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WEDNESDAY, APRIL 23, 2008. 2:38PM pxthis.com entry yay i'm famous ! a couple weeks ago i did this interview thingie with this other interweb bloggetty blog, it's called Good Night Mr. Lewis dot com.
yah so it was a lot of fun, but ahhahhaaa--- i totally ran my mouth offs, i didn't give a flying fuck. i was spouting all sorts of stuffs, they even asked me "are you suuuuure we can print this?" eehee hee heee. in any case, it turns out i yappetty yapped so much, they had to break my interview down into three parts, which are running on three separate consecutive days. parts I & II are already "live" so please by all means, check them bad boys out: click here for Part One ---> http://www.goodnightmrlewis.com/2008/04/abbe-diaz-talk.html UPDATE 4.26.08: and here's Part Three ! ---> http://www.goodnightmrlewis.com/2008/04/abbe-diaz-tal-2.html personally i think it's the bestest part of all, so maybe start here and go backwards ! enjoy !
TUESDAY, APRIL 15, 2008. 12:28PM last night was fun, it was the Time Out New York Eat Out Awards party thingie. i got to go cuz i was an invited guest of CentroVinoteca-- it got nominated for "best new restaurant." yay! i got to see a whole bunch of famous chefs and restaurateurs and whatnot, like: sam-mason & david-chang & anne-burrell & ryan-lowder & emil-varda & florent-morellet & of course sasha-muniak. so that was great. so emil-varda says to me "YES! they're taken! you can't sit here, go someplace else!" and thus i respond: "whaaaatever, bitch!" and plop my ass down directly across from that mutherfukker. oh but it was kinda odd, emil-varda introduced me to another guy from theWaverlyInn, lynn-oops-i-never-got-a-last name (bad me bad me). emil-varda said to him "do you knoooow who this is?" and he responded "yes of course" (!!) so i guess i must be really really much more famous at theWaverly than even i had ever surmised. the ony thing that was kinda a bummer is that david-chang ran off the stage so fast, i couldn't get a really good photo of him. and then he just disappeared, so i didn't get a chance to tell him alls about my awesomely cute korean friend who has a mad crush on him, she's like totally in loooove with him she wants to have like 10,000 of his babies.
• april 15, 2008. "the other TONY awards" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 9, 2008. 10:35AM yah so i'm back. from the new "usual" joint
• april 1, 2008. "04-04-08-04-08-08" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
TUESDAY, APRIL 1, 2008. 1:12PM last night was great, it was a fundraiser party thingie for StudioDante (sponsored by Architectural Digest), which is the theatre owned and run by michael&victoria-imperioli. yay! ... aside from meeting the imperiolis i also saw (in order of appearance): chris-cooper & john-ventimiglia & tony-sirico & drea-dematteo & david-chase & aida turturro & vincent-pastore & stanley-tucci & lauren-bacall. anyways
• april 1, 2008. "First Readings by Studio Dante" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
FRIDAY, MARCH 7, 2008. 10:43AM so my trip to santa monica was lovely, the weather was beautiful so i got lucky, apparently it's been rainy and in the 50's the last couple weeks or so. anyways [... sorry! a portion of this entry for this date appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish]
• march 7, 2008. "'...remember it was how to deal with an Upset" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
SATURDAY, MARCH 1, 2008. 10:48PM finally i'm off to santa monica tomorrow, yay! i must say i'm pretty anxious to see [... sorry! the rest of this entry for this date appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish]
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 2008. 9:36AM yay, i was in the NY Daily News yesterday ! neat, huh? i especially think it's cool cuz i remember way back when i was in the Daily News the very first time-- i have these aunties and uncles and cousins and whatnot, they alls live in the boonies of new jersey. well
anyways. so here i come, i'm just this person who published my diary, but it turns out there happens to be a lot of stuffs about restaurants in there cuz i only spent about ohhhhh twenty some odd years of my life in this fucking ridiculous industry. okay so here they are, and every single week is new information in the magazine about what restaurants have opened or closed or added pork to the menu. the funny thing is mostly they just print the SAME information week after week after week after week but whatever. i digress. in any case, one of their "food journalists" is named [... sorry! the rest of this entry for this date appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish] • february 26, 2008. "i got iiiiiiice cream, and you aint gotttttttt none" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 2008. 10:32AM pxthis.com entry so. didja hear ? i got thrown out of a restaurant the other day. if you wanna read alls about it, here ya go! click here----> http://pxthis.invisionzone.com/index.php?s=&showtopic=333&view=findpost&p=5018 enjoy ! :)
THURSDAY, JANUARY 31, 2008. 9:31AM whew anyways i've been really conscientious though, every day i have been taking little notes and whatnot. and so away we go-- this first month of this new 2,008th year went a little something like this: ... dec25.07 : 7:30am flight to our usual joint. we got to the airport at 6:35am and they wouldn't let us check in cuz we were "too late." and so we spent another 15 minutes running around from person to higher person to higher higher person and alls they did was tell us again and again how being 5 minutes late is simply our fucking problem (yah merry christmas to you too, fuckface). and then right around the time i was ready to either go totally postal or cry, one nice lady FINALLY took pity on us and spent approximately 22 seconds worth of her time and energy to check us into our flight. and so we got our boarding passes and went through security and made it onto the plane with about 3 minutes to spare. dec26.07 : booo today was still a little bit cloudy. oh well, it's 84 fucking degrees what the hells am i bitching about. dec27.07 : just out of nowheres i decided to send my boy brian-grazer a merry holidays and early happy new year SMS. and it popped into my brain "he must be in maui" so that's exactly what i said in my message. and he was so sweet he responded right away and his reply said yes he's "in hawaii." wow i'm psychic. dec28.07 : evidently joshua-stein the ignorasshole at gawker.com is at it again, i just discovered he's mentioned me twice during some new year Q&A with eater.com (apparently they asked several "restaurant experts" ahhahaHAHAHAHhahahaa their opinions on some whatever the fuck went on this past year in their own little Delusional Foodie World). apparently joshua-stein thinks the "biggest surprise of 2007" is that i haven't killed anyone yet (is that an invitation, bitch?) or some shit, and that he thinks the most important "restaurant neighborhood" of this year is my twat. dec29.07 : [... sorry! the rest of this entry for this date appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish]
