Art in a book. Katharina Gaenssler via This Isn’t Happiness.

Sometimes I look up at the Empire State Building and am filled with pride. Being a New Yorker is dope.

[Photo Credit: Adriano Neves]

David Lebovitz makes a meatball sandwich.

Two for Toozday.

[Photo by Burt Glinn via Je Suis Perdu]

We’ve had a few chilly mornings in New York but today was the first one where I smelled the fall. The streets of the Bronx are littered with fallen branches from last night’s storml.  The sun is out and it is clear and bright.

The Orioles continued their miracle season last night beating the Mariners 4-2 in 18 innings. That’s right, 18 innings. As irritating as that news is for us Yankee fans, it’s also hard not to be impressed.

Yanks play two today and have to win ’em both.

We’ll be watching.

[Photo Credit: Alex Trautwig/Getty Images]

Tonight gives the return of Andy Pettitte. It also brings a rain storm that’s supposed to be something fierce. They might not get this game in which would mean a double header tomorrow I suppose.

If they play tonight, we’ll be root-root-rootin’ for the home team.

Never mind twister: Let’s Go Yank-ees!

UPDATE: It’s been cancelled. They’ll play two tomorrow. First game at 1:05.

[Photo Via: Art Deco Architecture;  My Philosophy]

Sad news to report. Steve Sabol has died. He was 69. To me, NFL Films is the best thing that ever happened to pro football.

Here is a terrific piece on Sabol by Rich Cohen over at the Atlantic.

Sabol will be missed.

A British friend of my mother’s once clipped out an article on the British food shop Myers of Keswick that appeared in Parade Magazine. Must have be in the mid-’80s. It was a home away from home for my mom’s friend and for years it was the only place I could find HP or Daddies sauce here in New York.

It’s still here–which is no small achievement–and worth a visit. Check out the Serious Eats tour.

[Photo Credit: Off the Broiler]

Via Ego Trip, check out this Life photo gallery of a 1972 Bronx street gang.

Self-Portrait by Francis Bacon.

Charlie Pierce visited the Yanks in the Bronx this weekend. Here’s what he found:

If the Yankees rally and do anything in the postseason, when the game really becomes a serious television extravaganza, you might be able to point to this weekend as to when the season really righted itself. It had been building for a while. Injured players — including Saturday’s hero, Nova — are beginning to come back to the lineup. (Andy Pettitte and Brett Gardner are also expected back soon.) All season, the team had looked like the Island of Misfit Cleanup Hitters, a bunch of guys — Eric Chavez? Raul Ibanez? — who’d been big noises elsewhere, but who were manifestly out of place as the spare parts they obviously are in New York. (Part of this has to do with a Yankees farm system gone ragged.) The team had a weird, patchwork personality this year, and only the collapse of every other team in the American League East except Baltimore — most notably, the transformation of the Boston Red Sox into Mystery Zombie Theater — kept New York from serious trouble throughout most of August. But, over the weekend, in his first start since coming off the DL, Nova appeared to solidify their pitching and then, on Sunday, in the process of driving poor Matt Moore around the bend, the Yankees showed a real gift for manufacturing runs on the basepaths.

[Photo Via: Stuff Nobody Cares About]

Don’t worry…’bout a thing.

[Photo Credit: Bags]

When I was 13 I was eager to see Amadeus so I went to the Lincoln Plaza Cinemas one Saturday afternoon to catch it. But it was sold out. Instead, I saw Stop Making Sense. It remains one of the most exciting experiences I’ve ever had in a movie theater.

From P. Kael’s review:

“Stop Making Sense” makes wonderful sense. A concert film by the New York new-wave rock band Talking Heads, it was shot during three performances at the Hollywood Pantages Theatre in December, 1983, and the footage has been put together without interviews and with very few cutaways. The director, Jonathan Demme, offers us a continuous rock experience that keeps building, becoming ever more intense and euphoric. This has not been a year when American movies overflowed with happiness; there was some in “Splash”, and there’s quite a lot in “All of Me”—especially in its last, dancing minutes. “Stop Making Sense” is the only current movie that’s a dose of happiness from beginning to end. The lead singer, David Byrne, designed the stage lighting and the elegantly plain performance-art environments (three screens used for backlit side projections); there’s no glitter, no sleaze. The musicians aren’t trying to show us how hot they are; the women in the group aren’t there to show us some skin. Seeing the movie is like going to an austere orgy—which turns out to be just what you wanted.

Hey, sweet baby, don’t ya think maybe…

[Photo Via: Leaving Eden]

Here’s out it’s gunna be: Yanks play three against the Blue Jays at the Stadium tomorrow night and then host the A’s for three over the weekend. Next week, they’ll play three in Minnie and four in Toronto before returning home to end the season with three against the Red Sox.

If the Yanks miss the playoffs, they’ll have nobody to blame but themselves.

We’ll be Keepin’ the Faith in the BX.

[Photo Credit: Flip Flop Fly Ballin’]

House to Haus on artichokes and aging.

Nice.

From his new book, The Good Son, here’s Mark Kriegel on Boom Boom Mancini.

Here’s Jason Bailey over at the Atlantic on Do The Right Thing.

Dig this gallery of collages by Laura Redburn over at Flavorwire.