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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

The Short Films of Amy Linthicum


An early Fluxus-influenced installation by visual artist Amy Linthicum

Local filmmaker/criminal records clerk [it's a new combined major - check your local college catalogs!] Amy Linthicum is a master of cinematic haiku, creating brief but thought-provoking short videos using only her smartphone and small, everyday objects - such as wind-up toys and solar-powered plastic flowers. Though she claims to have no obvious aesthetic influence beyond her own collection of household tchotchkes, this reviewer sees a direct connection to the post-modern principles of the 1960s Fluxus Movement, specifically the films of the (pre-professional widow) visual artist, Yoko Ono.

As she prepares to submit a much longer work (perhaps, rumor has it, even a full-blown 60-second video installation) for consideration in the prestigious 2012 Janet & Walter Sondheim Prize competition, Ms. Linthicum has graciously uploaded the following videos to her YouTube channel amylization.

Six Seconds of Cheer
(Written, directed & produced by Amy Linthicum; 2012; 06 seconds)


Brilliant! And yes, couldn't we all use a few seconds of cheer in these turbulent, dangerous and economically devasting times? The artist cuts to the quick with disarming simplicity.

Happy Squirrel Toy
(Written, directed & produced by Amy Linthicum; 2012; 11 seconds)


"Happy Squirrel Toy" evokes the spirit of German poet Friedrich Schiller's famous "Ode an die Freude" ("Ode to Joy") in enthusiastically celebrating the brotherhood and unity of all mankind, as here expressed by a tiny, plastic, mechanical representation of a carefree mammalia sciuridae playing with a tiny, plastic nut. This creature's joy is measured not in arbitrary mathematical units, but in kinetic leaps and bounds!

Heads up, Maryland Arts Council, attention Baltimore Office of Promotion & The Arts. There's a new visual arts playa in town, and she's wound-up and ready for her six seconds of fame - maybe even 15 seconds by the time the Sondheim Award Finals roll around this July!

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Little Amy Linthicum: Big Buffet Babe

"Forced" Feedings Lead to Chinese Buffet Threepeat


"Feed me!!!"

My omnivore girlfriend Amy started the New Year in grand fashion by consuming three all-you-can-eat Chinese buffets in 24 hours.

"You're gonna blog about this, aren't you?" Amy said, pleading, "But it's not my fault - I was forced to go to all of them!" It's true, of course: Amy's mom dragged her to Dundalk's Best Buffet at 801 North Point Boulevard for their traditional Friday afternoon lunch, and I tagged along to "force-feed" her at that night's New Year's Eve dinner and at New Year's Day lunch the next day - both at the delicious Hibachi Grill franchise, where $6.99 buys you lunch and $9.99 gets you dinner. (Amy's mom actually prefers Best Buffet.)

The double-down date at Hibachi Grill allowed us to compare the eatin's on offer at both their original Parkville location on 2033 East Joppa Road and the newer chow palace across from Eastpoint Mall at 7911 Eastern Avenue in Dundalk.

While they are basically the same, there are some subtle differences between the set-up and foods offered at the two locations. (By the way, word is out that a third Hibachi Grill location is due to open on Liberty Road; when I mentioned this to Amy, she shivered, anticipating my agenda for next year's Chinese New Year dining plans.) For example, at the Parkville location, you pay after your meal while at the Dundalk restaurant patrons pay up front and are issued silverware as they walk in. Also, I noticed that the Parkville waitresses all wear white blouses and black slacks with matching black vests - your standard Chinese restaurant garb, in other words. Dundalk's Chinese waitresses, on the other hand, wore solid black and were allowed more personal fashion flair with a decidedly punk edge (Lycra leggings, tattoos, hair coloring, clunky keychains, piercings) that made them seem - dare I say it? - downright sexy. They even had a token white girl hostess, with henna-colored hair, who looked like her second job might be managing a Hot Topic store.


Typical Dundalk Hibachi Grill Waitress

"I knew you'd pick up on that," Amy deadpanned upon hearing my fashion critique of the Dundalk dining divas. We even saw one old dude with a mullet give a waitress a hug. "Look at the horn-dog getting frisky with the Chinese babe" I said, to which Amy responded, "I think they know each other, must be a regular."

They sure were nice to the regulars here, giving them Chinese calendar wall scrolls. I had to ask our waitress for one, which I got only after complimenting her on her scorpion hand tattoo. I wanted to ask if it was a Chinese mafia symbol, but thought better of it.

And, speaking of tattoos, Amy correctly pointed out that more clientele at the Dundalk Hibachi Grill had neck tattoos. I had noticed this too, and it made us shudder, thinking of all the inmates we had watched on MSNBC's Lockup: Raw.