• january 31, 2008. "anthony boohr die in" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 2007. 8:34AM last night i had a dream that *rollerfink* won the Project Redlight contest !! oh wait did i never tell about *rollerfink* ? *rollerfink* is a piglet (the greatest piglet of them all!) i "met" during the very first original Project Greenlight contest. anyhoo. right now apparently Radar Magazine is having this funny Project Redlight contest (isn't it ironic ? don't ya think) in which harvey-weinstein is trying to find funny writer "scabs" who are not in the writer's union by initiating this ostensibly satirical contest wherein regular peoples are supposed to send in BAD movie "pitches" (that's hollywood jargon), which of course in turn will unearth all these funny fantastic "notWriters" (not to be confused with real actual Writers who are allowed to call themselves "Writers" because they are members of the Writer's Union, unlike all the rest of the stupid Writer-wannabees who go around calling themselves "writers" when in reality they're just lame assed "hobbyists" and "budding wordsmith[s] at best") cuz DUH-- if one is smart enough to discern what is a BAD pitch, then surely one must also know what is a GOOD pitch, yes ? following along ? no ? it matters not, really. anyhoo as soon as i saw the rules and regulations of this Project Redlight i absolutely 100% without a doubt knew right away *rollerfink* is the perfect contestant. so i told him all about it and he says he is going to enter. and last night i had a dream HE WON ! yay ! he's going to do it too. you just watch mutherfukkers.
12:21PM LOOK ! it's fucking steve-schirripa !! i cannot even begin to recount how totally utterly bizarro • november 28, 2007. "rollerfink" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 2007. 1:22PM i just spent the last hour listening to moms babble on the telephone. hahha aha haa that bitch is crazy. the funny thing is she asked "what's new?" but since she spent 45 minutes yapping incessantly, my brain was too exhausted to talk by the time it was my turn so i just replied "nothing."
i am pretty sure eventually moms is going to end up reading the new PX This Too book, the same way she read the first PX This book. well, this morning right before i dropped everything to phone moms cuz i felt guilty since i know i didn't speak to her on the day they slaughter all the poor turkeys cuz my acupuncturist distinctly warned me to avoid all stress as much as possible-- i just found out this website on the world wide internet thingie is sweating me. again. see moms, on the computer internet thingie there are these websites called "blogs" and basically they're like little magazines that people look at every day.
well anyways, yesterday this OTHER "blog" on the internet wrote about her-- they said she had to move out of her building because her condominium has molds.
oh did you ever meet my korean friend ? not the ones i lived with in college but this other girl, maybe you met her at the trunk show too, i used to work with her. anyhoo i ran into him in this store the other night. which wouldn't be such a big deal except that i had just made a joke about him on this OTHER "blog" website that's owned by New York Magazine. in any case, what happened was that i told this little joke about this chef named david-chang on the website that's owned by this magazine and then like a day later i ran into this very same guy totally randomly in this store.
so yah while i'm doing that i'll be sure to think about going to law school.
• november 27, 2007. "selling noodles" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
MONDAY, NOVEMER 19, 2007. 2:28PM [... sorry! the entire entry for this date appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish]
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2007. 10:22AM you missed my birthday. yah so i was away all last week in case you were wondering. which is great because apparently it's supposed to be verrrry auspicious to be elsewhere other than the place in which you reside when your b'day rolls around. oh okay i'll say a wee bit more. evidently the other birthday thing i should be doing is starting anew with some personal stuffs and whatnot. ya know-- like new year's resolutions (which i never really believed in anyways). supposedly it's far more appropriate to exercise this tradition on your birthday, rather than on some kinda random first-day-of-the-year nonsense which truly makes no sense at all if you really think about it.
as a matter of fact it's so much like new york i even did the exact same shit i always do: run around looking at restaurants. and yah i got to try a few so that was cool, but i must say of all the ("hottest!") places i tried, it turns out theVirginClubhouse was the bestest of them all. oh ! but oymylord speaking of airports well anyways, i don't mean to keep going on endlessly about stupid airports or whatever but i just wanted to quickly remark one more thing and that's: VirginAirways kicks ass ! now. i don't know a damned thing about VirginAirways except that it's owned by some filthy rich english megabazillionaire who obviously isn't susceptible to such crazy mick mafia tactics, cuz VirginAirways is clearly flying the not-so-friendly skies these days perfectly fine and dandy. okay so.
but of course as you would expect, there is an economic disparity in marrakech so wide if you tried to draw a line to represent the distance, one end would probably go all the way around in a circle and end up touching itself again. (does that even make sense ?? whatever.) and did you know that if you want to work in any sort of decent (or maybe even not-so-decent) job in marrakech, you have to be tri-lingual ? yes muttherfukker i said TRI-lingual. as in: if you can't speak english, french, AND arabic, then your sorry ass is just plain ole grass. makes you feel kinda STUPID, doesn't it ? oh i could go on and on and on about marrakech but why bother. none of it would do it any remote justice anyways-- i think maybe it's just a place one needs to see to appreciate. so maybe add that shit to your Things One Must Do Before One Drops Dead list. personally i'm adding it to my Things One Must Do AGAIN Before One Drops Dead list right this very minute.
