clocking in

Part 2 of Anna and Jay's date is now available on feedmeshow.com, our blip.tv page, our iTunes feed, RSS, and Miro... and I don't even know what Miro is yet.

Meanwhile, in the wee small hours of the morning (East Coast time) we filmed the first West Coast episode of the Feed Me Show in Portland, Oregon, my new home for the coming months. It would not have happened at all without the incredible generosity of videographer extraordinaire Carl Jameson, his wife and de-facto line producer, Sharon, and, in the finest Feed Me tradition of someone breaking something right before a shoot, a car accident... but not like you might think. The results were wild, and so was the meat. More on that when it hits the website in about a month. In the mean time, for the love that all is Feed Me, you owe it to yourself to check out Carl's web series turned feature, The Bicyclist, which does for Portland bike culture what Bike Snob NYC does for New York's, only at 30 frames per second, instead of 100 words per minute.

Some viewers have expressed concern about this whole West Coast thing. They say I'm forsaking Brooklyn. Ok, I tried, but I couldn't do it. Last night, I learned the name of my new Portland neighborhood: Brooklyn. There is no escape.

- Adam

don't get me wrong, new york's got heart

Big apple, big heart. Amazing people, cooking amazing food, in a way I want to document. I'm keeping Feed Me: Brooklyn going. There are more episodes in the can. I'm talking to some people about keeping it going here. I just lined up the Feed Me Show's first girl-girl date, in Brooklyn, and I'm stoked about making it. There's gonna be Mystery Fish and ass-kicking pastry. The tradition of a Feed Me Show cook breaking some bones before a taping continues. I'm doing it in cooperation with UnionDocs, a local documentary coop. It's gonna be awesome.

But it costs a lot of money to live here, and it'd do me some good to get out of here for a year before the schmutz turns cancerous.

I've lived in New York for nine years, eight of those in Brooklyn. I hear "Rhapsody in Blue" each time I see the skyline from the BQE. It's in my blood and it's not coming out, like mercury in Newtown Creek. I love this fucking place. It's time for me to go.