The Urban Naturalist

Alternate Past

2010-12-14T09:40:00.000-08:00

Computers and old photos have never been so mutually beneficial.

DR

Russian Color

2010-11-20T12:30:00.000-08:00

Rare, beautiful color photographs from turn of the century Russia. link.

DR

Wild Game Dinner

2010-11-19T11:54:00.000-08:00

Craving the game? Last night was the famous Wild Game Dinner at Daniel. At only $1000 per person, it's no surprise the entire Urban Naturalist writing staff was in attendance. In fact, Breeze Livingston himself was asked to give the toast and brought the few hundred guests to tears with a sweeping retelling of his famous 'accidentally hitting a deer and then tracking it through the woods and mercifully killing it' story.

KJ

Panda Bear: Cold Sounds

2010-11-11T10:35:00.000-08:00

Panda Bear has been approaching the release of his second album Tomboy by issuing two song singles every few months on different record labels. The second single, "You Can Count on Me" is a slow burning, dub-surf-soul groover. Panda Bear has pushed back the release of the full album, but the search and discovery of these great new tracks has my interest peaked, and I'm looking forward to the musical scavenger hunt during the winter months.

Panda Bear - You Can Count on Me

DR

Keep It Cool Halloween

2010-10-28T09:04:00.001-07:00

Bruce Campbell. Keeping it horror cool.

BEL

Keep It Cool Part 4

2010-10-25T13:53:00.001-07:00

Joe Strummer

DR

Keep It Cool Part 3

2010-10-23T09:57:00.001-07:00

John Candy and Bill Murray.

BEL

Keep It Cool Part 2

2010-10-21T11:25:00.000-07:00

David Lynch

DR

Keep it Cool Part 1

2010-10-18T18:19:00.000-07:00

Dando and Depp. Keeping it cool.

KJ

Cincinnati Chili

2010-10-11T15:33:00.000-07:00

Being from Cincinnati, you develop a unique taste for "Cincinnati Chili." Now that I'm away from the Queen City, I get cravings for my old local comfort food. Recently I found a recipe original published in the Cincinnati Enquirer in the early 70s. Rumor is, this is the official Skyline Chili Recipe. I just found a treasure chest full of gold. We'll see.

Ingredients

* 2 pounds lean ground beef
* 1 quart water, or amount to cover
* 2 onions, finely chopped
* 1 (15 ounce) can tomato sauce
* 2 tablespoons vinegar
* 2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce
* 4 cloves garlic, minced
* 1/2 (1 ounce) square unsweetened chocolate
* 1/4 cup chili powder
* 1 1/2 teaspoons salt
* 1 teaspoon ground cumin
* 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
* 1/2 teaspoon ground cayenne pepper
* 5 whole cloves
* 5 whole allspice berries
* 1 bay leaf

Directions

1. Place the ground beef in a large pan, cover with about 1 quart of cold water, and bring to a boil, stirring and breaking up the beef with a fork to a fine texture. Slowly boil until the meat is thoroughly cooked, about 30 minutes, then remove from heat and refrigerate in the pan overnight.

2. The next day, skim the solid fat from the top of the pan, and discard the fat. Place the beef mixture over medium heat, and stir in the onions, tomato sauce, vinegar, Worcestershire sauce, garlic, chocolate, chili powder, salt, cumin, cinnamon, cayenne pepper, cloves, allspice berries, and bay leaf. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to a simmer, and cook, stirring occasionally, for 3 hours. Add water if necessary to prevent the chili from burning.

Metal Monday - Tad

2010-10-04T10:44:00.000-07:00

Some music analysts say grunge was the natural result of too much rain, not enough sleep, lots of coffee during the day, and beer all night. I can't argue with that. But in the particular case of Tad, it doesn't hurt to throw in a classically trained musician on a mission to write some of the loudest, dumbest, and ,ultimately, sonically satisfying songs from the early grunge era.

Tad - Helot

KJ

Back from Vermont

2010-09-27T15:04:00.000-07:00

Super Harvest Moon

2010-09-23T09:54:00.000-07:00

It only happens once every 19 years. The Super Harvest Moon hung over New York City last night. Neil Young fans rejoiced. Pagans ritualled.

Here's what those kooks at NASA had to say:

For the first time in almost 20 years, northern autumn is beginning on the night of a full Moon. The coincidence sets the stage for a 'Super Harvest Moon' and a must-see sky show to mark the change of seasons. The action begins at sunset on Sept 22nd, the last day of northern summer. As the sun sinks in the west, bringing the season to a close, the full Harvest Moon will rise in the east, heralding the start of fall. The two sources of light will mix together to create a kind of 360-degree, summer-autumn twilight glow that is only seen on rare occasions.

photos by New Yorkers on Flickr

Moving some Earth

2010-09-20T14:57:00.000-07:00

I've been listening to a lot of Earth's The Bees Made Honey in the Lion's Skull, a record made for the changing season. Talk about a band that has transitioned. Earth went from creating a genre in the early nineteen nineties (sludge-metal), to a band that disappeared (that happens when you are responsible for buying Kurt Cobain the gun that he killed himself with), to a band that has reemerged, transformed. It's beautiful, haunting, and damn near perfect for a slow, coffee-filled, fall daydream.

Earth - Omens And Portents II: Carrion Crow

DR

The Triple Decker Record

2010-09-15T06:57:00.000-07:00

New from the Willy Wonka of records, Jack White and his amazing Triple Decker record. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Wonka room.

DR

Who Dey

2010-09-12T09:57:00.000-07:00

We all have our teams. Some are better than others. But it's important to keep them close by. Even when you find yourself so far away.

DR

A Sleep in Brooklyn

2010-09-09T09:52:00.001-07:00

Last night Sleep destroyed the eardrums and minds of those lucky enough to get into their sold out show at Brooklyn's Masonic Temple. They played everything they've ever written. They played an Ozzy cover. They played (parts) of the hour and half long song Dopesmoker. The entire show was complimented by visuals of space exploration, arctic ice caps, and pot farms. It was an amazing night of heavy music. It was an amazing musical soundtrack to the start to the fall.

KJ

Thinking of the Fall

2010-09-07T09:06:00.000-07:00

Gone Fly Fishing

2010-08-19T11:33:00.000-07:00

If you've been paying any attention at all, you've noticed that The Urban Naturalist has been an absentee author for the entirety of the summer.

Here is the formal announcement that while the website will be back in full in celebration of leaf changing, sweater wearing, and football watching, The Urban Naturalist has gone (fly) fishing for the remainder of the summer.

Enjoy the last month or so of beach weather, adventurers. And remember, if you're going to keep on rocking, there's only one way to the top.

KJ

Come on Up to the House

2010-07-07T22:13:00.000-07:00

Tom Waits. Come on Up to the House.

"You're singing lead soprano in a junkman's choir."

DR

Dinner with the Band: MCD

2010-06-30T17:06:00.000-07:00

I can't explain how thrilled it is to have my favorite band from the beginning of this century back to bookend an interesting decade. I was lucky enough to see the Murder City Devils on there final tour, many great years ago. And lucky a second time to catch them a few months ago in Philadelphia. Here's a great band performing a spooky slow number on Dinner with the Band from IFC.