no but seriously though and they just might do it too ! although i don't know HOW they're going to manage this without any blacks, mexicans, or filipinos to do everything for them since no such persons exists in istanbul. but hey maybe they're just smarter than the rest of the idiot world, the fuck i know. also they have this Bosphorus waterway too-- that might help things along. the only other thing i can think to mention is how WOW those istanboolooroos sure are patriotic, there are turkish flags EVERYWHERES. there are more turkish flags hanging in istanbul today than new york had waving on september 12, 2001. plus there are photos of that leader dude who westernized türkiye (by banning all the fezzes) alls over the place too. it's pretty neat. oh the only other other thing i wanted to tell is: now i finally know why the term "carpet salesman" is derogatory. they have really great fake handbags in the GrandBazaar though ! every single brand and style you can possibly imagine, i even saw this gold ostrich YvesStLaurent for only YTL450.00 ! and i bet i could have talked him down another 30% if i'd wanted it too. so there is that. so yah. that's istanbul.
all in all the trip was really great but i'm still glad to be home too. • november 8, 2007. "three cities" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
MONDAY, OCTOBER 29, 2007. 12:29PM i think i almost fainted last night it was pretty trippy. even right now i'm not feeling exactly 100% and i did sleep in much much later than usual. thank goodness i was on my way back to bed anyways, i'd gotten up in the middle of the night to grab myself a glass of ojay. i had the first dizzy spell right when i was pouring from the carton and when i felt my knees buckle and my heart start racing and the nausea building i went straight back to bed where i had the second dizzy spell right as i was climbing in. i don't think i actually did faint but i guess i must have fallen asleep not long afterward. and i totally know what did it to me too, it was right as i was opening the refrigerator door to grab the ojay that the conversation i'd had earlier (over dinner) just sorta hit me i guess. but it was weird cuz it wasn't like it was the discussion itself that got to me, but more like a certain part of it suddenly struck me as untrue [... sorry! the rest of this entry appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish] • october 29, 2007. "so that's what fainting feels like" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 27, 2007. 3:12PM i had another dream about water last night, i haven't had one of those in a while. and it was good, the water was clear and blue and beautiful and calm, but there were rocks on the bottom so i had to be careful while i was swimming. and it was crowded too-- i was at a big beach resort apparently, and so there were mobs of peoples all over the place i remember i was trying to find a nice open place to dive in easily. the resort was built on a cliff so there wasn't a typical beach with sand and shores and whatnot but there were palm trees everywhere. and the ocean only flowed through this one narrow inlet, which i guess is why the water was so placid and warm. well whatever. overall i think it was a good sign. and it's even better come to think of it, since i've been feeling pretty icky and funky lately. maybe the whole Mercury retro whatever the hells was fucking with my inner chi or some shit. or oh ! ah ha haa yah i never told about the jerkohead in the bookstore. it was i guess last week sometime i was just browsing in this old bookstore on mercer street. and there was this couple the next aisle over, i could hear them talking through the bookcase. i had my back turned to them so maybe that's why even though there was a wee bit of open space between the tops of the books and the underside of the next shelf up, she didn't see me all that clearly, which is probably why she thought it was perfectly okay to suddenly vociferously blurt out: "oh yah my grandmother haaates asian people." it must have been the dude with her who spotted me cuz just as she was about to elaborate, it seemed like he cut her off midsentence. and then they left the bookstore. ahhahaaa ha haa. no seriously though sigh i dunno. really. i don't get it. i mean i know asians can't drive to save their lives and they shuffle annoyingly when they walk dragging their fucking heels so noisily all over the place an'shit OHHH wait. it's probably a japanese/vietnam thing isn't it ? i always forget that one. come to think of it maybe that's why i got yelled at outside the Waldbaum's in jersey city a few years ago too-- some old lady with a thick russian accent kept screaming at me to "go back" where i "came from" for absolutely no reason at all. sigh whatever. never mind.
did i never tell about gwen-butler ? she's "Boston's $2.45 Million Dollar Bartender" according to New York magazine. even though she really got $3 million. well anyhoo. to make a long story short, she [... sorry! the rest of this entry appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish] • october 27, 2007. "granny wants to hate on chinese/ well here's a reminder/ she better check her wig it says 'made in china'..." •
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2007. 2:01PM pxthis.com entry I'M BACK yah so in case you've been wondering what the hells has been going on around here (and you know you have. bitch), the reason i haven't been chronicling all that much the last few days is cuz the interwebs were dead. no joke, approximately 190 interminable hours ago the world wide webs went completely blank and all stupid dumbshit TimeWarner had for me was excuses and nonsense and mercilessness and a fucking eight day wait time.
i have nothing more to tell about the last week's happenings cuz as far as i can tell nothing happened. i could be wrong though, maybe something did happen but i wouldn't know for sure cuz alls i did was wander about aimlessly glassy eyed and numb minded and zombicated cuz without interwebs there is no thinking or doing or conceiving or resolving or concocting or accomplishing there are only vast forsaken wastelands of emptiness and lifelessness and desolation. oh and apparently all this is happening cuz Mercury is like retro something whatever the fuck it's doing. STUPID MERCURY • october 23, 2007. "stupid Mercury" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
MONDAY, OCTOBER 15, 2008. 12:24PM actually i don't really have much time for this right now but i just wanted to catch up and tell how everything seems to be going pretty well, the project and the other project and the other other project are all under way. granted it's all developing kinda trudgingly, but maybe that's just cuz of how the entire universe needed to be dropped suddenly to make time for all the packing, and then of course after the days of packing were all the days of unpacking. which i'm still doing right now by the way. i'm not complaining at all though cuz the packing went rather smoothly and the unpacking is progressing quite swimmingly. and i'm pretty excited too cuz then after all the unpacking is finally finished then the other other other project can start too. aha haa of course that will be right around the time i'll be dropping everything all over again to do a few days of traveling ! yay ! isn't this fun ? YES IT IS. yah so anyways. speaking of all the packing and unpacking, i never told about how the fungshooey master came and said how the new fungshooey is soooo much better than the old fungshooey. and i am totally thinking it MUST be true ! cuz already... [... sorry! the rest of this entry appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish]
• october 15, 2007. "this one is for: my sum dum goys [patience, young grasshopper - PART III]" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
MONDAY, OCTOBER 8, 2007. 3:45PM [... sorry! the entire entry for this date appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish]
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 5, 2007. 4:04PM well i finally got some free time today, i was all ready to sit down and tell all about the latest happenings like the trip thingie coming up soon, and the Move, and whatnot oh but ha haa that reminds me the harley scooterboy was nice i guess, he offered me a lift (after i explained how my poor sick little Ninja needed "acupuncture from dr.kawasaki." hee hee) but of course i declined. i felt badly-- i didn't want to offend him by explaining how my mama always taught me never take rides from crazy psycho strangers, so i just told him sorry but i never ride bitch. anyways which come to think of it, is a little harder to believe since he also said she's an "awful actress." so how could she be so good at acting dumb? hmm. what was my point again ? oh yah i don't really have one at all-- i just know how peoples looooove to hear about paris-hilton all right.
