Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Houston, We Have a Problem

It started a few months ago with a guy, some spray paint, a stencil, and the word "conquista". His name is Uriel Landeros, a 22 year old Mexican-American "artist" from Houston, Texas. On June 13th, Uriel was accused of defacing a Picasso at the Menil Collection. The incident was caught by a patron/friend of the suspect on a camera phone and Uriel was picked up by the police, questioned, and (later) charged with two felonies (if convicted, he faces 5 years to life in prison and $200,000 dollars in fines). After boasting about the incident on his twitter and facebook accounts, he apparently fled to Mexico with friend and local gallery owner, James Perez, where it seems they coined the idea for an art show.

October 26th is the opening night of Uriel Landeros' solo art show entitled "Houston, We Have a Problem", and the art community is voicing their opinions on the facebook event page in true Texas fashion. He has assumed the roll of a representative of "the underdog" in art, whatever that means, and has intermittently voiced his "vision" on the aforementioned event page.

Here's my thing, why do you have to deface someone's art in order to start an artistic "revolution"? Honestly, as an artist, you should respect everyone's work with the same amount of integrity you have for your own. I would probably beat the piss out of you if you defaced something I'd worked of for any amount of time. Time is invaluable; I will kick your ass. What's more is that you have the audacity to defend your actions and go further by saying that Picasso himself would commend your actions. Absolute absurdity. Some of the most outlandish things I've read are coming from the artists' supporters, going so far as to say that in order to revolutionize art, we have to destroy the past and start over.

WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU ON? CAN I HAVE SOME TOO?

I'll end with a quote from a well respected, level headed artist from Houston, Shelby Hohl,

Ya know its funny how people are calling this Landeros guy's art/movement as "revolutionary". Revolutionary means to do something that has been done before. I'd rather shoot for "evolutionary".

Preach, brother.


Friday, October 5, 2012

Cream Cheese

Culinary masterpiece left incomplete until you arrived, cream cheese.

I destroyed the omelette vessel in which you traveled from package to plate. Sun-dried tomatoes burst with such flavor, assertiveness, and then from no where, your creamy texture turns my mouth to velvet. What serendipitous occurrence brought us together? The want of a pancake. What fortune I have; unconstrained by conventional uses, I need no bagel, merely the want and a keen eye. Nary a person dare challenge your ability, for your uses are plenty and your appeal far and wide. Blog posts do you no justice and odes are obsolete, but still I'll sing your praises. Heathclif to Catherine, that dish was my Wurthering Heights; Emily Bronte could not describe adequately your virtue. Subtle in flavor, rich in texture, Oh cream cheese, may you reign forever over the soft cheese kingdom.

Next week's discussion: Tacos.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Computer glitch

I wrote an entry earlier. The entry was long but eloquent and touched upon several topics, the main focus being a famous dead person in the digital age.

My computer glitched, like it does often, and deleted half the post.

I am livid, and my post is a casualty of the information super highway.

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Monday, October 1, 2012

Come on, Vogue.

At the end of the day, it's just food isn't it? Just food.” – Marco Pierre

I applied to be the assistant of the food critic for Vogue magazine. This is the job listing:


Description

I'm Jeffrey Steingarten, Vogue magazine's food critic. The job is being my part-time (about half) assistant. You may already know me as the ever-so-demanding author of the best-selling The Man Who Ate Everything and It Must've Been Something I Ate. Possibly as co-anchor on NY Eats on television, or as a frequent (grouchy) judge on the Food Network's program, Iron Chef. I have also won twenty James Beard and IACP awards and nominations, the Julia Child Book Award, and two World Gourmand Book Awards. Do you love food to the point of obsession? Are you are a dogged researcher-mining libraries and the Internet for facts that have slipped the attention of others? Do you cook, shop, and repair Xerox machines? Do you enjoy keeping the office, kitchen and your boss organized? Do you write clearly, and think smart even while running errands? Do you look forward to the occasional dinner at a fabulous restaurant? Are you near the start of your professional career, and willing to give a one-year commitment? The job is paid by the hour as a Vogue freelancer, receiving, as I once did, no benefits whatsoever, but expenses and free food. If this is you, fellow omnivore, please apply. In the cover letter, please tell me about your skills, if any, in each of the following areas: 1) cooking 2) academics in general 3) knowledge of food history and food science 4) practical knowledge of food products, produce, and agriculture 5) proficiency in at least one gastronomic foreign language (i.e. not Serbian or Estonian) 6) any other pursuit in which you are especially accomplished. And please don't hesitate to demonstrate your profound understanding of my published works, or admit that you occasionally chuckle when you read them.