KJ

Back from Iceland

2010-06-28T10:31:00.000-07:00

Runes, Viking Beer, Glaciers, and Volcanic Ash.

A truly surreal experience has ended and left me with that 'end of summer camp' bummer. But, as they say, idle hands do the devils work so another trip will planned soon. Whether it be to the Bronx Zoo or Thailand, something must shake off this Icelandic mindset and post trip depression.

DR

Iceland

2010-06-03T11:53:00.000-07:00

Leaving for Iceland tomorrow. I'll be watching out for volcanos, rotten shark meat, and hidden people.

DR

Beach Day

2010-05-29T23:11:00.000-07:00

Time for a day on the long beach. Just a short thirty minutes via Long Island Railroad from my apartment, Long Beach has become my favorite close and convenient beach from the city. On the train before noon. Burgers at 5 Guys Burgers before 1pm. Searching for sea glass before 2pm.

BEL

All my friends are invited...

2010-05-28T18:12:00.000-07:00

From my boy over at New Animals. A dream house. All my friends are invite to stay forever. There's room for everyone, and you can bring a plus one. I'm reserving the piano from 8-9pm nightly. You can read Gus Twintig's new mystery novel while I tickle the ivories.

KJ

Sunday Afternoon Imbiber: Sleuth Edition

2010-05-09T13:52:00.000-07:00

Where's the Braggot? What is Braggot? Why do I want to drink Braggot? I'm in more of an asking questions mode today. Not so much an answering questions mood. I'll let Beer Advocate handle the second one. I'll let my imagination consider the third one. And I'll leave the first one up to you. Keep your eyes peeled and send me any Braggot sightings. It's seasonal, so the clock is ticking.

Above Widmer Prickly Pear Braggot

DR

Only twice a year: Fantastic Man Day

2010-05-04T11:02:00.000-07:00

One of the better days of year is when a new copy of Fantastic Man arrives at my doorstep. While it only makes it's journey from old Europe to my New World apartment twice annually, it's always met with a high level of excitement. The quality of the magazine's design, paper quality, photographs, and articles go unmatched. And it's outlandish men's fashion predictions are, in my book, worth any price.

KJ

Soundcheck: Gonjasufi

2010-05-02T08:44:00.001-07:00

Gondjasufi "Kowboyz & Indians"

Photo from Dazed.

Kentucky Derby Day

2010-05-01T10:37:00.000-07:00

It's one of the grandest days in sports. Kentucky Derby Day. Just the right occasion for a return to Urban Naturalizing. Apologies for the lack of updates, comrades. Fulled by Mint Juleps and a pocket full of winning Off-Track-Betting tickets, the Urban Naturalist is feeling optimistic today about life, living, and posting with more frequency.

The Mint Julep

Muddle fresh mint with granulated sugar to taste.

Combine crushed ice, bourbon whiskey, lemon juice, and a splash of club soda.

Serve in a traditional silver or pewter cup.

Garnish with fresh mint sprigs.

RJ

Devil's Path

2010-04-17T04:01:00.000-07:00

A Weekend on Devil's Path.

BEL

A Gentlemen's Sport: No Mas

2010-04-13T11:25:00.000-07:00

I've been on a serious boxing and MMA kick. Don't know what it is exactly, and truly I understand the whole brutality thing, but it's just been ringing my bell as of late. Complimenting this latest obsession are the guys behind apparel, artwork, and video company, No Mas. In fact, I'm slowly putting together a massive shopping cart of No Mas creations. Their cool summer apparel pulls from numerous sports, but they have some boxing and specifically Ali inspired shirts that are just incredible. Now if they would only help with my 'in-ring' skills, that would be something really special.

Also, checkout their excellent boxing and MMA blog, The Rumble.

BEL

Maps: Jason LaFerrera

2010-04-11T18:01:00.000-07:00

Jason LaFerrera makes collages out of trail maps. Perfect use after the feeling of conquering some tough terrain. Let the eagle spirit fly, Jason.

KJ

The Beautiful Game Finally Arrives

2010-03-28T11:28:00.000-07:00

I've fought supporting this team for awhile. I mean NY/NJ has had a soccer team around since 1996 and I've followed them from afar since moving to this wonderful city. But the NY team carries some corporate baggage with them. I mean, I don't even enjoy that stuff, let alone want it plastered all over my team.

Well the last two Saturdays I've spent in New York's brand new soccer specific stadium have changed all that. Cheap tickets. Good beer. A beautiful pitch. Some great soccer. And... I got there on the PATH train. I'm a fan of the game, and now, with just a touch of regret, I'm a fan of this team.

BEL

LL Bean's John Hancock

2010-03-26T15:39:00.000-07:00

Companies like Lands' End, LL Bean, and Eddie Bauer are starting to appreciate all of their old vintage styles and realizing that there is a market for the old stuff. It seems that each has started a "throwback" line focused on original styles and well fitting utility clothing. Instead of overpaying for an outdoor, classic style, why not get to the source? These companies are the inspiration for so much of The Urban Naturalist style. The neat thing is... they're starting to figure it out.

L.L. Bean Signature

KJ

Sunday Afternoon Imbiber: Myer's Rum

2010-03-21T10:57:00.000-07:00

A guest Urban Naturalist post from world traveler, adventure, and fashionisto, Marshmont St. Helens.

Myer's Rum

I wish I was a longshoreman.

Working on the docks in the middle of January, every portion of my body covered in at least 4 layers or thermal underwear, heavy wools, cottons, and the like, lifting, shoving, and pulling the days load of whatever comes my way. working the same dock for forty years, wearing the same tattered Pea Coat for all of them, growing facial hair as only dock workers can, I would live a simple life. I would wake before the sun, I would work chain smoking a filterless pack a day, and walk home after the moon was high. Every few weeks, on a Friday night, I would walk with my fellow men to the bar where no one else in town would dare to go. There, i would sit, reflect on the day, and sip Myer's Dark Rum. Straight.

nose: exotic fruit, honey.
mouth: toffee, nut, oak.
rating: 7.5

The Coffee Gods

2010-03-13T09:15:00.000-08:00

Man, I love coffee. Salivate for it. Look forward to it. I know this doesn't make me unique. I mean caffeine is common place in almost all cultures, lovingly embraced and addicted in the United States through our endless need for coffee.

This week the New York Times wrote up a little piece about a revolution in the quality of coffee now available in the city. Something about us NYers finally taking our coffee seriously. At the end of the article, they leave us with a wonderful little (30) guide to the best coffeehouses in the city, and I'm giving some serious consideration to nerding it up and checking out each of these coffeehouses over the course of the next year. Hell, if the espresso's as good as the Times makes it out to be, I'll have enough energy to even post some thoughts here.

First up, this week, Abraco (pictured above). At the top of everyone's lists of coffee in the city. I can't wait.

