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heh: the new york post is gay. via gawker. the new yyys is so damn hot.
thursday, february 27, 2003 i am not happy. stupid wimpy spire, gay-ass 1776-foot height, wedges of light. stupid pataki. ah, well. maybe it'll still be cool. why you are all so jealous: i just met my own personal deep throat for lunch, and i am now listening to the not-yet-released yeah yeah yeahs album, "fever to tell." it's mine, all mine! so now, in addition to a plan for apocalypse, otherwise known as Where Are My Friends With Cars?, i am supposed to have a plan for getting out of a concert fire, according to mtv. this plan hilariously includes CROWD-SURFING your way out. yes, i'll just break out my mentos and be on my way. ha!!! also, must rush out and buy more "patterned shirts." via the modern age. this rock promoter in new york is serious about the underground. good stuff. another victim of the new anti-smoking laws going into effect: hookah cafes. by mr. bill. it's official: buffy's leaving buffy. with this week's episode so great, here's hoping they can pull out a fantastic final arc and end the series on an amazing note. if joss allows it to continue, that'll just be sad. update: he won't. just added to the sidebar, for your surfing pleasure and mine: largehearted boy, gawker, sea of angels, hip clicks (how did this ever fall off?), emcee bard, and fimoculous.
wednesday, february 26, 2003 we find out tomorrow which WTC design it will be. looks like they're leaning THINK now. yay! does anybody know where i can get a good wall calendar? i know it's almost march, but i need one for my desk, which is sadly underdecorated. i could use the one from max that leanne mysteriously found in her purse one night a couple months ago, but it's slightly raunchy, thus perhaps unsuitable for work display. what do you think about monthly doos? that works, right? heh. what would the french kicks do? new album from the new pornographers comes out in may, whee! in the meantime you can download "the laws have changed." girlfriend stops reading david foster wallace breakup letter at page 20. the funniest part, besides the girlfriend's utter lack of concern at being dumped, is the dead-on excerpt in pdf form, complete with many levels of footnotes. trippin' at the gnc has given me some unsavory ideas. ahem. via jejune.
party at randi's, with review kids and assorted hangers-on. no time to talk, gotta go go go!
after the reading last night, after the show at pianos, after the, uh, whatever at lolita, somehow it became a good idea to go sing some KARAOKE. at one in the morning. on a school night. oh my god. insanity. trust me on this, people: do not attempt to karaoke eminem. it just does not work. how does he DO it?? lesson learned: i am NOT the real shady. hey, guess what? it is totally spring! we are so over that crazy snowstorm, despite the dirty-ass piles of slush still lingering. (more snowy pics at betsy's.) i am glad that jack white has morals. also learned: one of his new songs is apparently "winsome," as are people who like dave eggers. this will you make you cackle silently at your desk, so as not to alert others to your not-workingness: brilliant columnist interrogates author of "worst novel ever published in the english language"; hilarity ensues. go on, click it. via bookslut. no, that's the wrong one!! i want THINK. give it to me. now, please. oh my god, celebrities eating. example: WATCHING DAILIES MAKE J-LO HAWNGRAH! J-LO LOVE SANDWICH! best link ever from gawker. free, printable antiwar posters. via largehearted boy, a great site even without the gbv reference. speaking of war, ian mcewan wavers. good stuff. ben kweller: not quite famous, but successful enough that he can get professional people to go out in search of a giant strawberry. via sea of angels. i don't think i ever said that 25th hour is a really touching, beautiful, quiet, true, wonderful movie. did i? maybe. but this story reminded me. via missy.