"What's up with all the neck tattoos these days?" Amy queried, to which I replied, "I think it's so people can show off their ink in the Winter when their arms and legs are covered from the cold. It's really a half-measure because in Wintertime, the only available space is the face and if you get ink on the forehead people assume you're either crazy or a criminal (or both), so this way you can still wear a turtleneck so you can go to work and don a v-neck afterhours to show off your colors." She seemed to buy that explanation.


General Chow Time at Hibachi Grill

The food is pretty much your standard Chinese buffet fare, as far as selection goes, in both locations - which means lots of General Tso, honey, bourbon, and sesame chicken to choose from, plus many concessions to American cuisine (from ham and corn on the cob to all sorts of beef, cornbread, mac and cheese, and pizza choices), and a great selection of hot and cold fish (salmon, flounder, mussels, clams, and countless varieties of fried, steamed, black peppered, or coconut-dipped shrimps). Oh, and lest I forget, they both had those yummy buttered-and-salted potato skins that melt in your mouth. Both locations served sushi and the titular "hibachi grills," as well.

However, the slightly bigger Parkville location had much better ice cream, dessert, and salad bars. Parkville Hibachi gets bonus points for offering romaine and radichio lettuce, while the Dundalk Hibachi only had bland iceberg lettuce ("The polyesther of greens" as John Waters calls it) and minimal toppings. (We passed on the salad bar!) Also noticeably missing from the Dundalk Hibachi desert bar were any semblance of nuts and, much to our disappointment, those delish heated Chinese sesame balls filled with bean curd. We also wouldn't have minded seeing some fried zucchini slices like the ones Parkville had; they reminded us of the fried zucchini from the old Haussner's restaurant. Amy pointed out that the Dundalk Hibachi also didn't have any prime rib, her favorite meat dish at the Parkville buffet.

But there was one thing that only the Dundalk Hibachi Grill served and which, alone, made the trip worthwhile: collard greens. These slightly bitter, albeit buttery, leaves of crunchy soulfulness are to die for - and I almost did, going back for three heaping servings that bloated me with so much late afternoon tumescence (tom-escence?) that I had to go out later that night for a reluctant 5K run to air it all out! (TMI?)

Meanwhile, Amy resigned herself to a single New Year's Resolution: "I'm going back to my salads tomorrow!"

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Addendum (1/5/2001):
Subsequent to this post, Amy outlined her detailed Chinese Buffet Eating System:
"I have a whole system for eating Chinese Buffet. Plate #1 is heavy on veggies. A few other items are strewn above them to add more flavor. I avoid most of the deep fried but decide which are must-haves and put a few on plate #2, along with more veggies. If they have taco meat, I sprinkle that over one little section. I avoid rice and noodles, which is the opposite of what I do in a non-buffet Chinese restaurant. Dessert must include an almond macaroon if they have them. (Best Buffet does.) I never do the ice cream. If there are other desserts that look good I take small slivers."

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Addendum 2 (1/8/2011):
Following our New Year's Day visit to the Dundalk Hibachi Grill, Amy later came across this news item in the Dundalk Eagle's police blotter for December 30, 2010; apparently, an all-you-can-eat buffet isn't good enough for some cheapskates - who are always looking for a free lunch!



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Hibachi Grill & Supreme Buffet
2033 East Joppa Road
Parkville, MD 21234
(410) 882-8238

Hibachi Grill and Buffet
7911 Eastern Avenue
Dundalk, MD 21224
(410) 285-0755

Best Buffet
801 North Point Blvd.
Dundalk, MD 21224
(410) 288-3316

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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Amy & The Art of the Steal

Killer Queen of the Thrift Store Score


Amy Linthicum's shopping bag is always full of goodies
Life is a never-ending treasure hunt, and if you like what you dig up and it's cheap enough, buy it. - Al Hoff's ThriftSCORE Philosophy

My girlfriend Amy Linthicum and I were off recently for vacation and, since Amy likes to shop and is a bargain hunter of mythic prowess, that means we tended to shop at bargain bins, consigment shops, and used goods stores like Goodwill and Value Village. Now whereas my judgement is inherently flawed and everything I touch (except Amy) tends to turn to shite or garbage, Amy is the polar opposite. She knows shite from shinola and has the Midas Touch when it comes to the art of thrift store scores. This is a gal who can rummage through the women's racks at Rugged Wearhouse and find such curios as an "I Heart Vaginas" t-shirt - for her ever-grateful boyfriend!

Take her recent trip to the Perry Hall Goodwill, where she scored an out-of-print 2-disc Ultimate Ventures CD (and booklet!) for $3! Looking it up later on Amazon, she discovered to her delight that used copies of said disc were going for $69.99 dollars and up. When I went back the next day to glom some leftover scores from her discoveries: nada. Some Christian Mother Goose records and Kenny G.