the sagittarius palm reading ashram visiting retired former financial dude ended up writing a review of my book for amazon.com The deeper layers hold the treasures, October 4, 2007 What each reviewer has said about this book is true. It is an entertaining (or boring, depending on your taste) book about the high-end restaurant business in NYC with a lot of celebrity gossip thrown in. This is the foreground of the book, and to be honest if this was all the book was about, it wouldn't be my cup of tea. But there is much more going on in the deeper layers that give this book a lot of richness. I wanted to point out these other layers which I found far more interesting than the foreground. The first thing that hits you over the head is the writing style. In fact, the book has the best prologue I've ever read, where the author basically says "this is how I write and if you don't like it, go get another book!" That's balls, right on page 1! Others have talked about the writing style as anything from a nuisance to an acquired taste. I think they've missed the most creative aspect of the book. The writing style is original and authentic - a big breath of fresh air. While many other writers are struggling to fit their thoughts into the rules of grammar, this author has thrown grammar out the window to be true to herself. The writing style is far more pure than anything grammatically correct, and in my opinion is the best part of the book. The author invents and plays with words in a way that's uniquely creative. My creative juices started flowing just by reading this book. Had this book followed grammatical rules it would have been reduced to mediocrity; and it made me wonder how many books were marginalized by the handcuffs of grammar. Second, there is a whole industry devoted to helping the sexes understand each other better. As a man who's always been interested in understanding women deeply, I can tell you this book gives you great insights into the female mind, as it is a real diary. Women are far more sensitive, observant and intuitive than men, yet need to restrain their true feelings in this man's world. In the book, the author appears cool on the outside in many situations yet is going through a lot of turmoil on the inside which she does not hold back in describing. The next time you ask your woman "Is everything OK honey?" and she says "yes" you may come away with a new insight after reading this book. The author's relationships with two men during the course of the book were very insightful. I was reminded of similar situations I was in with ex-girlfriends and got more color on their feelings at the time by reading the author's totally open thoughts. On the same topic, I also learned a lot about men. Out of all the high-power, rich and famous men that could not take their eyes off the author (a beautiful and well-dressed woman) when she worked as a hostess in some of NYC's top restaurants, not one had the balls to approach her like a confident man. In fact, the only guys she had lunch with were a waiter and a fellow motorcycle rider she met at the Department of Motor Vehicles. And they were more interesting than the scores of celebrities mentioned in the book. On an even deeper level. In the West, we are limited to the dimension of intelligence in describing a person. But, in the East, the dimension of awareness is also understood. The two sometimes go hand in hand but awareness is a far more rare quality. Yes, the author is an intelligent woman. But many intelligent people have written interesting books. This book has a special quality because the author is also very aware. The book is full of subtle insights about people, life, and love. The funny thing is the author doesn't trust her awareness because no one else in her life has it. It will be interesting to read the sequel to this book to see how she progresses on the inside. In this first book she has awareness without centering which leads to a lot of inner turmoil as she sees things others don't see, but without the centering it throws her off balance. If she can become centered, her future books will have a far richer quality. In short, Abbe Diaz is an author worth keeping an eye on.
• october 5, 2007. "we'll always have paris" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 2007. 1:08PM [sorry! the beginning of this entry appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish] ...which is so funny. cuz remember the time i was in LA and i had dinner with gary-dourdan ? well i didn't bother mentioning it back then but actually i had asked gary-dourdan if he would consider maybe producing my book as a teevee series. actually all along i had been fantasizing how gary-dourdan would make a great "eric-goode character" but that part only comes later in the story, so i'd wondered if maybe gary-dourdan might want to produce or something instead, since maybe the eric-goode role wasn't big enough for him. anyways. gary-dourdan was super sweet he'd said he would definitely consider it. and i remember he had asked me "who would play you?" i'd wanted to show him i wasn't as ignorant about television as i seemed, so i responded something like: "well maybe hollywood will want to change the lead character to a white person instead..." i was trying to show him i'm not stupid at all. but it was (kind of) surprising, gary-dourdan replied: "but that's what makes the story interesting! that's it's YOU, and you're NOT white. you shouldn't cave when it comes to something like that..." and then he went on to explain how originally the idea for CSI was a dud, nobody wanted to touch it with a ten foot pole. and look at it now (!) it was like the number one rated show on teevee for like forever or some shit-- he even recounted to me how the quentin-tarantino directed episode had something like 30 million viewers the night it aired. anyhoo so then i felt awful, i didn't want gary-dourdan to think i am weak, so i said something like "well okay... but i have no idea who would play me." ha haa i totally recall thinking to myself back then: what is he crazy ? lucy-liu ? she's like a huge FILM actress, why would she be interested in teevee ? and now look isn't it nutso ? not only is lucy-liu starring in a teevee series, but she's playing a white character.
i was trying to show how smart i am again, you see. apparently this is how it works, you have to "attach" (that's hollywood jargon) famous peoples to your "project" and that's how They decide if your idea is good enough for film/teevee or not (cuz evidently nobody in hollywood reads and that's why They can't just figure that shit out for Themselves).
