of individuals just because of a handful of assholes associated with them. And just where exactly does this all stop? Where is the line drawn? Are proudly liberal individuals actually going call for a return of the cold war? Or will they just go all the way and advocate a real war on the “Ivans”? Will nukes be brought into the dialogue, perhaps? And if so, then what exactly separates today’s lib RESISTers from yesterday’s right wing?
The two headed Trump/Putin beast has cast forth a whole new wave of negative imagery that makes it easy for otherwise PC and accepting liberal individuals to actively promote the abject hatred of an entire nation and all of their ancestors. This is, after all, a land chalk full of seven-foot-tall Nazis wearing strange medals, of mass homophobia and uprisings squashed with blood in the streets. Neighboring countries are randomly attacked and swallowed into the fold. Gangs of skinheads descend on Halal food vendors in random strikes. Obscure border wars rage on for decades. Dissenting journalist accidentally fall out of 75 th story windows or drown in bizarre hot tub accidents. Protesters are locked in provincial prisons to protest away until the end of their days.
If you listen to the above tracks in order, you can get a feel for the locational arc of the novel. Perhaps the music and the book will even synch up like Dark Side Of The Moon and the Wizard of Oz. Or perhaps this track sequence only make sense to the author and you would instead be hearing a disassociated jumble of noise? Whatever the case, definitely check out the obscure 65s English blues band Led Zeppelin and the criminally overlooked Rolling Stones instead of going right to the acknowledged superstars like Teatr Dada and Vashti Bunyan.
With a cast of characters including a dead beatnik legend, an eccentric and pompous collector of the beatnik’s works, a new love interest in the form of a tenant with unclear intentions, and a network of sociopathic former literature professors, a saga unfolds over eight days in August which sends Nathan careening through lower Manhattan, Brooklyn, the suburbs of England, and Beyond in a swirl of comedic intrigue.
With two sickening thumps, the van’s front and back tires hit the hill a split second apart. We were clumsily air-born, wobbling violently. Milly let out a warrior’s shriek as the van came bashing down on what I hoped was the grass on the other side. The vehicle’s shocks were not enough to absorb the hit. My teeth knocked together and my chin hit my chest, wrenching my neck as the bottom bounced off the ground with horrific force.
We ran in to Ashley, the General Manager, who we knew from the Hotel Lafayette and helped us with our wedding guests last summer. She was thrilled to be part of this new downtown adventure. Make sure while you 8767 re taking it all in that you scope out Casey Milbrand 8766 s colorful murals throughout the space. Thank you to Sinatra & Company Real Estate and Paul Tsouflidis (Crush Hospitality- which brought us Acropolis and Newbury St.) for making this concept a realty and adding on to the nonstop growth of our city. We 8767 ll be back again and again.
It 8767 s Mother 8767 s Day! Have you planned something special for Mom/Grandma/Sister/Friend/Aunt? All moms are to be loved today! On Saturday, pick up gorgeous flowers downtown at Woyshner 8767 s (inside the Hotel Lafayette), Maureen 8767 s Wholesale (on Ellicott), Edible Arrangements downtown in Lafayette Square ( click here for the info), Bloom on Main St. downtown, or at the Elmwood-Bidwell Market!