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friday, may 31, 2002 l.a. rapper accused of getting dusted and doing some really gross stuff. i added myself to the nyc bloggers site, because it's so pretty and fun. if you click around, you might find someone as cool as me. i found this dude, who's got a cool lower east side angle goin' on. he even tells me that the building going up next to my apartment is going to be a freakin' W hotel. (again, gross.) now why didn't i know that? the hot construction boy told me "short term leases." i will do some investigating/interrogating and let you know. check it out, some of the old 97s are blogging. old links that have been hanging around on the stickies while the pita gently weeps: ¥hole is officially broken up.
and so the weekend at eileen's house in cape cod was glorious. there was a lot of laying on the beach in the sun, sitting on the deck in the sun, drinking in the sun. the hot tub never did get hot despite the appearance of a pool guy with reportedly huge forearms. i had two lobster rolls and a lot of bud. i learned how to play asshole, kings, and psychiatrist. with no less than three ex-frat boys around, there was also lots of roughhousing, several pillow fights, and one extremely fun tennis-ball battle royale. holly got locked in the bathroom for half an hour and had to climb out through the window. i woke up one morning and discovered my stomach hurt from laughing so much. at one point on the beach i was laughing so hard i was crying behind my sunglasses. that was the kind of weekend it was. one wishes it were just a teeny bit closer. oh yeah, and on the ride up i discovered that the new weezer definitely does suck. guilty as charged! here's the village voice's listing of summer concerts (thanks randi). yay, look at all the rock we're going to get for free at this year's sirenfest!
friday, may 24, 2002
thursday, may 23, 2002 like missy, i simply cannot believe that joss would allow britney to appear on "buffy." (and "according to reports" is so vague that i believe there is still hope...) make it stop! nick has a variety of cool photos from the freako david blaine thing. yahoo has some interesting perspectives too. i know he's just standing there, and there's nothing magic about it, but maybe there is? i don't know. i find it all kind of fascinating, to tell you the truth. i just discovered that radio 4 rules. i mean, you know sometimes when you hear about the up-and-coming new york bands, they turn out to be sorta eh. but this band. well, they're really good. dancey punk. i eat that shit up. they're playing next friday at brownies (it'll be webcast too) and june 26 with clinic at hudson river rocks (which i have yet to find any official info about, though i did see that neko case is playing castle clinton august 1). so anyway, thumbs up on radio 4. so that little assistant? buh-bye! to answer your questions: no, it does not make me scared. i am invincible. and no, i don't know who it was or where she worked, you media whores.
funniest comment yelled up at david blaine today, about two hours after he got up there: "what, you couldn't even get an outerwear deal?!" heh. he's dressed all in charcoal gray, looking like he just got back from spelunking. i think he wants to look like a statue. note the gray clouds. i want it to rain on his ass so hard.... ha! sony's attempt at copy-protecting their cd's can be foiled with a felt-tip marker. [thanks matos] okay, so we have "these men remain at large.". we also have "25 extremists...jumped on ships outside of the United States, hid in the container cargoes until they got to the United States and then disembarked. And they've been lost in the American population," also known as "suicide attacks in u.s. certain." and now we have fbi warns of threats to new york landmarks. what are they trying to do to us?
lights, camera...fischerspooner! it was all spectacle at the gallery space where this arty electro-pop group performed friday night: elaborate costumes, glittery makeup, lots of robotic dancing. the music, well, i am not going to be running out and purchasing the record. but it was still very fun. and then jami and i hightailed it to williamsburg just in time for sleater-kinney. who of course rocked all the little babies. they're so amazing i got goosebumps several times. seriously. great night. speaking of spectacle, david blaine's latest stunt is upon us! tomorrow he will get up on a 90-foot pillar in bryant park and stay there for 35 hours, then jump off into a bunch of cardboard. joyce millman delivers a highly accurate, sometimes scathing eulogy for the x-files. last night's series finale was everything i expected, which is to say: not good. there was exactly one funny mulder moment; the rest was hackneyed dialogue sprinkled over a contrived courtroom-drama center, itself a shameless attempt to tie together any of the many strings left hanging over the years. i love mulder and scully, but i sure would've preferred a good alien invasion over the two of them spooning on a motel bed as my climax. sheesh.
friday, may 17, 2002 memo from your assistant. i don't know who wrote this, but it is quite timely. |
