Great Places, first in a series. #001: Jahn's Deli
Alternate title for this entry: Great Places, Sucky Websites.
[Deep inhale] ... ... Meat? Yes, indeed. The odours up in this joint are unreal. If you are ever in Wood-Ridge, N.J., try it (and while you are in town, stop by 344 Marlboro Road and let me know if those weird Czechs still live next door).
Up until a few years ago, Jahn was still behind the counter, thinly slicing fresh-from-the-oven turkeys, hams, roast beef, etc. Hopefully, he still is, closing in on his fourth decade of deli deliciousness. Or has it been passed on to the Son of Jahn?
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You don't know me, you're too old, let go/ It's over, nobody listens to parodies.
[UPDATE: This link has ceased to be. I'm pretty sure the article detailed the latest terrorist threats and the source was apparently some kind of Al Qaeda communication guru (blogger?! - come on, you know at least a few of these AQ'ers have a little online newsletter ...), who was operating via e-mail. The guy's name was T-something B-something Qais, which explains my little lead-in. Ha ha.]
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"The mood swings like a wrecking ball on the Deftones' fourth album -- this is metal that crushes, then soothes; collapses, then soars. Headbangers will find moments of extreme violence to savor on Deftones, but this Sacramento, California, quintet also bears traces of blissed-out bands such as My Bloody Valentine and AR Kane -- art rockers who took overdriven guitars to rapturous heights. Singer Chino Moreno sounds like he's conversing with a choir of voices inside his troubled skull. He's the most Dada of the new-metal screamers: sobbing, stoned and strangely sensual, when he isn't shredding his tonsils. The band brings the requisite brutality, but this album delivers chills when it creeps past the margins of modern post-Korn heavy music: the spooky spaghetti-western drones that hover like vultures over "Death Blow," the space-is-the-place liftoff of "Minerva" and the ambient doomscape "Lucky You," which might be worth an approving smirk from the Aphex Twin. Just when new metal seemed utterly played out, Deftones blows open the possibilities." - Greg Kot, on rollingstone.com.
My cousin goes here. That's where all the stuff fell. After that thing went boom, my grandmother informed my cousin via telephone that she should not "touch anything. It might be radioactive."
Fun little sidenote - You should hear this grandmother try to pronounce the city in which the above school is located. It's insane.
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