KJ

Soundcheck: The Gun Club

2010-03-10T21:40:00.000-08:00

Sometimes you get lucky. You've been listening to music for years. Consider yourself pretty educated on the subject. You've heard everything. Everywhere. Then, all of a sudden, a band just slaps you right in the face. A few times. The first slap is purely musical. You can't believe you haven't heard, or even heard of, this band before. The second slap is that seemingly everyone else has heard of them. And that they have a crazy and crazy talented lead singer, and a great rock n roll story, and you're shaking because this is like you've suddenly learned a new language.

It happened to me a few weeks ago with Gun Club. And I've been preaching the good word ever since. It took three listens to "Carry Home." That cool off key start. Then the voice comes out. And this is just the beginning. Gun Club has a whole world there for you.

Gun Club "Carry Home"

BEL

American Fashion: The Racer

2010-03-08T16:00:00.000-08:00

Writing about cars and racing the last week, I came across some amazing images. Here are a few that have been floating around my mind. Can an Urban Naturalist find a way to incorporate racer fashion and style into the city dweller's wardrobe for the spring? There's something pretty 'Steve McQueen' about those sharp white jackets from a lost, and since commercialized, era of racing. I know these images are surely European men in a European loved and dominate sport, but surely an American twist can be found to integrate such cool F1 racing culture onto the streets of the US city.

DR

The Racer: The Joys of F1

2010-03-06T09:49:00.000-08:00

A guest Urban Naturalist post from world traveler, adventure, and fashionisto, Marshmont St. Helens.

Ernest Hemingway, perhaps the ideal example of an urban naturalist, once said, "auto racing, bull fighting, and mountain climbing are the only real sports. All others are games". Now I have never watched a man climb a mountain, nor have I seen one fight a bull. What I have seen is a man in a carbon fiber rocket ship with a V8 engine that has almost 800 horsepower turning corners that today's SUVs couldn't handle. This, my friends, is Formula 1.

I love Formula 1. There are a few reasons: the history, the culture - but mostly, the race. In my humble opinion, I would disagree with Mr. Hemingway. To me, race is the definition of sport. And Formula 1 is the definition of race. These cars are hitting 220 mph in a straight, then slowing to 20 mph for a hairpin. They don't race on circle tracks, these are street designed tracks to maximize passing and racing difficulty - the way it should be. In a few cases, the drivers are racing on actual streets - see the Grand Prix of Monaco. This combination translates into a Formula 1 race being a meeting of the best of the best drivers from around the world.

This year brings a treat to race fans - Michael Schumacher returns to racing (ahem, dominating) Formula 1 after a four year absence. His credentials (again, see domination) of Formula 1 has spanned seven world championships and 154 podiums. This year, though, will be the first time Mr. Schumacher will not be racing for his beloved Ferrari - but rather, their rival: Mercedes GP.

Check your local listings. Only some races are broadcast, and if they are, they are in local race time. Sadly, there is only one race on our side of the ocean, so this usually means 4AM-ish. Sometimes, Speed TV is kind enough to replay the race. So, if you get a chance, check out a race. To say the least, this will be an interesting year.

Cars and Beatles

2010-03-04T09:48:00.000-08:00

"Ringo purchased two minis, a Land Rover, and a Facel Vega, which, he bragged to the press, he could afford to buy but not spell. George Harrison drove an E Jaguar, then a white Maserati, like James Bond. He grew tired of the Maserati when it only had 4,000 miles on it and gave it back to Terry Doran to put up for sale. John finally passed his driver's test and bought, on a lark, a green Ferrari and a Mini Minor, which stood in the garage at Kenwood next to his Rolls. The Ferrari was returned to Brydor with only 1,000 miles on it. Neil Aspinall, as a Christmas gift from the boys, was given a gray 2.4 Jaguar."

From Peter Brown's The Love You Make

BEL

Digest: The Redhead

2010-03-01T14:45:00.000-08:00

I'm kind of a neighborhood restaurant kind of guy. And being a Queens man these days, my neighborhood is full of unique and inexpensive dining opportunities. So that being said, it takes something special to get me out in Manhattan. That might sound odd for a New York to say, but it's true here. Well tonight I'm investigating a hot spot in the East Village, and I'm hoping for something special. The Redhead has been on my radar for some time now, and why wouldn't it be. Here's a sample of the menu...

Braised Pork Belly housemade sauerkraut, kumquat
French Onion Soup braised short rib, cheese crouton
Buffalo-Style Sweetbreads crispy slaw, blue cheese
Low Country Shrimp anson mills antebellum grits, andouille sausage
Buttermilk Fried Chicken cornbread, spinach & apple salad, pecans
Pan Seared Scallops mussel chowder & wild rice, bacon, oyster crackers

Now that makes this Urban Naturalist's mouth water. With an ice cold beer on my table too, I might just spend a few days with this redhead.

The Redhead
349 East 13th Street
New York, NY 10003
(212) 533-6212

KJ

Soundcheck: Brian Eno

2010-02-27T12:04:00.000-08:00

Emotional ambient from seventies Brian Eno. Considering the time, this stuff is just incredible. The whole album. In fact, even right now, today, it sounds fresh and cool. Eno was criticized for his rather abrupt departure from his previously more 'rock and roll' sound. It's a reminder of how progress can come in sudden and rapid jumps, rather than slow progressions, in thought and production. A lesson for us all.

Brian Eno "The Big Ship"

BEL

Sunday Afternoon Imbiber: Coffee Grog

2010-02-21T19:26:00.000-08:00

Coffee Grog

1 ounce dark rum
1/2 ounce brandy, scotch, or bourbon
2 lumps raw sugar
1 slice lemon
4 ounces coffee

Glass Type: Mug

Directions: In a small saucepan, mix together, then heat until simmering and serve immediately.

"When leaves turn sere and wither on the branch and chill-taloned Canadian winds slice into all our carelessly guarded nooks and crannies, we can't feel a damned thing. We've taken the precaution, you see, of upholstering our vitals with a thick layer of Café Grog. There are times when nothing else will serve. Whenever the Fahrenheit's looking at twenty from the south side, it's time. Whenever tiny old ladies venture outside only at the risk of becoming thickly bundled tumbleweeds, it's time. And whenever we've got a chalet full of nice folks who are showing every intention of shirking their solemn obligation to get out on the slopes and out of our hair for a while, for God's sake, it's definitely time. Café Grog, although obscure in origin (the combination of coffee and rum suggests it is North American, if that helps), is nonetheless simple, tasty, and not unlike a speedball in its effect, especially if you've got a really good espresso machine." The Wondrich Take

via Esquire

DR

Zlata's Venison Feast

2010-02-20T09:58:00.000-08:00

Venison Fest 2010
ZLATA PRAHA RESTAURANT
28-48 31st STREET
ASTORIA, NY 11102
Phone: (718) 721-6422

BEL

Liars: 'Scissor'

2010-02-18T22:17:00.000-08:00

A very cool video in anticipation of Liars new album Sisterworld. A very weird and wonderful ending.

KJ

Soundcheck: Real Estate "Snow Days"

2010-02-15T12:24:00.001-08:00

Real Estate's tribute to February snow down by the Jersey Shore is just what's needed to kick off the week. Looking out my apartment window I still see snow, but a bright warming sun fills the apartment with optimism. I think I'll listen to it again. And them maybe just one more time. Then a long pondering walk in this wonderful weather, when the city seems limboed between winter and spring.

