The elections are coming up here in Great Britain and, as it is with most countries, there are parties who represent every shade of the political spectrum.
Some of the more conservative outfits are using Immigration as a wedge issue and engaging in some successful fear-mongering.
Hitting back at this campaign of misinformation, Movement Against Xenophobia has unleashed a promotional campaign which features a variety of immigrants who contribute in essential ways to like in the UK.
The posters they’ve created, I think, are effective. Here’s a sampling:
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Anyway, I thought I’d use this new progressive meme to help further my own selfish aims. So, I’ve done my own. I hope you like it and think I’m super clever and good at Photo Shop
Hi World, it’s ILTTAG’s first post of a brand new, fluffy, sweet-smelling year. Hope the first half of January has been kind to you and yours. On a blog where the whole idea is to look at the little things which make this world a better place to hang out what is good enough to lead with? Well, it’s early enough in the month of January that resolutions are still a relevant subject matter. Most of us will be at hat point where we are testing out our New Year’s Resolutions, if indeed you were brave or crazy enough to make any. To be honest…if you’ve still kept yours by the time I’ll likely be done with this post (I’m guessing mid to end of January) then well done, sir or madame! I salute your willpower.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand. Today’s entry celebrates both my love of pizza, my love of NYC, and the tenacity of a dedicated blogger.
The gist is this: a pizza lover and native New Yorker does a top to bottom appraisal of EVERY by-the-slice pizza joint in Manhattan…and the island is lousy with them. If you consider ALL of NYC’s boroughs you actually get past the thousand mark). I only discovered this blog recently because Huffingtonpost reported that he–the author– had finished his gastronomic odyssey. What a wonderful idea, eh? Just when you think there is nothing new under the sun, somebody finds a novel approach. And what perseverance! I envy his willpower…and his geographical location. What this blog says to me is that you CAN see things through…you just have to choose more awesome and delicious goals.
Better, more delicious goal-setting
This guy writes in a style which is very more-ish. He also knows a lot about music…so if you dig on indie rock you’ll probably enjoy reading it on more than one level. I think he’s ALMOST a hipster but he comes across as earnest enough to pass my instantaneous and totally unwarranted judgment. I mean, I think you can be someone who appreciates kitsch and pop references and mom jokes and still NOT be a hipster douchebag. Plus, here’s his criticism of someone’s ‘smug’ attitude on a blog he was reading a pizza article from: “I am now 100% certain that whoever is involved with this blog is a total boneroni and needs to get run through a cycle in the douchewasher. I am seriously so pissed.” So, this guy, who mostly remains anonymous throughout his blogs…but is reported to be Colin Hagendorf…checks out, I reckon. Here’s a big old news article celebrating his reaching of the finish line: WSJ
I like Mr. Slice Harvester because I can relate. In an early post, he mentions he’s got a band, two jobs (including one where he waits tables at a diner–I was in restaurants for ages!), several side projects AND he was running his blog and printing a zine. Well, shut my mouth next time I gripe about not having enough down time between my day job, my sketch troupe, my stand-up gigs, my wife-being, and my blog-writing to play Arkham City. But, I think an important point to take from his success is also to make your side projects FUN. It’s bad enough working to make a living. But, if you want to exercise your creative impulses too, make sure you’re having a good time.
Immediately, upon starting to read this blog, I had questions. How does one realistically plan out a task that involves that much chewing and metro-card use, I wondered. Well, I found that Mr. Harvester started at the northernmost tip of Manhattan and then gradually worked his way down both the east and west sides. Usually, he had one day of the week dedicated to pizza eating. In fact, he ate 7-9 pieces a day once a week on average. He also changed up the friends he met every week–which I’m sure helped to keep it interesting and fun. I’m curious about whether or not other foods were consumed that day or if did a sort of Man VS Food style approach of water only…maybe even consumed the day before.
Anyway, back to the SUBJECT contained within the pages of sliceharvester. Pizza. This isn’t the first time that I’ve written about pizza in this blog. See here: Pizza Boy and here: Artichoke I love it. Pizza is always the answer to the question: If you could only ever eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Pizza is delicious, potentially nutritous, the ideal fix for a meal at teenage slumber parties. It’s just fun! What other meal gets its own game? (Ok…mabye besides Hamburger Time). The commercial jingle for this has been in my head all week.
Whilst I am enjoying my daily journey through the backlogs of his blog, it is horribly painful in some ways too. Each blog post has at least one centerfold of a pic. They are literally mouth-watering these pics..this photographic journalism…this pizza porn. Even when the review is a bad one, the pictures still look pretty damn good. Here is a sample. I should mention that this isn’t my pic and is property of sliceharvester. Speaking of which…a LOT of the pics I swipe to decorate this blog aren’t mine. I need to sort that out. Do I need to credit photogs or what? Who knows this info? What if no credit is listed? Does it matter at all that I make zero cash money from this blog? Help me Google, you’re my only hope. Anyway, here’s the pictorial equivalent of my own personal longing:
Gah!
I can sympathize with the onus for this quest as I am oft-praising NYC-style pizza and bemoaning the fact that it only seems to exist in NYC. Though there are some US cities where locally owned pizzerias (non chain) can create a reasonable facsimile to that crispy yet chewy, zesty-saucy, melty-cheesy perfect slice…I have yet to see anything close to resembling the stuff in the UK. I swear, the good people of Manchester must find me to be the most annoyingly patriotic chump.
How shit is this? I live near a take-away that is actually called ‘By the Slice’. By. The. Slice. These humps DO NOT SELL PIZZA BY THE SLICE. They sell terrible terrible terrible whole pizzas…often ordered by the locals with the abomination of tuna and sweet corn as toppings (this is common in England–if you can find it a can, you can dump it on your pizza). Furthermore, they’re more of a burger shop and fried chicken joint anyway. Sliceharvester has opinions about joints that spread themselves too thin like that. If you are putting burgers on your menu, you are NOT giving your pizza enough attention. Anything further removed than a calzone at a pizza house is not a good sign. Anyway, this joint, By The Slice, is a cruel tease.
Recently, I read a glowing review of the place on yelp.com. The reviewer actually called it the most NYC-like pizza in Manchester. So, I ordered one. Here’s what it looked like:
Here it is...
The only thing that reminds me of home about this pizza is the little plastic dollhouse table that they have stuck in the middle of it.
The pizza took over an hour to come–let me remind you, this place is a block away from me–, it was lukewarm, had too much cheese and not enough sauce, and a spongey moist crust. Heartbreaking.
The only purpose that I can think of for this pizza is if someone had to force feed you something of caloric value because you had so much to drink that you blacked out…they saw that you were barfing even in your black-out state and that you needed something to line your stomach and hence prevent your death. Only then…and if administered in the smallest does possible.
I’m currently reading these blog posts in order and haven’t come across some of my fave shops yet. (I mostly hung out in lower Manhattan when I lived there and I’m only at the Upper East Side part of his journey right now.) So, I’m hoping we have a mutual appreciation of both Artichoke and Pizza Mercato. I’m curious how much we overlap in what makes a good slice. We shall see. At any rate, next time I pay New York a visit, I will hit the travelogue of sliceharvester up again. Maybe I’ll try somewhere new.
In non-pizza related news. I just HATE HATE HATE people who kick my seat in the movie theatre. I hate it so much I started a FaceBook page. If you don’t like that either–getting kicked repeatedly when you’re trying to watch the latest Pixar film…or chatty morons, or people who leave their phones on…or who smell really bad…or any other level of ill-mannered movie-going behaviour, join up! You are welcome here… https://www.facebook.com/pages/Society-Against-Chair-Kickers-SACK/262865050442950
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