ee hee heee ha ha ha ha ha haa ahhahahahaa geezus christ. • september 30, 2007. "who would play you" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
pxthis.com entry WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 2007. 12:17PM yah so i wanted to tell all about this great e-mail i got yesterday that i just finished reading for like the fourth time. well anyways here are the bestest parts: "I come back from a weekend of meditation and bliss and for some retarded reason the potted plant and her wacky website come into my mind..." oh ! before i show any more of the e-mail i should probably clarify it was sent to me from the "sagittarius" dude-- i mentioned him the other day i said he read my palm over lunch. i didn't elaborate much about him then so i guess now would be a good time to explain more.
well. it turns out this dude is slightly atypical he actually has something entertaining to say. and apparently he is some mid thirties retired former financial banker broker type dude who made enough money to last a lifetime, trading stocks and bonds and porkbellies and whatnot. well anyways to make a interminable story long, this retired former financial dude ends up staying to chat all the way up until closing time. then right then and there, this mid thirties retired former financial sagittarius dude decides he is going to read my book. so i start thinking to myself aha ha ha ha aa uh why exactly ? cuz i mean-- he already told me he doesn't know jack shit about restaurants, and he definitely doesn't strike me as the gossip-loving-snarkfest-feeding-page-six-whoring type.
i really don't think he is just giving me this lovely song and dance sending me three page e-mails and the whole bit just because he thinks i am smokin. i mean, of course that's probably a big part of it but let's get really serious. ya think any man works THAT hard for pussy ? no fucking way. anyhoo. what was my point "Something struck me as I entered PXThis.com. And these spontaneous instincts are very important to pay attention to. Actually intuition is the better word. An instinct is a spontaneous response from the body. An intuition is a spontaneous response from the soul. This was an intuition...." eeheee you gotta admit that's just a wee bit atypical. "I don't even think you realize how smart you are, because it seems to me you're surrounded by dumb people." hahahahahaa i like THAT. that's hott. "Its not that your life story is not interesting to the masses. Its very interesting, but as with anything intelligent and creative, it takes some time for the masses to catch on." yah! word! the Masses are idiotarded! what the hells is wrong with them they're Mass-orons. parisperezhilton proliferating bitches!
ya think so huh ? hmm.
"I need to read the rest of that NOW.... Email me the rest of that [sept 23rd] entry....! You know, I came back so peaceful, so relaxed, without a care in the world.......and now the suspense is killing me!!" really ? killing you ? you don't say. is that right ? oh. well then LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY WHO MADE ME A PROMISE HAS AN AMAZON BOOK REVIEW TO WRITE. :) [p.s. thank you sir ! and xoxo] • september 26, 2007. "patience, young grasshopper- PART II" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2007. 11:42AM so. do you believe in signs yet ? yesterday as soon as Moogooloo walked through the door when he came home the very first words out his mouth were: "i just saw that mary-louise whatshername, that actress on Weeds! we just walked past each other... i think she could tell i recognized her... she smiled..." and so i was all "that's cool" -- i wanted to ask him why he didn't just tell her he thinks her show is "the MILF weed" but i refrained cuz i'm pretty sure he wouldn't have gotten the slanguage anyways. anyhoo. so i go to turn on the teevee and guess what was boom! right there starting. apparently it was some kind of Weeds "marathon" they just happened to be playing the last three episodes all in a row. and the next show was JUST about to start i remarked "oh look maybe this is the one we missed!" and i go to check for the info of that upcoming episode on the cable channel guide thingie to see if indeed it's the one we are looking for. and yesssss it's the one we want all right. GUESS what the title of the episode is. it's: "Grasshopper." no fucking joke that was the title. Season Three, Episode Six-- it's called mutherfukking GRASSHOPPER look it up if you don't believe me. ah ha hahahah hahaha aah HE JUST RAN INTO THE STAR THAT AFTERNOON IN THE STREET mmkay ?! it's what popped the idea in his brain to try and catch the episode we missed last week. i turn on the teevee as soon as we walk in the door and voilà THERE IT IS. about to start ! and it's called GRASSHOPPER !!! okay if you don't think that is some crazy whacked out shit, you are totally smoking crack. i mean milfweed.
well whatever, my point is: i'm not exactly sure what to make of all this just yet, but it's funny cuz that day over lunch he read my palm. and yaaaah i know it sounds utterly wackadoo but it all goes back to the "signs" thing. here we go again, over lunch, another "sign" just plops in my lap (or rather my palm i guess, aha haa.) see. here i was all completely losing my marbles what with my mental problems and all, and here comes this ("sagittarius") dude to smack me upside the head with a message from the cosmos... [... sorry! the rest of this entry appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish] • september 23, 2007. "patience, young grasshopper..." • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2007. 9:17AM i'm sick. i have mental problems.
oh but i did happen to see gisele-bündchen on mercer street the other night though, and she had a big fat pimple in the exact same place so maybe that's not the issue.
so. of course now i wake up this morning and the entire impeccable scenario makes me totally fucking nauseous. urrgh. and yah even though i lie out my face and claim i don't know what the fuck is going on, in reality i got the entire 411 roiling around in my pancreas. so that's why i say i have mental problems. what the fuck is wrong with me-- here all along what have i been saying? i have been whining and wailing and griping how [... sorry! the rest of this entry appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish]• september 20, 2007. "i have mental problems" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 2007, 6:17PM my boyfriend brian-grazer finally returned my e-mail he told me to "use da pone." anyways. maybe i'm going to LA soon. yay ! oh! yah so this weekend i got another offer but i think maybe this one i just can't refuse [... sorry! the rest of this entry appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish] • september 17, 2007. "another offer" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 2007. 1:41PM sigh. okay so today started peacefully enough, i was even pretty pleased with myself thinking how it was great i was able to sleep straight through the night a full eight hours for the first time in several weeks. but then the first e-mail (of my Daily Morning Coffee ritual) is a link to a new article thingie about me on mediabistro. ugh. and like, i dunno - THEY came to me and said they wanted to publish my diary. wow. cool!