Real Estate "Snow Days"

BEL

Sunday Afternoon Imbiber: Gin and Ginger

2010-02-14T09:31:00.001-08:00

A guest Urban Naturalist post from world traveler, adventure, and fashionisto, Marshmont St. Helens.

Tanqueray London Dry Gin

Not everyone likes gin. I understand this. For me, however, a mixed gin can be as delightful as… well, anything. Today, let us take a look at Tanqueray. now, try to overlook the stigma that this British dry upholds. While the brand wants you to be sipping your Tanqueray and tonic with a black half-unbuttoned shirt under your matching black sport jacket in the swankiest club in the city, it really can be so much better. Step into your local speak-easy and order yourself a Tanqueray with ginger ale from that bartender who's been serving there longer then you've been alive. Oh, he'll have it. It's the number one imported gin in the US. Cheers him as you enjoy a dry mix of juniper, coriander, and angelica root. See? It mixes well. Have another. The stigma begins to wear off. you have a mind of your own. Have one more. But maybe not one after that. It's 94.6 proof.

Seagulls and Snow on Brighton Beach

2010-02-11T10:27:00.000-08:00

(via malcolm816)

DR

Winter City Survival: Duck Boots

2010-02-10T12:06:00.000-08:00

A few years back I picked up a pair of duck boots at Cabela's on my way to Michigan for a fishing trip. At the time, I didn't realize these boots would get more use in New York City than I they ever did in Michigan. The duck boot has become a huge asset for urban survival. They're perfect for the rainier months and particular valuable during these blanketing snowstorms. All that utility and did I mention they're a good looking shoe too. Utility plus fashion. I'm sold.

KJ

Charlie Don't Surf when it snows.

2010-02-09T10:48:00.000-08:00

Hidden deep within the triple album, prog-punk monster known as Sandinista, sits my favorite Clash song of the moment. "Charlie Don't Surf" is the perfect snow anticipation soundtrack. It's creepy yet swings. It's just such a cool track. And personally it's always improved my mood and reminded me of the Clash's greatness.

The Clash "Charlie Don't Surf"

BEL

Sunday Afternoon Imbiber: Dale's Pale Ale

2010-02-07T11:11:00.000-08:00

It's Super Bowl Sunday. Let's go Saints! But more importantly, let's go food. And let's go beer. I recently read an article arguing the merits of canned beer, and that the can's poor reputation as a sign of poor quality is undeserved. Dale's Pale Ale was the first micro-brew exclusively distributed in cans. You see the guys at Dale's argue that the can acts as a mini keg, perfectly housing the beer, and not allowing any damaging light. I tried some with a friend last week and was hooked. Take this Urban Naturalist recommendation seriously football fans. This beer is excellent. Enjoy the game.

BA

Gifted: Prohibition and Commonsense

2010-02-06T11:08:00.001-08:00

A wonderful friend unexpectedly found a rare bookstore closing for good near Union Square. She picked this first edition prohibition book from their stacks and stacks of treasures and was wonderful enough to give it to me as an unexpected gift. It's a collection of prohibition era articles and editorials stating the prohibitionists' case. I'm looking forward to a great, and rare, read. Remember, we have to know the enemies point-of-view in order to drunkenly disagree.

BEL

Samuel Smith's Organic Cider

2010-02-04T16:50:00.000-08:00

Samuel Smith's Organic Cider (1 PT bottle, 5.0% alc/vol.)

From the back label:
A medium dry cider with brilliant straw colour, light body, clean apple flavour and a gentle apple blossom finish. Serving suggestions: Cream soups; salad with vinaigrette dressing; a classic companion to pork dishes; wonderful to clean the palate after spicy food yet subtle enough to pair with delicate flavours. Best served at about 7 degrees C.

Personally, I just haven't been in the mood for beer lately. This caught my eye at a local bodega. I'm glad it did. It's a very tasty cider. The biggest concern I have about ciders is sweetness. Samuel Smith's is not sweet. And that's just what I'm looking for. A great cold weather sipper. And the spicy food recommendation is dead on.

KJ

Gifted: James Dickey

2010-02-03T16:08:00.001-08:00

A close friend gave me a copy of James Dickey's novel Deliverance this week. That friend, myself, and another friend spent a three day weekend on the Appalachian Trail a few years back. Man in nature and the physical and mental struggles are a central them to Dickey's novel. We did not, luckily, have a similar physical experience.

DR

(image of Dickey in his writing cave)

That Sweet Voice Box, Van

2010-02-01T12:09:00.000-08:00

Just the perfect soundtrack for my early afternoon. A little known Van Morrison tune from the much loved, in retrospect, Astral Weeks. Van would never make a record like this again, sighting it as sentimental hippie bull. Which a lot of it is. But with the last number on the record, Morrison delivers a beautiful, haunting criticism of a former lover and her unfortunate choices. Mainly, leaving Van Morrison. Beautiful and snide.

Van Morrison "Slim Slow Slider"

BA

Birthday Shave

2010-01-30T10:40:00.000-08:00

This afternoon my father, brother-in-law and myself are enjoying a shave at New York Shaving Company. My father will get his goatee shaped-up. The brother-in-law might go from beard to mutton chops. And while I'll be keeping the mustache, the additional 'flavor-saver' is being debated.

New York Shaving Company
202B Elizabeth Street
New York, NY 10012
(212) 334-9495

J. D. Salinger

2010-01-28T10:56:00.001-08:00

As a high school freshman in Indiana, I would read unassigned books with a friend of mine. My friend was that 'cool' friend that sort of turned you on to all kinds of good music and reading. Well I'm sitting in gym class during some downtime and I'm reading J.D. Salinger for the first time. I can honestly say Salinger helped me fall in love with reading and it's magical abilities. His books did then, and still do take me out of this world. They click with me, and on this sad day, maybe I'll dust off that beat up copy of Franny and Zooey and give it another whirl.

DR

Guest Post: Denim!

2010-01-23T10:32:00.000-08:00

A guest Urban Naturalist post from world traveler, adventure, and fashionisto, Marshmont St. Helens. Please forgive us, Marshmont. Such a long delay is unforgivable. But as you too are a proponent of, we had to await the correct astrological alignment.

Winter is in full swing, which means for one urban naturalist: time for new jeans.

a good pair of jeans, some would say, is as grand as a fine whiskey, record shopping, or a Sunday nap. Ah, the small pleasures in life. But for some, premium denim, as it is referred, is serious business.

As with most things, denim has its own group of connoisseurs who's taste goes beyond size, fit and color. Consider: sanforization, denim weight, selvedge, etc. watching your denim break in so perfectly, honeycombing in the knees and fading in the pockets, is a pleasure in itself. To wear a pair of quality denim for a year straight, every day without a wash (yes, this is normal practice for denim purists) is a pleasure that not everyone has interest in participating in, but surely can be appreciated. This urban naturalist is one of those denim freaks who will forever be ousted for his love of stiff-till-it-hurts, stain-anything-you-sit-on denim. The kind of guy that will spend $300 plus on jeans, but no more then $20 on a shirt.