thursday, february 20, 2003
this weekend was lobster rolls, salad, white wine; giddy, jaeger-fueled cab rides with eileen up and down the FDR at night; m&m pancakes lovingly prepared by moi; tuna sandwiches and balsamic-soaked salad at pillow-stocked paul's boutique; not caring about peace quite enough to not spend our saturday shopping for pants at american eagle and going to see the hours; feeling warm and proud of my fellow dissenting americans anyway; spinach-turkey lasagna; head-shakingly bad DJs the night of holly and michelle's party; that fabulous red-velvet cake by angela (get it? ironic cakes available to nyc-area hipsters for a fee); jami telling a sleeping, balding man, her self-declared dream man, at 4 a.m. in a crowded diner to "enter" her; inappropriate touching; lots of face licking; morning-after checking of cell phones, cameras, and friends' memories to reconstruct the evening's events; leg warmers worn for function, not fashion; the throwing of friends into snowbanks; happily bar-hopping our way downtown, because what else is there to do on a snow day, really; totally fucking out of hand. how on earth was i not aware of this fabulous ice cream shop?? guess i should cross delancey more often? [via felix salmon, another blogger who lives on my street] just to clear up some misconceptions: that hotel next to my house? is not glass. right now it is decidedly concrete. it is not pretty or sleek or cool. and it will definitely not be ready by september (it's been under construction for more than two years). someday soon i will post pics. it's holly's birthday today, therefore she gets her picture on the pita. i asked holly if she loved america and she said, "yes, by golly." also, it was amy's birthday on tuesday, but i didn't update the pita on tuesday so it's okay if i put her picture up today. here she is sucking on a lolly on new year's eve:
so all of a sudden there's lots of stories about like where to buy gas masks. this story reveals that not only are more people than holly worrying about duct tape (um, duck and cover much?), but also that the city has been on high alert "orange" for a long time now. so people: chill! in aw-yeah buffy news: crossover, baby. but eileen, buffy loves spike! you must accept it. valentine's day. what is it good for? links, apparently: ¥ cynical e-cards for v-day; ha. how about a long page of homage-nous album covers? i almost cried when clay, aka Nerdy-Cute Redheaded Boy, got cut from american idol last night. cross your fingers for wild card. also, an update: the smoking gun says yes, frenchie posed topless for that adult website. booya.
wednesday, february 12, 2003 literary reading leads to brawl. i wonder if the so new media reading next thursday at kgb will be as eventful. maybe jami and maura will get into a catfight. by the by: afterparty will be todd deatherage's show at pianos. i'm pretty much planning my hangover breakfast now. and oh my goodness, the next would-be bush appointee, to an FDA panel on women's health policy, suggests praying to god as a remedy for PMS. nice, huh? yes people, i am aware that the dell dude got popped by my house. don't worry, i would never lower myself to street dealers. this is manhattan. we have ways. you can get pdfs of the daily, the fashion-week rag with the cool covers, if you feel you need such blanket coverage. actually, for the magazine folks in the audience, page 4 of today's ish is extremely amusing. uh oh, pazz 'n' jop is out and i told myself i'd put my list up when they did. uh, maybe tomorrow? i now have a working draft.... i know you're all absolutely dying for it. full-figured black girl booted from american idol because she "worked for" an adult website. man, that girl could sing, too. [via sea of angels] and finally, a special shoutout to mr. faggotron for hooking me up with a copy of last week's buffy (gettin' good, finally!). i would be lost without you. now update your damn site, son!
scenes from charlottesville, va., home of erasing.org (not coincidentally). one thing i do not have a picture of, sadly, is the ridiculous moshing that took place at the "fest full of rock" show. the first two bands we saw were good: q and not u and trans am. for screamy hardcore band shai hulud, a mosh circle the size of approximately two boxing rings opened. i have never seen such a battle royale of flailing, retarded limbs in my life. i was happy to learn that there was some piss-taking going on: some kids were doing sit-ups, push-ups, and the wheelbarrow in the mosh pit. heh. anyway we did lots of other fun stuff, like dissecting scott's record collection (eclectic, let's just say) and hanging out with the cool kids at tokyo rose (goths still exist, apparently). it was good times, i tell you. today, wet snow is falling mercilessly on nyc, but i'm looking at flip-flops and dreaming of a better day. [via sea of angels] um, rhett miller is writing a NOVEL? no comment. the evolution of pants, and other humorously-captioned would-be glamour shots of bands.
