could eye, wood eye with a stake?
Could this be a big mistake?
Could my mind be where it shant?
Could I take this where I can't?
god be blessed and warrant creed
if this poem would make me bleed
from the palms or forearms still
god can still impose his will
if he saw me arms prostrate
I pray this lord my sould to mate.
While I sleep I dream of things
things that can obscure with flings
Worlds derive from words alight
can I ever claim tonight
as a place where I would plant
words to be heard, words to cant.

I whip that astoaria Sh*t

in cronan and phelan:
http://www.starlitekaraoke.com/video/091903/091903_hack_whipit.mov

Hear YE! Hear YE!

Karaoke tonight, Crescent Lounge. (Crescent & Broadway) Everyone come because Jess and I are going to "BRING THE ROCK", and I'm not talking about music.
WOOt.

"chopped liver"

2 lbs cleaned chicken livers (to clean, remove little yellow stringie parts)
1 small red or yellow onion, finely diced or minced
2 hard boiled eggs (for perfect hard boiled eggs, ask me)
4 T. Mayo (Hellman's ONLY, light is okay but NOT reduced fat kind, DON'T USE THE GREEN LABEL)
1 T. olive oil
salt & pepper
some tap water

heat a large saute pan on medium high heat. When it's scremin' hot (throw a drop of water on it, if it screams, it's screamin' hot) toss a few drops of olive oil in it then drop in the livers. Let 'em dance around for a moment, then intermittently stir them. Now here's the secret, keep them moving in the pan, and cook for about 5-8 minutes, until brown crispy parts start appearing around the edges of the liver, and all the moisture seems to have cooked off.

then take them out of the pan, and put about 1/4 cup or less of tap water into the hot pan to "DEGLAZE" or remove the sticky brown bits from the bottom of the pan. Lay the chicken livers out on a plate to cool, and put the water with the bits on it.
Then get the biggest cutting board you have, or if you have a chopping bowl and a mezza luna, then you know what to do next, mix the other ingredients, (mayo, olive oil, salt & pepper, chopped onion and egg) then with two chef's knives, go all Animal on it, if you're not worried about flying liver, then this could be really really fun and stress relieving, but you probably want to just use one big knife and take it easy. (you could also throw all this stuff in a food processor, but I think it gets too pasty), and chop and chop until it's chopped liver. Taste, and add more salt or oil if it's not tasty enough, or too dry.

Chill for about 2 hours before eating, and serve with Matzo meal. Happy Passover!
-Hack - OUT

Alitteration

hello, this is Jess and Hackimer co-posting under my nic - we want to talk to you today about the litter outside of our house. We live right behind the Trade Fair on Broadway. Us and the other residents of our building make a concerted effort to continuously provide a clean and clear path on the sidewalk in front of our house and street for the other residents and visitors of Astoria at Crescent st. Every morning as we leave the house for work we make sure to pick up any debris that has flown into our from yard space or sidewalk and dispose of it in an acceptable manor, (which mainly means throwing flyers from supermarkets out in the garbage pail of the house next to ours). Then, it's our immense thrill to walk up Broadway to the train station and have to wade through flyer after flyer from synergy Gym and the FOUR cellphone stores not to mention (but mentioning anyway) the newspapers of varying languages from the big plastic newspaper dispensing boxes lining most corners that have been removed from their respective boxes and strewn by what may have been drunken Astoria revelers all along the sidewalks.
Once we get to the train, we have to push aside people trying to hand us little postcards asking to join the gym, or get a cellphone, or eat free sushi. "no thanks, no, uh-huh" The two of us would just like to get to the house from the train without making one of the poor bastards that have the sad job of handing these things out talk to our hand , if you will.

It makes me want to call 311 on those bastards.

Fuck garbage and the people that spread it.

Oh, also, I meant to say

That my Absolute FAVORITE thing about living in Astoria is that I've got a 24 hour supermarket, and 2 chinese food restaurants within
ONE BLOCK of my house.
LOVE IT, love it.

Astoria? Astoria

There's nothing more that says Astoria to me than coming home at midnight from the city on a friday night to my cozy street of broadway and seeing it full of european people running naked drunk through the streets against the lights of traffic with a blatant disreguard for the rules of the American road.

I see them as they yell in languages I don't understand to one another things that probably mean "Why didn't your brother give me that goat, we could have such a feast tomorrow. After all, it's Saturday!" Then again, they might be saying something more to the effect of "watch out for that livery cab, it's going to run you over you stupid drunk greek".

What really hits me about this neighborhood is the way that you keep seeing the same people. I mean the girl who is obviously like 40 years old but dresses like an 18 year old goth chick. You know the one with the pig tails that I once saw on the TV show ambush makeover. They stopped her and said "YOU TOTALLY NEED A MAKEOVER" and she was like, "shh...no I don't, I love the way I look." Or the guy who is always drinking a tall boy of some beer outside of that bodega that used to be called 24 blue but now is called moms deli but might totally be a front for some kind of weird pakistani sex ring.

I don't know. I get off the train, and the most annoying thing I can think of is how pedestrians don't really know how to merge. Not that NYC drivers are any better, but I mean come on people. It's just stairs. Wait until you're out of the station before you get on your phones and hold up the stair line.

THE STAIR LINE, subway annoyance is totally another post. Then there's Crescent Lounge. go there if you love us.

-Hack