For you New Yorkers, a long-time San Francisco denim haven has recently moved in to your neck of the woods. stop in, check it out, and try not to spend your entire paycheck.

157 Orchard Street @ Rivington
New York, NY 10002
212.388.0079
www.selfedge.com

Jukebox Week: Day 6

2010-01-20T16:41:00.000-08:00

Umberto Eco just wrote a long-winded historical analysis of the human need for lists and how they have evolved over time. I'm just going to go ahead and declare that the 'list' is dead. Let's put them behind us. Leave them with the last decade. Top Tens. Best ofs. Power Lists. No more. Here, Urban Naturalist readers, is a week long exercise in my favorite music from the last year. A jukebox of music spanning the week. Hopefully something will catch your ear..

Jay Reatard "Ain't Gonna Save Me"

"Ever since that day, I've never been the same."

I wanted to end Jukebox Week on a high, yet sad, note; my discovery of Jay Reatard's music. I'll admit, I haven't been a fan very long. I'd heard of him. Read about his antics. But because of what I thought was a terrible stage name, I dismissed Jay as a punk kid trying piss people off for no reason but anger. Boy was I wrong. Everything I've heard and read about his since his death last week paint Jay Reatard as an insanely motivated, creative, unpretentious, and great figure in music, or truthfully, just a great person in general. Take thirty minutes to watch this web documentary on him, and tell me you don't fall in love with the guy. But, regardless of his sad passing, music speaks for music, and Jay wrote a large amount of the stuff. My favorite has been this great track from his Matador Records release from earlier this year.

"HEADPHONES REQUIRED" -- DR

Jukebox Week: Day 5

2010-01-18T10:36:00.001-08:00

Umberto Eco just wrote a long-winded historical analysis of the human need for lists and how they have evolved over time. I'm just going to go ahead and declare that the 'list' is dead. Let's put them behind us. Leave them with the last decade. Top Tens. Best ofs. Power Lists. No more. Here, Urban Naturalist readers, is a week long exercise in my favorite music from the last year. A jukebox of music spanning the week. Hopefully something will catch your ear..

Dinosaur Jr. "I Don't Wanna go There"

"And the world it spins around you, I believe it."

Dinosaur Jr. came back. Now on their second album since reforming and touring, Mascis, Barlow, and Murph haven't sounded more refreshing and confident. "I Don't Wanna go There" still has classic Dinosaur Jr heavy distortion, but it's slowed down to a Neil Young pace. It's a slow burner, until breaking into a free-falling, blistering guitar solo. With songs of this quality coming from a reformed band, let's hope they stay together longer this time around.

"HEADPHONES REQUIRED" -- DR

Jukebox Week: Day 4

2010-01-16T09:16:00.000-08:00

Umberto Eco just wrote a long-winded historical analysis of the human need for lists and how they have evolved over time. I'm just going to go ahead and declare that the 'list' is dead. Let's put them behind us. Leave them with the last decade. Top Tens. Best ofs. Power Lists. No more. Here, Urban Naturalist readers, is a week long exercise in my favorite music from the last year. A jukebox of music spanning the week. Hopefully something will catch your ear..

Them Crooked Vultures "Caligulove"

"A righteous choir is singing, No, screaming, as they burn.

Nirvana. Led Zeppelin. Queens of the Stone Age. Is there any other reason to want to love this album? I certainly didn't need one. And while the sum of it's parts won't and can't equal their individual greatness, a few of the songs are real rockers. And that's all we really wanted, right? Take "Caligulove". This song fuzzes out from the beginning, hits you with a cool little organ riff, and then sludges along until the xylophone riffing chorus. Add some creeping and creepy vocals, and you get it. Just dig.

"HEADPHONES REQUIRED" -- DR

Jukebox Week: Day 3

2010-01-14T09:44:00.001-08:00

Umberto Eco just wrote a long-winded historical analysis of the human need for lists and how they have evolved over time. I'm just going to go ahead and declare that the 'list' is dead. Let's put them behind us. Leave them with the last decade. Top Tens. Best ofs. Power Lists. No more. Here, Urban Naturalist readers, is a week long exercise in my favorite music from the last year. A jukebox of music spanning the week. Hopefully something will catch your ear..

Woods "Rain On"

"Oh how the days will rain on you"

I don't really love the Woods record. Maybe just too much of the lead singer's vocal style. But this song sticks with me. Sticks. It just has that sweet Meat Puppets groove. "Rain On" is a fuzzy country western. It's a simple, catchy jam. Give me a trailer home in the desert, a working refrigerator full of beer and "Rain On" on repeat.

"HEADPHONES REQUIRED" -- DR

Jukebox Week: Day 2

2010-01-11T16:17:00.000-08:00

Umberto Eco just wrote a long-winded historical analysis of the human need for lists and how they have evolved over time. I'm just going to go ahead and declare that the 'list' is dead. Let's put them behind us. Leave them with the last decade. Top Tens. Best ofs. Power Lists. No more. Here, Urban Naturalist readers, is a week long exercise in my favorite music from the last year. A jukebox of music spanning the week. Hopefully something will catch your ear..

The Flaming Lips "Worm Mountain"

"Up on the mountain, But down in a hole, Only nature, Has control"

It's good to hear the Lips really weirding it up on this record. I mean, just look at that cover. My expectations were high considering the hype, first singles and promo art for Embryonic. And they delivered one of the most satisfying listening experiences of the last year. The high point of the latest Lips' trip comes during the fuzzed out psych bliss of "Worm Mountain." That bass. The monster Zeppelin drums. Colors are bluring and swirling and if that drum gets any bigger my ear might just start to bleed.

"HEADPHONES REQUIRED" -- DR

Jukebox Week: Day 1

2010-01-10T18:23:00.000-08:00

Umberto Eco just wrote a long-winded historical analysis of the human need for lists and how they have evolved over time. I'm just going to go ahead and declare that the 'list' is dead. Let's put them behind us. Leave them with the last decade. Top Tens. Best ofs. Power Lists. No more. Here, Urban Naturalist readers, is a week long exercise in my favorite music from the last year. A jukebox of music spanning the week. Hopefully something will catch your ear..

Built to Spill "Aisle 13"

"Often I am called by name, To clean up aisle 13"

It was such a pleasant surprise when the new Built to Spill record was just about jaw-droppingly amazing. They are a band that has been with me for awhile now, and this record really justifies their ability to linger on the scene. In a year that saw guitar-forward rock return in force to my daily mixes, Built to Spill and "Aisle 13" have been on serious repeat for The Urban Naturalist.

"HEADPHONES REQUIRED" -- DR

On Location: Kentucky

2009-12-23T09:17:00.000-08:00

For the last two years my father and I have been starting a Christmas tradition. We've been leaving Indiana in the days before Christmas for a day trip to the Bourbon Trail. Last year it was Buffalo Trace. This year we visited Four Roses Distillery. Like Buffalo Trace, we were treated to a short video about bourbon and the distillery, and we were treated to a limited tasting. But unlike Buffalo Trace, Four Roses gave us a firsthand tour of the step-by-step process of fermentation and distillation. I was blown away by the 'Willy-Wonka-like' distillery tour. Not a bad holiday tradition. A drive through the Indiana and Kentucky countryside with your father. Bourbon on the horizon.

