This past weekend, Alec Baldwin had an especially busy schedule in New York City.
On Saturday, he reprised his role as President Donald Trump and introduced viewers to his first stab at Bill O’Reilly on “Saturday Night Live,” a show that he has hosted a record 17 times. On Sunday, he appeared in conversation with Anna Sale as part of Brooklyn Academy of Music’s (BAM) and Greenlight Bookstore’s “Unbound” series, where he discussed the ups and downs of his life and his newly released book “Nevertheless: A Memoir.”
I have tasted chocolate cake. I have tasted it sliding off my metal fork across my teeth onto my tongue and down my throat into my belly. Too sweet and chewy and dangerous. I have tasted it come back up my esophagus, into my mouth — bitter and slimy — and watched it fall into the toilet. I have tasted it off of my hand wiping my face. I have tasted it in my nose, blown out into a tissue. Continue reading
He is yellow. Not like my favorite color yellow. Not like Coldplay’s “Yellow”, which he always says is my song and that I can no longer listen to. Not like nursery room yellow or sunshine in a crayon yellow. Not like dandelion yellow or organic tomato yellow. He is sick yellow.
The history of Brooklyn’s relationship with beer is complicated to say the least. Once one of the nation’s biggest suppliers of beer at the turn of the 20th century, after Prohibition ended very few breweries reopened their doors and from 1976 to 1996 there were exactly zero breweries in the borough. However, the past is the past, and since the blossoming of more and more breweries in the early 2000s, Brooklyn is once again a beer capital of the nation. Continue reading