EDGE OF A NOISE

It started in November 2011, covering Williamsburg’s drink...

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:46:53 -0400

It started in November 2011, covering Williamsburg’s drink and food scenes, and more fitting, the faces and philosophies behind the scenes. A life of eating and indulging and sloshing through jobs behind bars, pouring drinks across the country has given me an inherent insight to this world. Speaking kitchen Spanish, trading beers for culinary short-cuts with the cooks and dealing with often hellish bar management, I’ve felt as at home buttering up VIP customers in the front of the house as rolling joints in the basement walk-in. Immersion and insight on fattening food and inebriating drink will be unleashed like the daily staples they are.

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"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school."

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“Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.”

- Albert Einstein

wisconsin northwoods, september 2011

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wisconsin northwoods, september 2011

flashback #1

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:15:35 -0500

Pith, the moral fiber of a plant, conflict or commitment…the brutal act of severing the spinal cord of farm animals, slashing the lifeline of vegetation, beast or mankind.

Vulnerability tucked away deep into the fleshy core of a breathing vehicle, shielded by the façade of protection, whether it’s leafy green, unprocessed leather or thin naked skin, pith is penetrable. The cellular brains behind the waxy rind, the brittle bone or coarse hide of perseverance create the will of existence, or are crushed like an insect, that is what pith as a noun, a thing, is.

Then there is the action, to pith, the slaughtering of cattle by cruel method of slashing the rope of nerves that bind the vertebrae together, detaching the backbone of a futile life. The disconnect of the central artery of the nervous system, a death that undoubtedly leaves the body in a moment of spastic paralysis before the last frantic messages of distress can reach hoofed limbs. In a more flowery sense, to pith a plant is to remove the sticky inner tissue or sweet fruit.

But fuck all that, this is the Twenty-First Century, and it is long past due that pith is modernized, as a noun, as an action, and most importantly, as an understanding of the current situation that all of us face today. Whether we like it or not, the pith of humanity as we, proud Americans, know it today is so polluted and electrified that it is a far, far cry from any virtuous fiber of morality, be it in plant or man. As a word that hardly exists within a context of understanding for most people, a vague botany term, a description of vigor and an outdated act of butchery, pith is being redefined.

Pith is a forgotten identifier of true grit, a never say die mentality fueled by an inner determination blinded with overcoming the immediate looming obstacle that needs to be conquered. An unavoidable voice of the social and personal raven, pith is the squawking conscience that skeptically perches on the windowsill of the perpetually weaving world-wide-web, and spits down a shower of acid-rain reality and bloodied tears.

And so much for all of that high floating philosophical bullshit, because definitions are useless unless they are conceivable within the easily relatable and boring parameters of what is known as “real life.” So, after that roundabout ramble of a possibly meaningless introduction…let me get into my pith.

Written Circa 2006

"Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died..."

Sun, 20 Feb 2011 16:29:00 -0500

“Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.”

- Ernest Hemingway