DR

It's beginning to look a lot like...

2009-12-20T19:40:00.000-08:00

Photograph by JR from Brooklyn on Flickr

Crazy night in the city last night. I went for a late night snow walk during the middle of the storm. At first it was wonderful, snow up to my knees, a beautiful blizzard running up my back, my entire neighborhood covered in untouched snow blankets. When I turned to head home so did the mood of my snow walk. Snow stung my face, instantly melting then simultaneously freezing onto my facial hair. The little lady mentioned that I was lucky to have that growth ability going for me anyway. Back inside my warm apartment I shook the snow out of my peacoat and the cold out of my bones. Resting with a drink and fully thawed out I decided it was the perfect night to start the week of Christmas.

BEL

Gifted: Whiskey Stones

2009-12-18T11:29:00.001-08:00

The little lady gave me a few great gifts this week. From Teroforma, come their incredibly smart and well designed Whiskey Stones. I'd never even heard of such a thing. Take the freezer ready, non-porous stones to your favorite whiskey, and they chill down without diluting your drink. If you can find any online, get the Whiskey Stones for the favorite imbiber in your life.

KJ

Victrola: Real Estate

2009-12-14T13:07:00.000-08:00

New Jersey take notice. Your legacy as a musical motherland continues to make New York and Pennsylvania look over their shoulders in jealousy. Be proud New Jersey, because Real Estate is giving the Jersey Shore a good name. And just in time, no less. Recently, it seems the Shore has been in the news for all the wrong reasons.

The hype around Real Estate has been building steadily for about a year now. And it has come to a head with Woodsist's release of their first full length album. Listening to the record of the first time is like finding a lost early psych record, sun-drenched and jangly. It's lo-fi but insanely catchy and familiar, just what this Urban Naturalist needs as the days get shorter and colder. A little piece of the Jersey Shore to bring me back to the beach in December.

Real Estate "Fake Blues"

BEL

Utopia: Milos Forman in Connecticut

2009-12-11T09:51:00.000-08:00

"When I was a kid, I wanted to become a champion at something," Mr. Forman said. "I didn't really care what, just as long as I wound up on top of the heap somewhere. This life we have here, I think we're on top of the heap." Forman.

From the NY TIMES, Milos Forman says his CT home reminds him of the Czechoslovakian countryside of his youth. Also, Forman reveals that during his poorer days, he survived on cans of chili and beer. That, we can relate with.

DR

Brooklyn Chocolate: The Mast Brothers

2009-12-09T14:52:00.000-08:00

The Mast Brothers are local chocolatiers making beautifully packaged and beautifully tasting chocolate bars. These bearded and slightly Amish looking candymen have quickly become Urban Naturalist favorites. While I'm not completely buying the whole 'actual brothers' thing, I am buying lots of bars. Stockings will be stuffed with dark chocolate bars combined with black truffles, salt and pepper, and Stumptown coffee. Also, if you find yourself in Williamsburg on the weekends, The Brothers Mast open the doors to the factory. Stop in, chat, eat, and buy some chocolate.

Mast Brothers Inc.
105 North 3rd Street
Brooklyn NY
718.388.2625

KJ

Found: Steve McQueen The Last Mile

2009-12-07T15:52:00.001-08:00

Found at Stray Vintage in Sunnyside Queens. Barbara McQueen's photographic documentation of Steve McQueen's last year alive. It's full of amazing shots of a bearded, Coors drinking McQueen laughing and enjoying his final days. It just reinforces his legacy as an icon of style and attitude until the day he died.

DR

Walt Whitman "America"

2009-12-06T18:11:00.000-08:00

Walt Whitman "America"

Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,
All, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old,
Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,
Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love,
A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,
Chair'd in the adamant of Time.

Thank you Levi's. We almost stopped thinking about the greatness of Walt Whitman. The dialogue of Levi's new commercial is provided by the only known recording of Whitman's own voice. Supposedly recorded on a wax cylinder.

KJ

Weekday Imbiber: Lionshead Pilsner

2009-12-03T10:01:00.000-08:00

Rain soaked and looking forward to the two hour Ultimate Fighter episode last night, I found myself looking for a midweek beer. At my local Queens bodega, a well designed bottle with a rather masculine logo caught my eye, Lionshead Pilsner. Remembering that I was going to spend the next two hours watching some guys beat the hell out of each other, I figured why not take a chance on a new beer.

Lionshead Pilsner is a crisp, refreshing alternative to all the light American macro-brews on the market. Perfectly accompanied with a bacon cheese burger and mixed martial arts.

Another unique feature with Lionshead is that each bottle cap has a word puzzle on its underbelly. They gave me something to ponder during the commercials. A thinking man's beer indeed.

BA

Cave Bliss

2009-12-01T10:14:00.000-08:00

If the UN was staying in the room next door, no calls would be placed to the front desk in complaint. Cave, Ellis, and the gang continue a year of incredible output.

Via Pitchfork TV

KJ

Sailors: Part 2

2009-10-24T06:42:00.000-07:00

A wonderful new Jameson Irish Whiskey commercial.

BA

American Fashion: Sailors

2009-10-23T10:19:00.000-07:00

New York City is surrounded by water. Can any of our current Urban Naturalists pull off a sailor inspired look? Here's a great picture to ignite some fashion inspiration.

BA

Victrola: Nick Cave and Warren Ellis

2009-10-14T18:05:00.000-07:00

The little lady picked-up a copy of Nick Cave and Warren Ellis' new collection of the duos soundtrack work, White Lunar. Largely instrumental (there is one Cave sung tune), it's been soundtracking every minute of my commute. It's especially appropriate as New York City slowly transitions to fall and winter. Haunting. Beautiful. Dark. I really can't do this double disc justice. Seriously, just buy it. Look at those guys on the cover. Buy it.

White Lunar "What Must Be Done"

KJ

Small Trades: Irving Penn, Paris

2009-10-12T10:19:00.000-07:00

In the 1950's, while working for Vogue Magazine in Paris, Irving Penn, on his own time, would invite various trades people up the six flights of stairs to his studio to be photographed in their work duds. The Getty Museum is showcasing Penn's 'Small Trades' collection until Jan. 2010.

The picture above is called 'Dave' and is not part of Penn's Paris work. In 1967 he showed up in San Francisco looking to capture some of the locals on film. The Hell's Angels kindly obliged.

NY Times slide show on Irving Penn's 'Small Trades'

DR

Photographer Jake Dobkin

2009-10-02T21:13:00.001-07:00

A Broken Crow Mural Near Jefferson Ave

"The heart of the New York streetart scene seems to be shifting East, from the Morgan Street stop on the L to the Jefferson stop-- right around the intersection of Flushing and Wykoff. Of course, that's a long way to go just to see a few pieces. I'm worried that in a few years, there won't be any good graf in easily accessible neighborhoods, and most people will just know the pieces from photographs they see on Flickr. Not that there's anything wrong with streetart photography, but it's a shame to miss seeing the pieces in person."

