Mookie says: being sixth is like being third twice, Chef Timothy Hollingsworth

Being sixth is really like being third twice.

So let me tell you a little something about being third...

In a recent text convo with fellow fantasy league player who shall remain anonymous, Mookie reflected on the meaning of ranks and has now realized how a certain basketball situation can be just like Timothy's experience at Bocuse d'Or.

Basketball Jones:
P: Nr one in fantasy again
mookie: ooooohhhh

mookie: what's my rank?
P: I will not lose... Nr 3 as always
mookie: hahah!!! Number 3, loyalty before dishonesty, the mookie code of conduct
p: Write it in your blog
mookie: number one and two will destroy each other and out of the smoke the number 3 will conquer all. Mookie through the ruins with sword in hand to triumph the basketball fantasy league and claim the crown!!!!

The moral of the story is: Timothy, Sweden and Norway will kill each other, twice, and you will be number 1. 

So, hey. Mookie salutes.

http://www.bocusedor.com/2009/en/index.php

Chef Timothy Hollingsworth

CA was in France.

I said the kitchen prayer, but alas, it went to a Norwegian and the Swede snagged second place...

http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/world/la-fg-bocuse-award29-2009jan29,0,6477874.story

read this too:

http://dinersjournal.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/27/beyond-the-bocuse-dor/?hp

white house update

Go Obama go!

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/29/us/politics/29obama.html?_r=1&ref=todayspaper

True Story Tuesday

A pair of insanely expensive Italian heels: $450

A cab to Hollywood: $42

Glass of water with tip: $2

A cab back to Santa Monica: $41 

Making a 2 minute scene in front of that ass who never called back...

Priceless.

The recession makes me EMO

How amazing is Baz? Throwback teenland angst. Holla.

Mookie fact of the day:

The average person will fuck 10 different people in their life.

LA makes me EMO

LA made me emo (emotionally)...
I saw the Raveonettes live last night, they rocked it.
I remember getting butt-wasted, meaning even my butt was alcoholic, at a bar in Istedgade, Copenhagen, while listening to their ENTIRE album multiple times. 

save the soaps!

Come on people...
Where would we be without outrageous plots, ridiculous scripts and disastrous character back-stories?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28815777/?gt1=43001

BJ Update!!!

Q and A with Bill Cartwright... about BJ Armstrong

I bumped into the former player and later assistant coach for the Bulls, Bill Cartwright in NY.

He was having drinks with friends, and walked by the bar.
Naturally, I took the chance to ask him about BJ:
Q: Hi Mr. Cartwright. How is BJ?
A: Uh, well, BJ... is doing well, he's actually working for a management company, he moved around for a while...
Q: But where is he now?
A: He is living in LA...

Q: Great. That's great to know.

A: ...and actually, he's single.

Countdown Obama: after the party

True Story Tuesday: pt. 2, inauguration moments and junk food

watching the first couple dance and crying my eyes out over a chili-dog.

Countdown Obama: when people come together

I cried, we all cried.
We stood and froze and didn’t complain, we were all so very thirsty for hope.

Mookie says: Welcome the new Royalty, Michelle and Barack Obama

Sometimes America is grand.

True Story Tuesday: Mr. President, Barack Obama

It happened.
It really happened.

Countdown Obama: some of those parties

POP CHAMPAGNE SANTOGOLD!!!

Also seen on the scene... De La Soul, Common, Sam and Lindsay, John Legend, those Maroon 5 wankers, Moby, Rosario Dawson, Michael Stipe, Jessica Alba, Heather Graham and Tim Robbins. Politikkin. Barack Steady Crew. Presidential black. 

Countdown Obama: Martin Luther King Jr. Day on the streets of DC

Got those tix!!!!!

...And this was the line, in the end, that girl from high school hooked it up.

Getting ready...

Thank you MLK!

Mookie fact of the day:

During your life you will have consumed 5880 liters of beer.

Countdown Obama: the streets are ready

DC...

Countdown Obama: the art of Shepard Fairey and friends

                  Yo... can you believe Barack is going to be president?

Mookie stopped to check out a gallery on M street.
DC is alive, we are all alive and colorful. Real and interested.

We are awake.

http://www.manifesthope.com/

Presidential food

Yes, 

It's true, Cristeta Comerford is staying at The White House. 

Now we just need to wait and see if Alice Waters and co finally get what they always wanted: An organic garden on the "first lawn". I say yes! 