Then a few days later up in Rehoboth Beach, DE during the seaside town's annual Sidewalk Sale, Amy scored again when she found a bunch of $1 CDs that included a shrink-wrapped Bjork CD she didn't own, plus one by her newfound loves, the Buzzcocks-loving US band The Adored (who not only love Buzzcocks but have recorded a song with founding 'cock Pete Shelley). Earlier, she found a complete Chinese Commie Workers Outfit - y'know, the drab green peasant jacket with matching Chairman Mao cap - at the Buddhas and Beads boutique for the marked-down price of $20. Oh, and later at the Tangiers Square Old Navy outlet, she scored a $40 hipster jacket for (drumroll please) $10! Naturally, both outfits fit like they were custom-made for her.

Then, on an excursion to Towson's Ukazoo Books to see her college friend's artwork, and armed with two Free Used Book coupons, Amy scored Yet Another Elvis Costello Biography - Tony Clayton-Lea's out-of-print Elvis Costello: A Biography (amazingly one that had escaped her 24/7 Costello Media Watch!) AND Speaking With the Angel, a short story collection edited by Nick Hornby that included the Patrick Marber short story "Peter Shelley" (which Amy had been obsessing over ever since she heard about it on the Buzzcocks fan site, Secret Public.) By the way, Patrick Marber also penned the screenplay for Sam Taylor-Wood (Nowhere Boy)'s Buzzcocks-themed short film Love You More (2007), which I'm sure Amy will also score some day, some way.



But Amy's greatest score of late has to be spotting a used copy of the ultra-rare 1980 XTC live recording, the BBC Radio 1 Live in Concert (Windsong International, 1992), for $5.99 in the used bins of Sound Garden in Fell's Point.



Set list:
Life Begins At The Hop (Moulding)
Burning With Optimism's Flame
Love At First Sight (Moulding)
Respectable Street
No Language In Our Lungs
This Is Pop
Scissor Man
Towers Of London
Battery Brides
Living Through Another Cuba
Generals and Majors (Moulding)
Making Plans For Nigel (Moulding)
Are You Receiving Me?

Sure, this masterfully recorded show featuring Messrs Chambers, Gregory, Moulding and Partridge performing at London's Hammersmith Palais on December 22, 1980 is also available on the four-CD Transistor Blast: The Best of the BBC Sessions (Cooking Vinyl, 1998), but that box set is rather pricey at $25 (at least that's the price it was going for used at Towson's Record & Tape Trader store - where Amy also just scored a hitherto unheard of Buzzcocks live double-CD called Small Songs with Big Hearts/Beating Hearts containing two separate shows recorded at Manchester's Apollo in 1978 and London's Rainbow in 1979) - even more so new. No, what makes the single XTC live CD so wonderful is it's a time capsule capturing what is arguably XTC's peak period, the songs from around the tip-top form of Black Sea (1980). I was particularly struck by how similar-sounding Moulding and Partridge's singing voices were (I have trouble telling them apart - guess they speak the same Swindon patois).

On the XTC fan site Chalkhills.org, Partridge recalled the night of the Hammersmith recording, thusly:
"It was a few days before Christmas and I was laden with a cold/flu virus that made me feel like death warmed over (with chestnut stuffing!). One of Santa's jolly little helpers in the shape of photographer Herbie Yamaguchi instructed me to take my shoes and socks off, and preceded, in the midst of the gladatorial gloom that was our pre-gig dressing room, to give me an unbelievable foot massage.

In ten minutes I went from that four day old glass of cider and cigarette ash sensation to feeling on top of the world (North Pole up my arse and all!). There were thousands of baying punters out there, and we were the band who were going to cure them of leprosy tonight!

It's an interesting cocktail, that mixture of fear, defiance, Casanova cockiness and decibels that washes over you up there on stage. Guitar/Gun/Penis in hand, you simultaneously struggle to kiss and kill everyone in that room. Not an easy task . . ."

Looking back at these spirited live versions, Colin Moulding has opined that a few even surpass the studio album originals, while Andy Partridge reflected that "Hearing these sessions made me guffaw out loud at early XTC's friendly fire. The epileptic kick boxer bursts of Colin and Terry's rhythm section. Barry's gothic Liberace piano style, or his truly dangerous organ playing. Electrician from Edwards' funfair attempts to mend damaged saturnian dishwasher motor."

In a word: XTC!

Just another notch on Amy's thrift scorecard. No wonder she reads Consumer Reports and Shop Smart. She's one discerning consumer!