and jean-michel retorts: "how about a nice shit brown instead." yah. well. y'know. something like that.
oh hahaaa now there's this OTHER new food bloggie "roman à CHEF" (eeheee that's funny no? that's from an online New York Magazine writeup about it) website that's also written by a member of my Forum thingie! sigh. isn't that nice? oh! yah speaking of which. i decided to send an e-mail to my boyfriend brian-grazer this morning [... sorry! the rest of this entry appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish] • september 15, 2007. "how about a nice shit brown" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 2007. 9:00AM look ---> http://www.mediabistro.com/articles/cache/a9852.asp?pntvs=1 i'm famous ! yay ! here is the text (sshh) cuz unfortunately that link is for subscribers only-- it's a super secret private batcave website specifically for "media" peoples only (you have to sell your soul to afford the price of admission. eeheee just kidding!). so here is what the article says (in case you are wondering):
By Stephanie Burton – September 12, 2007 After 20 years of work in some of the biggest, glitziest, star-studded restaurants in New York City, Abbe Diaz never imagined she'd one day pen a tell-all book, contribute to the New York Post, and host an exclusive, members-only Web forum for restaurant insiders. Below the former hostess, maitre-d, and self-proclaimed "potted plant" explains how she landed in the throes of New York media. In May 2004, you published PX This: The Diary of a Potted Plant, a personal narrative chronicling your years working at Mercer Kitchen, The Park, Smith, Lotus, Theo, 66 and several others. How did this all come about and what does the term "PX this" mean? The term "PX this" is sort of a little stab, almost like an industry curse word. If you're a server and it's the end of a long night, the last thing you want to deal with is a PX. You've been on your feet for hours, dealing with everyone's requests all night and now you're going to have to be extra careful and alert. In your mind you're thinking, "F*ck having to deal with this PX!" which becomes, "PX this!" Publishing a book was not planned. I didn't go to journalism school. [Diaz graduated from Rutgers with a B.A. in economics.] I was out to dinner one night with a group of friends and we were gossiping about one thing or the other. It seemed like every celebrity or VIP that was mentioned, I'd had some kind of experience or interaction with. I'd spent 20 years working for some big-name restaurateurs, especially Jean-Georges [Vongerichten], and there was always a lot going on in his restaurants. Someone said, "You should write a book about all of this!" I'd been keeping a journal on my computer [in Word documents] for years, but I'd never thought about it before. This whole conversation took place around the same time Lauren Weisberger's The Devil Wears Prada was published [early 2003]. The idea of a New York City restaurant roman á clef seemed very possible. A few days after that dinner, a friend of mine called to say she had contacts at Ballantine [Publishing Group] and if I was willing to let her act as my independent agent, she was very confident she could push the book through to the right people. [Diaz asked not to name this particular friend as they are no longer on speaking terms]. Within days, I sent her over 30 or 40 pages from my journal. Since this was your private journal, weren't you worried about revealing things that were excessively personal? Did you change any names or details before sending everything over? Your friend was confident she could put your book in the hands of the right people, but she wasn't a publisher or author. Why did you decide to take her up on her offer? The thing that was truly important to me was the chance to expose the injustices going on at Jean-Georges' restaurants. More times than I can remember, I saw servers lose hard-earned tips because management was taking a share of it. The people who should have been encouraging morale could not have been less interested in the staff. The subtitle of my book, "The Diary of a Potted Plant," is in reference to how I felt when I was working as a hostess for Jean-George. I was as invisible as a potted plant. I thought if a book could publicize any of the wrongdoings, I was more than willing to put my name on it.
Within a few days your friend came back to you with changes and suggestions from the editors she knew. What was the biggest challenge in meeting their requests? My writing had a totally different look and feel. It wasn't the same voice -- it wasn't me. I sounded pompous and vain. I tried to explain to [my friend], "It's not the same book. It's not me!" but she wouldn't listen. Her feeling was, "If you want this to be commercially viable, you have to get over it." My opinion as the author was completely irrelevant. I asked myself, "Why would I make myself look like an asshole, even for $10,000? Is it worth it?" When did you finally decide you couldn't get over it? He explained that even though I wasn't expecting to make much money from the book, I should consider the profits. After the publishing house and my friend took the fees, taxes, and all the other royalties, I wasn't looking at much of a payday. I asked myself, "Why would I make myself look like an asshole, even for $10,000? Is it worth it?" I didn't think so. That's when this lawyer explained to me I had other options. He gave me information about smaller, independent publishing companies that would give me a lot more freedom to publish the book the way I wanted to. Were you worried what your friend would think when you decided to go your own route with a lesser-known publisher? This July, former employees at eight of Vongerichte's restaurants filed a lawsuit claiming they were paid sub-minimum wages, cheated out of overtime, and forced to share tips with their bosses. How does that feel? The book also affected your personal life. Lois Freedman, widely regarded as Jean-Georges's "right-hand woman" had you thrown out of Mercer Kitchen when you went in for drinks one night. If you were going to do it all over again, would you still make the same decisions? Five Things To Know Before Publishing a Tell-All 2) Your idea of a "memoir" might be vastly different from the people who are considering publishing it. 3) The stigma is lifting: Don't be afraid to consider self-publishing. 4) If it's a memoir with your name on it, you better be able to stand by the content. 5) Fight for a product that is true to you. The continuing "sequel" to PX This can be found on Diaz's weblog. Stephanie Burton is a New York-based freelancer.
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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2007. 7:33PM (SEOUL, KOREA TIME) my trip is over. boo :( well. on the one hand it would have been nice to have at least a couple more days to visit. on the other hand i can't wait to get home and have a really good pizza.
bye bye asia! it's been rad.