Blue Jake: A New York City Photoblog by Jake Dobkin

DR

Cosplay FTW

2009-09-30T10:57:00.000-07:00

We at the Urban Naturalist make a solemn promise to you the reader: we will never be your calendar. We will never inform you of upcoming events in and around the city for you to plan to attend. We are a web log. We promise to tell you about things we've done and events which have already happened. If we do ever advertise a future happening, we will be of two minds about it. Besides, were you really planning to go to the Anime Fest at the Javits Center?

The Javits Convention Center is hard to get to, make no mistake. The way to the Hudson from Midtown is by any route inconvenient, made considerably more so by weekend subway service changes and Saturday tourist traffic. A block away from the building a knot of kids dressed all in black appear, arm in arm, carrying swords and spears. Afro Samurai approaches Entry A at 38th Street, his red headband constricting his enormous afro.

Friends of The Urban Naturalist at The Japan Society provided a day pass at the Welcome Gate, a ticket normally costing forty five dollars. The Urban Naturalist, worn from his trek across town and underneath the Port Authority, found sustenance at a Nuts 4 Nuts kiosk, buying a three-dollar bag of candied peanuts and a four-dollar bottle of water.

Teens in elaborate costumes of their favorite anime character traveled often in pairs or trios carrying Free Hugs signs. The custom was to give or receive a hug or a kiss, then pose for pictures. Is it simply a way of connecting, these hugs? Do these kids spend so much time living alone online, playing at World of Warcraft or Second Life, that the advertised hugs are a way to experience human contact? Or is it deeper? I identify with this character. I want to and can be for today and maybe tomorrow, this character and you recognize this want in me and will hug me for me and my likes. Or is the Urban Naturalist being a terrible snob? Who is he to snicker?

An area for manga artists who will for a fee draw you a picture and sign it. A cordoned area for the New York Jedi to beat the hell out of each other with light sabers. Aisles of costume dealers, foam and wood swords and knives. Aisles of manga and video. The end of the hall was darkened for the gaming championships. A stage where two played FIFA Soccer against each other, the game displayed on an enormous screen, each player having his own commentator.

A crush of cosplay kidz at every turn erupted into a spontaneous parade beginning at the end of the five hundred aisle. Chanting in unison "Yaoi! Yaoi! Yaoi!" They weaved through the hall in an ever-lengthening line, exultant at full throat.

Reni, a cosplay idol had her own booth.

There is opportunity for drama, however, even on the most magical day. A woman in a hand-sewn plastic outfit and green hair buried her face in her husband's chest. "You know that woman who went off on you before? That fat piece of shit? I know her. She's a piece of shit! And she cheats on her husband just like my mom. Know how I know? She goes in the same chatroom my mom goes to and I see the things she says. Fat bitch, she's a piece of shit! Shit..." Her husband stroked her back, his hand squeaking on the plastic. "Shh," he said, "it's okay. It's okay, it doesn't matter..."

It was time to go. Three hours on the convention floor had left The Urban Naturalist dazed and out of sorts. He fell in with a group of cosplayers heading east who'd learned there was a Wendy's within walking distance.

Discoverist: Anglo Saxon Gold

2009-09-28T12:22:00.000-07:00

Apparently four days ago, an amateur metal detectorist living off of his disability checks, discovered the largest ever hoard of Anglo-Saxon gold in a farm field. The Guardian has a nice piece on the discovery and a brief historical 'brush-up' on the Anglo-Saxons for those interested.

The find made the adventurers at the Urban Naturalist a little excited and a little jealous. Honestly, in the US do we even have this as a possibility? Medieval gold, really, those Europeans get to have all the fun. Or do they? We do have lost Golden Cities. Undiscovered Fountains of Youth. Hidden pirate treasures. Maybe this Metal Detectorist thing would be worth getting into, even in this young land of America. Here's a small list of New York City and Northeast resources for aspiring gold hoard discoverers.

Empire State Metal Detector Association

Metal Detector Distributors

Upstate Metal Detectors and Treasure Hunting

Lost Treasures in New York

Lost Treasure Online

KJ

The Last Days of Wonder: Tesla Machines

2009-09-23T20:55:00.000-07:00

At St. Sava Cathedral, 13-15 West 25th Street rests a bust of Nikola Tesla. He died the inventor of the Tesla coil, Tesla’s oscillator, Tesla’s Egg of Columbus, a Particle beam weapon, and of course, the Death ray.

DR

Chuck Taylor All-Stars

2009-09-17T10:37:00.000-07:00

"The shoes are available in several core colors, seasonal colors, and a variety of print styles. In the 1950s the shoes became popular within the greaser subculture and amongst many fans of rockabilly. Fans of punk rock have adopted the shoe as a fashion trend since the late 1970s and many popular punk rock bands, such as the Ramones, have supported the trend by wearing the sneakers. All-Stars became popular again in the '90s as fans of the world famous grunge-punk band Nirvana emulated the band's frontman Kurt Cobain, who had worn All-Stars for many years prior to the 90's due to the influence of different punk rock bands he enjoyed in his youth" Wikipedia

So it's getting to the point were we all know grunge is back, right? I mean how long was the new wave and dance revival really going to last before some people started to grow their hair back out and turn the guitars back up. I'm embracing it. With wide open arms. Let's just say that the Urban Naturalist has a lot more in common with Tad than Fleet Foxes. I've never withheld my overwhelming love for the music from that era, but the fashion side has started to take me too. Thick winter flannel. Grunge tee-shirts. And the black Chuck Taylor All-Star. They were a staple for me a few years back, and this might just be the Mudhoney Superfuzz Bigmuff talking, but I'm feeling the All-Star again this year. High-Top. Not low.

DR

Grizzly Bear

2009-09-15T09:52:00.000-07:00

Grizzly Bear - While You Wait for the Others from Grandchildren on Vimeo.

The Old Internet

2009-09-13T11:11:00.001-07:00

No Seriously

2009-09-06T21:20:00.000-07:00

They have everything at P.S.1.

From a room full of records on the floor...

To a picture of a guy dressed up like the Ultimate Warrior enjoying a cold one.

Explore!

Bingo!

2009-09-06T20:50:00.000-07:00

Go to P.S.1. What's not to like?

Nick Cave's Bunny Munro

2009-09-05T10:13:00.000-07:00

At the Urban Naturalist we celebrate any release by Nick Cave. To our great enjoyment, He's been incredibly prolific over the last few years having written The Proposition, Soundtracking Jessie James, and releasing a slew of top-form music.

But with all of his output, Cave has only ever released one novel, 1989's And the Ass Saw the Angel. That changes on Tuesday with the release of Cave's second novel, The Death of Bunny Munro. Here to wet your appetite is Cave reading from the novel...

KJ

Tennis Zen: U.S. Open

2009-09-01T08:04:00.000-07:00

The UN is off to the U.S. Open in Queens today. Match day 2 sees a lot of the big guns playing a lot of the small guns. Hopefully good food, drinks, and upsets are in order. And a UN update later.

update (8:00pm): A wonderful day in Flushing. MGD on draft. Wins from Verdasco, Gonzalez, and Cilic. Incredible weather. There are only four Grand Slams a year, and only one in the US. If you get a chance, grab some late tickets and head out to East Queens for an amazing event.

