that I was giving my mom notes on the chickpeas she cooked (it’s for a big family dinner on Saturday) and I screamed, “IT NEEDS SOME MORE SPICE!” and she said, “OH IS IT BLAND?” and I said, “NO IT’S NOT REALLY BLAND. IT’S KIND OF GOOD, BUT IT NEEDS JUST A LITTLE MORE SPICE, MAYBE SOME BLACK PEPPER?” and she said, “OKAY I’LL USE THAT SPICE MIX YOUR GRANDMOTHER MADE BEFORE SHE LEFT” and I said, “OH THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA” and then she came over with a plate of new chickpeas and you guys, it tastes INCREDIBLE.
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that now I’m in my family home and my mother fixed me a late lunch of French Toast with chili sauce and Indian coffee.
The Moonshot launch was a success; the performers, the Housing Works staff, and JD Scott kept things humming—and once again, the pacing was so excellent that there was time left over to (1) mingle and (2) buy the magazine. In fact, most copies on hand nearly sold out—which is wonderful, as all profits from sold copies last night went directly to Housing Works.
But the physical product got me thinking about the digital product. I don’t really do a lot of blathering about what I do w/r/t online programming for Moonshot but I’ve been talking to a lot of people about the magazine and my stake in it lately and I will say it’s a pretty little book. One of our readers from the launch party at Housing Works last night, Victoria Redel, prefaced the poems she read with a bit about how she loves that there are still literary magazines being made with such love. And while I’m pretty much on the express train to YAY DIGITAL, it does hearten me to see something you can leaf through and consume different kinds of culture.
The online programming piece is a strange little thing because it has to synthesize what’s happening in the book with what’s happening in the digital ether. It has to do this without giving in to the natural impulse to acquiesce to what’s crackling in search or social. You’re creating culture within culture.
I mean, it’s a boon that the age of short-form is getting disrupted by a culture that wants something a little more sustainable. People are done with shake-and-bake; they want real fried chicken now.
This is all to say that I want more content and if you’re reading this, I want pitches (short stories, serials, essays, poetry, mixed media work, sequential art, video art, etc!) from you for the website. Make it funny, horrific, dramatic, whatever; but make. it. count.
Lay it on me: rohin at moonshotmagazine.org.
Lakshmi Chaudhry gets why when American critics try to digest Bollywood, they miss the mark by a wide margin.
Kylie vs. Rihanna, “Umbrella I See”
So a thing I adore about New York City is that you could be having one of those weeks—and as denizens of this city, we will all have these weeks—where people in our lives who we respect and hold close to our hearts will execute a series of bone-headed decisions and it will just lead to you being bummed out and they will fail to adequately make up for their bone-headedness, which will lead you to swig fancy cocktails with those friends of yours who haven’t pushed you to that threshold of bummed-out-ness and lament, “People are the worst!”
Then on a train headed downtown the next morning—this morning for me!—you can run into an old friend who knew you in a previous life that now seems so far away (let’s say college.) You two will make quick small talk—he has to get off at 14th Street; you’re continuing down to Canal—and he’ll see that because you’ve decided to drink hot coffee, indifferent to the sudden onset of New York City humidity, you’re madly perspiring. He’ll get out a handkerchief and just hand it off to you. No judgments. “Keep it,” he’ll say.
I think most of us think of it as a statistical probability or a happy accident of fate, but I think that when we run into these old friends—who we haven’t seen in months at times—it’s because they’re supposed to remind us about something about ourselves that we’re not paying attention to.
via whatevs:
this is my new favorite video
Hercules reads his script entirely wrong
(reads the word disappointed, when he was supposed to sound disappointed)HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Henceforth it shall be my battle cry.
DISAPPOINTED!
Wasn’t he on Don’t Trust the B in Apt. 23 the other day? (Not that I watch it.) (Okay, I do.) (Sometimes.) (Well, all the time.) (But not right away.) (Maybe a few hours after it airs.) (I’ll stop with the parentheticals.)
to march down South 1st Street while listening to that new Nadia Oh jam. It is optimal for headbanging! Hipsters beware.