• september 11, 2007 (cont.) pxthis.com-blahg entry 7:33PM
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2007. 12:33PM (SEOUL, KOREA TIME) yah so it ends up we did end up flying back to seoul for an extra day after all. and i'm so glad we did! ohmygoodness i don't even know how to begin to describe yesterday. except maybe to say now i'm almost sorry i said all those mean awful things about seoul and the 10,000 BBQ joints all clumped like mushrooms on top of each other. because-- i mean-- holy shit the things i saw and experienced in just one day made me realize that anybody who thinks they really truly know what's up in worldwide F&B and hasn't ever been to visit seoul, clearly doesn't know jack shit. i am not exaggerating at all-- i should probably stop talking now and refrain from yapping away mindlessly for free, no but seriously though. i would never ever have believed it if i hadn't seen it with my very own eyes [... sorry! the rest of this entry appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish] • september 11, 2007. "restaurant consultants' gold" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 9. 2007. 8:44AM (TOKYO, JAPAN TIME) so tokyo is kinda nice i guess. i mean don't get me wrong now, it's an awesome amazing city and everything is beautiful and the peoples are super sweet, and everywheres you look are these innovative neato ideas and designs and concepts and whatnot (that newyorkers are simply way too stupid to come up with) seriously now. but there really is something about all the western worship that kinda works my every last nerve too. i mean like for example like i said, it's huge. and CROWDED ohmygawd it's unbelievably congested. and all up and down these jampacked corridors of soho are these cute little japanese boys and girls sporting ugly haircuts, bleached tresses, colored contacts, and bad ensembles. at least the boys seem pretty stylish (in comparison) i suppose, but the poor silly girls all look like bad madonna wannabees circa 1986. and everywhere everywhere are advertisements and billboards and brochures and catalogs but all you see are cameron-diaz and gemma-ward or worse just bland blonde B models in every single photograph. oh and of course all of the dozens of thousands of stores are all gucci and prada and louis (oh my) and stupid idiot marc-jacobs. which might be okay, except that in tokyo (unlike seoul) all the clothes inside the stores are all exactly the same ugly shit you find in newyork. instead of a cooler more specialized eastern aesthetic-- which all those design house whores are more than happy to supply (as long as you request it. and are willing to plunk down the $150,000.00 PER SEASON minimum per order). oh hey by the way, if you were from halfway around the world and you asked a newyork native where to go to find better cutting-edge shopping, wouldn't you be just a little bit pissed if they sent your clueless ass to fucking st.marks place? what the hells ?? anyways i guess my point is: in tokyo they emulate superficial pasty round eyed mutherfukkers so much it's utterly ridiculous; in seoul they emulate western culture too but only in so much as it nicely integrates with korean culture.
well NewYorkBar is much smaller in real life than on film and it isn't nearly as pretty either. plus they charge a ¥2,000 cover per person EVEN IF YOU'RE A GUEST OF THE HOTEL (lame lame oh soooo LAME). whatever-- call me a cheap stingy fuck if you like, but i swear for the amount you pay for a goddamned room at theParkHyatt, i think an extra ¥2,000 per person just to sit and have a drink is a total slap across your dumb sucker face. (ah. so. now i realize why it's called NewYorkBar) OH but i should add ohmylord the room is fabulous!
• september 9, 2007. "lost in translation" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 2007. 5:49PM (SEOUL, KOREA TIME) well so far seoul has been pretty neat even though it took me two full days to really get over the jetlag. it's actually a lot cooler than i thought, everybody is really nice which i seriously wasn't expecting at all (mostly because i lived with three korean girls for two years in college and two of my bestest friends in the world are korean and all of those ladies are absolute bitches). anyhoo. ohmylord i am completely dumbfounded the level of service here it's unbelievable. unfortunately i can't name the hotel i am staying at (it's really great though!) because koreans are evidently insane google freaks and so if i mention the hotel, then the nice peoples who put us up in this place will most likely see it (especially considering how famous my bloggettyblog is here in korea hee heee) and somehow i don't think me yapping all about everything would fly all that well. but yah the service is INCREDIBLE. i probably notice it much more though, because the day before i left nyc i happened to have drinks up at theMandarinOriental@theTWC and geezus christ. uhh correct me if i'm wrong but isn't theMandarin supposed to be like a five star or some shit? holy cow i can't even begin to express how fucking attatoody every single mutherfukker (except my homeboy of course, whom i went to visit) working there was. what in the hells is their problem up there in the fucking mall? oh wait never mind, i know. i commented to homeboy "dude your peeps up here are so wack" and he replied "they're not exactly my peeps. and that's the Union for ya!" so so sad. anyways my point was: the Korean Orientals are making the Mandarin Orientals look like spoiled overpaid union bumblefucks.
seoul has this really funky underground walkway system too (lined all up and down with tiny little shops) which means you can go from place to place to place and never get wet in the rain. i would know-- i just went from my hotel to the next hotel and over to the big shopping center and i didn't need an umbrella even though it's pouring outside. oh and the shopping! holy cow. the one weird thing in seoul though is that there are about 10,000 restaurants on every single block but they all serve the same fucking shit. don't get me wrong now, i looooves me some bibimbop and kimchee but geezus christ. here they have a dozen korean restaurants all next door to each other. oh hah haa that reminds me. i got invited out to dinner the other night to the "best barbecue place in seoul" (ahaha can't name it though, sorry!) and alls i can say is ummm yeeAAH. and i'm not just saying that cuz the place was an HOUR away (no joke) the car went past 6,000 other barbecue joints getting there. i mean it was yummy and all, but if THAT's the best restaurant in seoul then i don't quite know how to break it to them that must mean the best korean place in the WORLD is in fucking new york city. just pulling any random spot in my head without thinking (hmm uhh WooLaeOk?) blows this poor BBQ seoul joint away. the other funny thing is that koreans are really REALLY into shoe repair. seriously. there's a shoe repair kiosk on like every street corner no exaggeration. and they're all FILLED with shoes (mostly men's though. funny) waiting to be shined and repaired. they even shoe-repair flipflops, that is not a joke. eehee i even took a photo of all the flipflops lined up in front of this little kiosk it was so fascinating to me. there's a lot of octopusses here too, they're EVERYWHERE.