P.S. Check out the Lincoln menu...

http://www.latimes.com/features/food/la-fo-inaugural14-2009jan14,0,5905247.story

iced out

Mookie says... fuck on

The institution of morning sex is in shambles. It's a disgrace.
Singles are too busy getting to meetings, taking pills and smiling
between cigarettes, to enjoy the luxury of morning sex.
Couples who aren't equally as obsessed with money, have wiped out the
tradition entirely with a little help from the health craze. Nowadays
you're more likely to do yoga or go jogging than stay in bed for a
second orgasm.
"Real life-livers" stick to shower masturbation. And that's as sexy as
it gets in 2009.

Mookie misses the good old days.

True Story Tuesday

Only in LA...
My coupled, 50-60 aged roommates come home wasted from Manhattan Beach. Tequila is the culprit. When I ask about a need for aspirin, they assure that there is vicodin, heart medicine and marijuana available in the master bedroom despite a small loss last week when robbers stole a fifty dollar bag of pot, stocks are replenished.

Mookie fact of the day:

Most people don't know how to make glass

Mookie says: LL

Stands for: Local loving.

I don’t want to be your friend on myspace.
I don’t wanna friend you on facebook. I don’t want you to text me what you had for breakfast and why you have a difficult relationship with your parents and how many cigarettes you smoked at work. I want you to call me when you’re outside. All I want to hear is: hey come down so we can talk.
I don’t want to know you if your area code isn’t 310, 213 or 323.
I want local loving.

The awkward game

Check out the Dec 10th Mookie says entry... and continue with:

The awkward game.
A game where the only objective is to make your opponent feel awkward.
No physical contact allowed.
No other rules.
Enjoy.

True Story Tuesday: Heathrow Edition

Public enemy #1

Hard at work, Heathrow

Hanging out at Heathrow

Is Heathrow REALLY on fire?

The lounge we know and love is only a half-Heathrow away

Uh, yeah

There was a time when I loved Heathrow - probably because of an auto sponsored playground they used to have, complete with slides and all kinds of weird shit. I bought into it 100%, mind you this was long before the demise of the concord, and the death of it along with the loss of Hong Kong, really put Heathrow in the shitter by reaping its one piece of extreme exclusivity. As a child I remember rejoicing every time we landed in London. My parents must have been magicians. Because of them - I love flying. That never changed. Other things did. For example- the whole smoking on flights thing didn't last, as did the sleeping in the space between seat rows, though I confess to sneaking a 10 hour nap on route to Cape Town not too long ago, and out of sheer desperation, got away with it, cloaked in a gigantic sleeping bag like coat that recently died after a 6 year run, and was laid to rest at a funeral my designer friends cheered at. I didn't get hitched to a prince at 25 just like Princess Fergie, and her marriage life didn't really turn out to be that great, despite the pretty red hair.

Uh.
Yeah.
And I didn't love Heathrow anymore.
In fact. I loathe it. 

Here's a true story Tuesday tale about a typical day at LHR, the least favorite destination for mookie traveling.

Is Heathrow really on fire?

There were fantastic sound effects. Beeping alarm like Heathrow acoustics that only Heathrow can produce.
Almost symphonic. There were soloists. A tenor guard accompanied by alto custodian. Please step away. Please move all the way down the hall. All the way down the hall away from the door.
Duet becomes trio
Enter
The voice of loudspeaker conductor. The area you are in must be evacuated please use the emergency exit located nearest you.
Beep beep beep beep beep
Break

Soubdbytes:
No no no where is my gate
Asshole prick
Asshole rude snot.

Repeat to chorus

Ah Heathrow.
That just guarantees London's prime airport the coveted number one spot on mookie's list of all time worst airports 2008.
Charles de Gaulle is always close in the running, but alas, the French have done something right by simply being French.
In a recent text convo, mookie wrote to fellow airport snob:

Q: ...Off to my least favorite airport with wall-to-wall carpeting. Which do you despise more: de Gaulle or Heathrow?

A: Wow that is a really hard question. CDG is old and so cramped but at least you can find your way so I guess I vote for France. I truly hate Heathrow, the lounge is terrible...

I agree with him. De Gaulle is frightfully impractical. But Heathrow is the worst eyesore in Britain... and there is some horrid ugliness in the U.K. 

Heathrow is noisy, too big and never on time.

France wins.

Other runners up:
Miami - it's pretty gross in a Scarface meets - republican - pastel colored way.
And that's about it.

Mookie fact of the day:

The average person will have sex 4239 times during their life.