This is the email I wrote in response:

My name is Julie Lozano, I am the future assistant to the food critic at Vogue magazine and native Houstonian.. I appeared on television as a child in a commercial produced by the tourism committee in Houston. I worked for the Library a few years ago, and I am the proud owner of five surly cats whom I love. I was married for some time, and in that time I:

-Graduated from College (B.A. English Lit)
-Held multiple jobs
-Cared for a full grown Man-child
-Made dinner every night of the week

 One might ponder how it is possible to accomplish so much with so little time, so I will give you the answer: time manipulation. Impressed? I thought you might be.  When it comes to the kitchen, I'm a no hold barred kind of lady and I go full blown Iron Chef. I approach food with no fear, no expectations, and no presumptions- it's all about quality for me. I have had the privilege of living in a city with a burgeoning cuisine scene and a roster full of chefs with high accolades and impressive resumes. Houston offered me her bounty, and I graciously accepted. I submerged myself in the service industry early on, and with that initial submergence I have learned a great deal. Attending seminars, conventions, classes, and other various activities has provided the fuel for me to not only enjoy the food I consume on a different level, it's helped me appreciate the science that goes into transforming a few organically grown apples to a five star dessert worthy of the most scrutinized pallet. A meal is so much more than just that, its a cacophony of subjects, history, science, art, that is constructed into a symphony of flavor, balance, and culinary ingenuity. I'm not just another applicant, I am a real person with honest opinions, little fear, and no reservations. You need your Xerox machine repaired? I'll do it. Want your dry cleaning picked up? Consider it done. Have an itch you just can't scratch? I've got your back and really long fingernails. Someone really piss you off? I will punch them square in the face, just for you. In all seriousness, I love food, I love writing, and I love New York City. I've got mad skills that are rivaled by only the best emcee's and nothing but unadulterated time and dedication for an opportunity like this. You can help me change my life and kick start my career, at least let me buy you coffee, schedule your meetings, do your laundry, cook you dinner, and give you a well deserved high five. I speak, read, and write in Spanish, and I can tell you all the snarky things agitated waitstaff say when they flip script and cut up in Spanish. Did I mention I play Roller Derby? Oh no? Silly me. Roller Derby, a sport I dived into head first and came out on top. If you've never seen a bout, do yourself a favor and check it out, its the most amazing thing I've ever done and given the chance, I will talk about it until I run out of breath or you run out of the ability to care, whichever comes first. If this email should fail to pique your interest, at least I tried, and I'll always fondly recall the time I applied for a job as an assistant to the food critic at Vogue magazine. “At the end of the day, it's just food isn't it? Just food.” – Marco Pierre


Stay hungry,

Julie Lozano
I don't care if I get rejected, I just want a response. Come on, Vogue, tell me you love me. 

Craigslist for Texans

There are a few types of people who post on Craigslist:

-People who want to sell things (because they're broke)
-People who want to buy cheap things (because they're broke)
-Creepers (creepy people, that crazy guy with the thousand yard stare who sits in front of your favorite coffee shop all day, close talkers, mouth breathers, serial killers)
-Desperate folk

quit lying to yourself, you fall under one of these categories.

I have used Craigslist once, attempting to sell my no longer functioning Motorcycle; I received a number of responses (albeit a bit later than I had desired) but the most unique one came from a man who expressed interest, but could not afford the initial asking price. I am not an unreasonable person, and when you are in desperate need of cash negotiating is acceptable. With all this, I entertained many offers from various potential buyers, but the man in question was unique in his methods of haggling. He contacted me via email and asked me if I still had the bike, I informed him that I did not, but sometimes you don't take "no" for an answer- even if "no" is the only possible answer. This is Texas, dammit. I presumed that my lack of bike would have squashed any further contact from the gentleman, but low and behold I had once again taken for granted common sense, and I thank the Lord that I had the good fortune of experiencing what transpired next.

This motherfucker asked me to trade my nonexistent bike for:

- A Shotgun
- Ikea end tables
- Power Drill with drill bits
- Several extension cords
- 200 dollars cash

A shotgun. I have never been offered a shotgun in lieu of payment before.

I love Texas, and so should you.