straight up #jammin with @Rick…

straight up #jammin with @RickWalters http://t.co/QP5P3VNi

So many high-octane displays f…

So many high-octane displays freedom happening in the city today: http://t.co/Q3TqEE8w http://t.co/3NkbejWL #Enterprise

a chilly wait for the final fl…

a chilly wait for the final flight over the Hudson #Enterprise

“Roofing” in the Motherland: h…

“Roofing” in the Motherland: http://t.co/mmqBNLFJ #straitsex

Progressively mapping the inev…

Progressively mapping the inevitable lean on pool tables in the East Village. Hit me for #hottips

A brief history of a lovely la…

A brief history of a lovely lady with a curious history via NYT: http://t.co/SbczeMjk

ghost ride the srb: http://t.c…

ghost ride the srb: http://t.co/2XUTbIeg via KNP

CME. See you on Tuesday. http:…

CME. See you on Tuesday. http://t.co/Djxiaqux #nasa

twitterhijack

twitterhijack

Mateo gras http://t.co/TdQiOlZ…

Mateo gras http://t.co/TdQiOlZa

The #NYNets + #FrankGehry powe…

The #NYNets + #FrankGehry powerhouse combo – God ‘s partially wet dream for Brooklyn. http://t.co/dfPoxzYo

Punk Rock eats New Urbanism ht…

Punk Rock eats New Urbanism http://t.co/tZkJic5Y #searchanddestory

as an honest boot shall play h…

as an honest boot shall play http://t.co/Hnc3Pabs

A decision @ 51 E1st http://t….

A decision @ 51 E1st http://t.co/ZhCWLMtx

Fuck SOPA and dance kids…. h…

Fuck SOPA and dance kids…. http://t.co/Cxtgl3KS

If I break out Sinatra at BoHo…

If I break out Sinatra at BoHo – it’s only cause I need a thrill (My Way = knife in kidney): http://t.co/N1uihC1c

To say a whiskey…

I often find myself imbibing in various social situations (in which a number of my disconcerting fascinations are unfortunately discussed) when the “question” is posed: “What is the best whiskey you’ve ever had?”

Now I am a man of brevity at my best (this is not my best) and few people want to hear an over-zealous, self-proclaimed, hobby-enthusiast rattle on about the technicalities of a certain distillation process or the pH of a given brach water while they are working on an early evening buzz. I always seem to end up mumbling something about the mood I am in or the depth of a given bottle. I consistently have trouble putting together an appropriate retort for this question not only on-the-fly but even with advanced contemplation and preparation. This has (comically) tortured me to no end for a number of years.

My recent revelation albeit relativity insignificant has solved this personal conundrum and I believe Mr. Watman puts it best:

“To say a whiskey is the best I’ve ever had is impossible–an absurd exercise. I’ve had twenty-five-year-old Macallan, George T. Stagg, Adberg 10, twenty-year-old Pappy Van Winkle, Corner Creek, an Early Times mint julep as the gates clanged open at the Kentucky Derby, and Elijah Craig eighteen-year-old Reserve while skinning and butchering a deer with a Swiss Army knife in the headlights of a pickup on a dark, cold December night. I drank whiskey on my wedding day, and on the side of a Virginia mountain when the clock ticked midnight in 1999.

I’ve never sat in a lab to taste whicky; my whiskey history is all tied up with my life. The best whiskey I’ve ever had is like the best horse race ever run: the next one.

There are drams, however, that arrest you and grab your attention. Whiskeys that make you stop talking. When a serious whiskey passes my lips, I find myself chewing on it, moving my tongue around, slapping against my palate and exploring the flavors. When I find in my hand a real, deep, layered whiskey, I am always tempted, for the moment that my head is lost in the drink, to close my eyes, let go, and declare that this is the best whiskey I’ve ever had.”

- Max Watman, Chasing The White Dog

A Talking Match

A TALKING match lately came off for five dollars a side. It continued for thirteen hours, the rivals being a Frenchman and a Kentuckian. The bystanders and judges were talked to sleep, and when they awoke in the morning they found the Frenchman dead, and the Kentuckian whispering in his ear.

- The American Joe Miller

The Woman & The Cocktail

There are few things more enjoyable then a woman that loves/knows/produces amazing cocktails. When I say cocktail I don’t mean the post-prohibition, mid 90s, college bar, neon colored, sweet soda gun, look-at-me martinis. There are many reasons to hate the way we (Americans-in-typical) practice our passion for mixology. However, words like “rye” and “rose water” sound so much sweeter (and often sexier) flowing from the lips of a lady.

A couple impressive matrons to consider:

Rachel Maddow’s interview with Imbibe Magazine:

Imbibe: Where’s your favorite place to grab a drink, and what do you order?

RM: I like making drinks even more than I like drinking them—so my favorite thing is to make drinks at home.?But in NYC, Pegu Club lures me like a siren song.? And my local, Daddy-O, has a great, great cocktail menu and great bartenders.?At either, I’m likely to take a bartender’s suggestion, but barring that, my first recourse is usually a rye Old Fashioned, no fruit.

(full article)

Christina Hendrick’s interview with Esquire Magazine:

ESQ: Do you drink while you cook? Watching Mad Men always makes me want to drink.

CH: I love cocktails. My specialty drink is a gimlet with a little egg white in it so it gets frothy. I really like rose water — sometimes I’ll add it to champagne. I was at a bar recently and the manager came up to me and said, “We have a drink named after you!” The Joan Holloway. There was Campari in it. People are throwing these Mad Men — themed parties because, I think, it’s an excuse to get dressed up and drink and smoke.

(full article)

Road (Avenue) Retrofit

2nd Ave. Subway: Estimated for completion between 2017-3090.

While We Wait: A little transit infrastructure retrofit. Not such a terrible idea. Take notice Orlandos of the country.