friday, february 7, 2003 carson daly, robo-DJ. and also: total tool. but you knew that. "blackest ever" surface developed. hee: "it's a very interesting surface to look at because it's so black." manhattan users' guide. something new and fun in your inbox every day! pee bombs? uh, thanks hol. i was way too old to even think about dancing up there last night. so i didn't. but man, it was still crazy fun. love it when the whole crowd is all, dance dance dance. travis again waxed rhapsodic on the thriving state of indie rock, so that we would not be too upset about the plan's impending breakup, praising sleater-kinney, spoon, ted leo, the entire touch and go roster, and declaring that "pretty much every great band is on an indie now." the show was looser and more fun than last night, but i'm going to go ahead and credit the band, rather than blame last night's crowd for that. not one but three freestyley cover bits during "ok joke's over"! fun city. now, if you are a complete ignoramus and have never heard the dismemberment plan, you can download some tracks at epitonic as well as at the band's site (where you can also listen to just about every album in its entirety, albeit on sucky realplayer). i particularly recommend my favorite song off of "change," ellen and ben, which could possibly be the best song about being single i have ever heard. and that is the end of my musical haranguing for today. who are these idiots who can't figure out where to take their dates for valentine's day? i have to share this because it is so insane. we are talking about the word "pants" and its slang meaning for brits. i am still finding this incredibly difficult to believe. Scott: it's like an all-purpose word for, like, bullshit. i mean: ??!!!!!!!! UPDATE: a few highly satisfying google searches show the following popular usages: "a bit pants," "slightly pants," and, my own personal favorite, "so fucking pants." trail of dead to release new ep; pitchfork makes a funny joke! also, their interpol interview namechecks bob pollard (uh, or so i hear). yeeeeah. and uh, i was just watching bush speaking live on cnn, and so basically we're bombing the shit out of iraq, like, tonight?
wednesday, february 5, 2003 well hello there, paranoia. nice to have you back. what a bunch of good citizens, those san francisco jurors who wish they could take back their guilty verdict for a medicinal-marijuana grower (they weren't told about the medicinal part). [via the morning news] by the way, in case you were wondering, i am 53 percent hipster. also, the hipster handbook website rules. last night travis said, "i'm--we're--just not gonna talk about it." so that's the only scoop i have. after the show, i bitched out a member of the mercury lounge staff for not having advance tickets saturday night. i feel i did my part. anyway, the show was great, but tomorrow jami and i are going to seriously tear shit up. also, jami rocked the hizzouse at lolita bar reading from her book. she was so funny. info on the kgb reading tk, ok?
tuesday, february 4, 2003 she's 27, and she's going to be editor of the new york times' arts & leisure section. kill me now. [thanks sea of angels] is it or is it not crazy that phil spector was arrested for murder? i submit that it is. my roommates and i have been howling over the hipster handbook for a few days now. (thanks, jackie-o!) here is one of the many lines that had me on the floor last night, from a list of essential hipster albums of the 90s: 10. tie: guided by voices, "bee thousand," and yo la tengo, "i can hear the heart beating as one." if you are a Hipster woman who falls for nerdy types, you probably love these records. if you are a guy and own them, then absolutely anyone on the planet can kick your ass. regardless, they are both genius and undeniably part of the Hipster canon. corn mo. he used to play in todd's band, plays the accordion, and was recently seen hosting "the poseidon adventure" on amc. he also just opened for david cross at pianos, which i forgot to mention yesterday is "prejudiced against people with high ponytails," according to holly. so, corn mo. going places. take note.
monday, february 3, 2003 new white stripes songs! thanks, catchdubs! ali g is coming to hbo. definitely an argument for cable. but...nah. the story of my saturday night: randi and james and i stood in line for an hour and a half, waiting for those idiots at the mercury lounge to let us in. hello, we could have been purchasing drinks! what exactly do they have against advance tickets? annoying. we should have gotten there earlier, but *somebody* insisted it was not necessary due to the fact that my morning jacket "aren't the beatles." but sometimes you have to suffer for the rock. after a solid hour of pleasant conversation, a hurricane arrived in the form of our friend mike, linnea's betrothed. affably ranting about "ONE SKIN, ONE RACE," busta rhymes, and his taxi driver, mike drew the attention of the entire line, hitting his performance peak when he threw down his sunglasses and stomped them to pieces. soon people behind us started grumbling about "ONE LINE" and it was on. this little goateed pipsqueak started getting upset and questioning mike and linnea, in an odd high-pitched whinny, about their fashion sense and devotion to my morning jacket. some of my favorite lines, out of the mouth of mike: ¥ "if i didn't have to take a shit right now, i'd spit in your face." our friends were not into waiting around indefinitely. as they walked off to hail a cab, the tiny troublemaker started disrobing, as if to fight. ah, testosterone. gotta love it. we got in five minutes later. the show was fucking awesome, by the way. one of those where you just keep smiling. good times. also, random fact: gbv's drummer was there. (i could not screw up the resolve to go talk to him, however.) afterward, randi and i met up with pete. cue photo shoot.
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saturday, february 1, 2003, 1:55 a.m. this put tears in my eyes. via fuzzy sweater. the future of the subway? funniest line: "in new york, however, computers have had a difficult time distinguishing crime from everyday crowding and general rudeness in the subway stations." |
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