BA

Sunday Afternoon Imbiber: Root

2009-08-23T16:44:00.000-07:00

I love Root Beer. Not in the 'drinkin' it everyday' sort of way. Not even in the 'I clearly remember the last time I had one' sort of way. But when forced to swig a sugary, bubbly concoction, Root Beer would be at the top of my list. Possibly tied with Big Red (but that's a different Imbiber).

What I didn't know until about an hour ago, was that Root Beer has it's origins in a uniquely American spirit from pre-Prohibition days called Root. Luckily, some lovely spirits revivalists at Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction have recreated the original Root spirit and are slowly reintroducing it to the market.

As of right now, Root is only available in Pennsylvania. By good fortune, this Urban Naturalist will find himself in Philadelphia next weekend. I'll be grabbing a few bottles and hopefully enjoying a glass by next weeks Imbiber. A full review will follow my dear friends. Until then, a root beer float might be in order.

DR

Travis Louie: Curiosities

2009-08-21T11:04:00.000-07:00

Travis Louie's new collection of artwork features Victorian-Age-fashioned 'monsters' in surreal portraits. It's like a tour of the Munster's family library, filled with aging photographs of relatives long dead.

Travis Louie's Curiosities is available here.

DR

The Leatherman

2009-08-17T13:57:00.000-07:00

This is an absolute essential. The Leatherman, in my opinion, is the Americana Swiss Army Knife. Like the Swiss model, the Leatherman comes in a lot of multi-tool and size options ranging in weight from 12.5 ounces to 1.8 ounces. I was recently given an engraved Leatherman as a groomsman's present. And given that the wedding took place right outside of Woodstock, NY, a survival tool was not only classy and cool but also a necessity.

Also, a little history. The Leatherman company was founded by Tim Leatherman in 1970 after graduating from Oregon University. Yeah, Tim Leatherman. Awesome.

Find the right Leatherman for you over at Knives Plus.

KJ

Urban Wonder: Twain and Tesla

2009-08-13T10:50:00.001-07:00

Tesla and Twain in Tesla's Lab, 1894

Later in life Nikola Tesla and Mark Twain became fast friends. It seems they ran in the same circles, possibly meeting in the same murky late century bars, ordering the same drinks, both sitting in highly imaginative and depressing contemplation. Tesla allowed his friend to visit his lab late in the evening in 1894 where Twain participated in his electro-experimentation.

"Just hold onto this loop Mr. Twain. Yes, the one above the resonating coil. In just a moment look over your shoulder, my friend, and you will see the lamp come alive as a high voltage frequency is sent through your body."

KJ

Fashionisto Americano: Bags

2009-08-10T12:28:00.000-07:00

Wm. J. Mills & Co.

There's something I find appealing about a clothing or accessory company whose main focus was formally of a more grand endeavor. In the case of Wm. J. Mills & Co. that endeavor was sails. Then, as any great family run business has, Wm. J. Mills adapted with the times. They now make most of their living fashioning awnings and whaler canvas. But, luckily for us, they're also making some great canvas bags. I've been on the lookout for a great set of travel bags and I think Wm. J. Mills has just won me over. A great selection of sizes and colors and all at a really great value. Cheap, trendy, and utilitarian. It's an Urban Naturalist equation for future brand loyalty.

KJ

Crappy Taxidermy

2009-08-05T09:15:00.000-07:00

So many ways to spend your days.

Victrola: The Rolling Stones 'Sway'

2009-08-01T10:00:00.000-07:00

The Rolling Stones: Sway

It's a problem most bands would beg to have; an album so good, great songs get lost within it's it's content. Sticky Fingers is full of some of the best dirty, sexy, country rockers the Stones ever wrote. Their most perfected style. Them at their most anti-Beatle. When the Stones really became The Stones. Stuck in-between the Brown Sugars, the Sister Morphines, and the Dead Flowers sits 'Sway.' Possibly my favorite Stones song. It's a ballad. But it's a radio cranker too. That's a double bullet shot that can't be undervalued. It's got that Stones' swagger. I guess it's just that demon life, got you in it's sway.

Buy Sticky Fingers here.

KJ

Feral Houses

2009-07-31T09:04:00.001-07:00

This new series of photos by James Griffioen of Detroit's slow decay kind of reminds me of the monologue in Fight Club...

"In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway. Fight Club

As Detroit's suburbs no longer become necessary for a shrinking former industrial power, nature seems to be reclaiming itself. I know there is a sad human story about Detroit's downfall, but Griffioen has found some beauty within collapse.

James D. Griffioen 'Feral Houses'

DR

Urban Find

2009-07-29T09:00:00.000-07:00

Found: Brooks Brothers Seersucker Suit

$20 at Stray Vintage on Skillman Ave in Sunnyside Queens. A perfectly fitting Brooks Brothers Suit. Payed in cash. Now I'm searching for the appropriate lawn party, cricket match, or sailing regalia to sport this sharp find.

Needed: Blue handkerchief, canvas belt, brown oxford shoes.

Stray Vintage
4809 Skillman Avenue
Sunnyside, New York
718-779-7795

DR

Barber Shop

2009-07-26T19:45:00.000-07:00

I've said it before and will say it again. Freeman's Sporting Club is the place for any Urban Naturalist to get a haircut and a shave. I had a wonderful experience there last Friday in preparation for a weekend wedding outside of Woodstock, NY. Any Urban Naturalist worth a darn leaves the city with a nice shave and cut and returns with a little new undergrowth.

Freeman's Sporting Club
8 Rivington Street
(between Bowery & Chrystie) East Store Front
New York, NY 10002
212-673-3209

F.S.C. Barber West Village
5 Horatio Street
(Near Horatio and 8th Avenue)
New York, NY 10014
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Victrola: Kurt Vile

2009-07-18T09:00:00.000-07:00

Music, for me, comes in genre swings, and all I had been digging recently were loud, over-the-top guitar bands. My nostalgia for late nineties hardcore records was starting to run deep, when Kurt Vile came along and snapped me out of an early summer post-punk bender. And when I say 'snapped me' I mean it in the car crash, blindsided, blowing me out of the water kind of way.

Take 'Freeway' (below). It's poppy and fun and the kind of summer song you're just begging for this time of year. It's also just weird enough musically and surreal enough lyrically to hold your attention much further that it's three minute running time. It's a little Tom Petty, or Chris Bell, but also some Cody Chesnutt. In other words, it's a stoner-friendly butt-shaker.

And believe me, the Vile legend is growing. I can't remember an artist that has been this easy to identify as a very near future underground favorite. I've already been turned away from small venue shows in Brooklyn and sadly look forward to seeing that he's sold out larger venues in the city. That is, as soon as he starts playing them.

Like me, though, enjoy a perfect summer song and record for the short time that remains before every coffee shop and bar starts playing nothing but this stuff. It will happen soon. But for now, Kurt Vile can be our little secret.

DR