• september 6, 2007. "seoul got soul" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 2007. 4:12PM (SEOUL, KOREA TIME) now that have a minute i want to tell all about the funny business lunch yesterday, before it totally flies out of my head. okay is it me or does this sound like some crazy bizarro cosmic other plane past life twilight zone freakishness or what. check it: so i go to this business lunch meeting with a bunch of serious suited korean dudes. mind you now, the only reason i was invited to this korean businessman lunch meeting is because i used to work for juan-jorge . this is why last minute they insissssted i join them (even though i have absolutely zero reason to be in seoul,korea-- basically i'm just a stowaway in a steamer trunk). okay sothen one of the serious koreans (the only one who speaks comprehensible english) starts recounting to me all about how... [sorry! the rest of this entry appears only in PX This Too -- coming soon. ish] • september 5, 2007. "business lunch with the koreans" • COMMENT on this entry (registration required)
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 2007 2:45AM (SEOUL, KOREA TIME) so summer's over. geezus i know i have a lot of catching up to do. i didn't realize at all how much time this Forum thingie i launched was going to eat up. it kind of took off all on its own in this really freaky wayward direction and now it's as though i'm taking care of some hyper little shihtzu all day long. y'know-- one that's like totally adorable and cuddly and scrunchy and stuff, but yaps its head off incessantly whenever it gets excited and pisses all over the fucking house.
oh! yah oh i guess that's another reason i've been neglectful too-- maybe without any "ending" in sight, the diary thingie just took a total back seat. or more like even a whole other different car or something. but! now i guess the "ending" is in sight. and it's funny cuz it's pretty much the very same "ending" i kind of have been waiting for.
oh!! mygawd. YOU HAVE NO IDEA well. it was really so so totally wackadoo cuz on like the SECOND DAY this Forum thing was up and running, i suddenly get this new self-registered "member" named "Brook" who logged online and just started commenting-- she starts bitching about Mogul (MY Mogul!) and how she "used to work for" him and that she "can't wait to see him fail." and she was really mean too she called him nasty ugly names which was so totally completely uncalled for. and so OF COURSE immediately i get all riled up (but kinda a little inwardly thrilled too-- how this totally major industry "issue" just like boom landed right smack in my frikkin lap ahahahaa) and i go ahead and tell that creepy bitch off. and so i smacked that Freak down (ahahaa old school mackdaddy-affleck style) with one fell swoop i made that dumb rabid cunt look straight up stupid. wouldn't you know like a couple days later i would be informed the i.p. address of that particular commenter is from the very same bank as where Mogul's former chef's girlfriend works. ANYWAYS so now THIS particuiar website (it's called eateroofucker.com or something like that) then jumps ALL OVER MY SHIT i am not even kidding this is not a joke at all.
oh ahahah hah ahaha hahaaha so then GET THIS like the NEXT DAY, a grasshopper-- yah you heard right i said a goddamned mutherfukking GRASSHOPPER-- (fully formed and practically still alive an'shit) ends up INSIDE a luncheon sandwich wrap (all smiley and posing for the cameras-- no joke with Lighting, Makeup, Hair and the whole fucking bit) that just HAPPENS to be sold -- guess where!-- from one of Mogul's multitudinous mogully joints. and just WHERE does this fabulous beautiful masterpiece of a Demarchelier grasshopper end up, you ask? why, in the e-mail inbox of eateroofucker.com of course!! sent to them ANONYMOUSLY no less.
ha ha ha ahahah ahaa you think i can make this shit up? i can't.
OH. so that reminds me! yah so here i am... minding my own business (literally, i mean)... taking care of this pissy little shihtzu... and suddenly again TOTALLY OUT OF NOWHERES some other "food blog scandal" pops up. and it's this new bloggettyblogger named Sympathy For the Restaurant Industry ("S4RI" for short) and apparently what they do is tell stories about silly F&Bers but instead of giving it all up straight in yer face like i do, they add flowery adjectives and descriptive settings and high falutin made up names for all the "characters" getting all thinly veiled roman à clef up in yer ass. now. just take a GUESS who suddenly gets the heat on this one too. and like, look don't get me wrong it's not as if i mind or anything. cuz the "new foodblog scandal" thingie is actually pretty decent. and funny. and engaging. and pretty enthralling. evidently but then! fucking gawker.com jumps all over my friggin waterlogged ass. no seriously i am not even kidding. i was so livid reading all this shit about how i'm "napoleonic" and "batshit crazy" and filled with "vitriol and petty anger" how it's merely MY "PERCEPTION" that the restaurant industry is filled with "perfidious backstabbing" (as though johnny-g ISN'T dealing with a fucking class action lawsuit for allegedly STEALING TIPS FROM HIS EMPLOYEES this very fucking minute as we speak, right?) i swear to gawd i was so ready to ride my badassed ninja straight into that crosby street office and slap that stupid josh-stein ignorasshole straight across his mutherfukking face. but did i? nooooo of course i didn't. the thing that gets me SO MAD is that RIGHT at the very same moment all this bullshit is happening, this uhh pretty powerful umm executive type person is googling my name and WHAT do you think is the first thing that pops up? "Abbe Diaz is Batshit Crazy." and do you think gawker.com BOTHERED to acknowledge my totally awesome brilliant response and amend their "item" on me? no of course they didn't THOSE COCKSUCKING MUTHERFUKKERS. you don't even know. i am so tempted to e-write "Joshua David Stein is a Syphilitic Wife Beater with Pedophilic Tendencies and a Laughably Tiny Little Penis" and post that shit all over the interwebs and then hire one of those scammy companies with all the indians in the cubicles who do nothing but click on links all day trying to raise hit counts so it climbs to the top of the google lists. but i won't.
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