September 29, 2004
Best of New York from the NY Press. Here and here. Cranky, bitter and fun. But they were very 2003 with their pick for Best Real Estate Term - "East Williamsburg". Yeah, we all know it's Bushwick. My pick for 2004? "South Willy" and yes, I have had this term thrown at me by brokers this year. Where is it? Clinton Hill.
September 28, 2004
Jim bought me this last week to cheer me up. It rocks, huh? There have been people, who will remain nameless, that did not recognize the 45 insert. Shame, shame people.
Speaking of cheering up...thanks to everyone who has written to me in regards to my last post to tell me nice things, or that they had dealt with a similar situation or that they were thinking of me and my family. Every little bit helps.
I'm thinking of stopping by New York is Book Country this weekend. It says rain or shine, but who wants to look at books outside in the rain? Definitely a "shine" only activity.
Who really watches the Daily Show? I'm glad they took the time to clarify this, 'cos I do object to being portrayed as a stoned slacker. Drunk maybe, stoned never.
NY Magazine seems to be coming back after reconfiguring their editorial staff. There were actually articles to read in it this week like the Secrets of the Deli Trade, Crash, and Little Yellow Different...
Speaking of good reading, Zadie Smith has a new short story in last weeks New Yorker.
Now drink Ocean Spray and stay outta Curves.
September 27, 2004
How does Amtrak suck? Let me count the ways...after not riding Amtrak since they screwed me over with a 7 hour trip to Boston on their "high speed" train the Acela, we decided to ride Amtrak from Boston to NYC this afternoon. When we were about 5 minutes outside of downtown Boston the conductor comes into our car and said, "As you may have heard, due to the problems at Penn Station in New York, this train will only be taking you to New Haven, Conneticut where you can transfer to a Metro North train." And then refused to answer any of our questions concerning who would be paying for this trip on Metro North or what the hell was going on at Penn Station. But the worst part is when we were buying our ticket in Boston and waiting upon the arrival of the train, etc, nobody informed us that anything was going on in NYC. Had we known, most likely we would not have gotten on the train. Instead we would have taken the bus, that you can literally catch 100 feet from the train. Amtrak sucks!
We were in Boston for the weekend seeing my dad. He has inoperable cancer and is very, very sick. But of course we are all praying for a miracle and trying to look at the bright side of things. So anyone who can direct positive thoughts and energy towards him, I will forever be indepted to.
September 22, 2004
Celebrity substance abuse trifecta:
Tracey Gold arrested for DUI.
Edward Furlong drunkenly freed live lobsters.
Macaulay Culkin busted for pot and pills.
So why exactly would any organization think that the alleged assistant abusing Naomi Campbell would be a good spokesperson for their cause? Cos she would not be my top pick. Remember her work for PETA? Same deal, everywhere you looked it was Naomi C. on billboards and phone booths with "I'd rather go naked than wear fur". Fast forward a couple of years and she's up there decked out in minks on the same city streets.
Now the ADL has recruited Naomi for their "Anti-Semitism is Anti-Me" campaign. Please expect the debut of the Naomi Campbell "Heil Hitler!" ads in 2005.
Hipsters vs. Hasidim Part II. I now find myself wandering Bedford, bumping up on hipsters and asking god to remove from upon me the plague of the artists, so that I too shall not drown in evil waters.
Gotta go inhale some tequila.
September 21, 2004
Well last weekend was nice. I got to see Bradford and Chase's sweet pad in Red Hook. It was hard to hold down the delicious sangria they made, as I was gagging on jealousy the whole time. Their place is adorable and gorgeously refinished and, my god, when I found out what they paid for it just two years ago...well it made me feel like I have sucker written all over me. I must, right?
Saturday we went out and saw people at that new bar next to what used to be Sweetwater. What the hell is the name of that bar? I can't remember but the whichever bartender had his Ipod plugged in ROCKED. I think I may have recognized every song played that evening. I heard a boy turn to another boy at the bar and ask him what was playing when Public Enemy's 911 is a Joke was on and I inwardly cringed when boy number two said that it was some "oldskool hip hop from WAY back in the day". A piece of my heart broke, just like it did the first time I heard Nirvana on classic radio. Ouch.
Anyway, things have not been so hot with me this week, so Jim convinced me to see End of the Century, the new Ramones documentary tonight. And on some level it cheered me up.
The Ramones have a special place in my heart as they do in many good people I know. They are the soundtrack to some of my earliest memories of hanging around my cousins house in Queens when I was a kid and they were busy being rebellious teenagers. They were into the Ramones and the New York Dolls and I remember the posters on the walls and them teaching me the words to Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue (they are easy to remember) and then sending me off to the room where all the parents were having cocktails to sing it for them. It did not result in the scolding they thought it would, as no one seemed to understand what I had just said. They kinda patted me on the head and said "very good!"
My favorite ever Ramones moment was going to see them while in high school at one of those random clubs on Landsdown Street in Boston. We were clearly underage as it was an 18+ show. So after being turned down repeatedly at the door, we made our way up the back alley behind the club. From a good 200 feet away, Heather C. screamed, "There's Dee Dee" and we ran up and it was indeed Dee Dee Ramone puking out the back door of the club. And we were like "Dee Dee! The show's sold out! Can you get us in?" And he's all "sure" and lets us in through the back door to the backstage area where the rest of the Ramones and their managers are hanging out and someone from their group yells "Dee Dee! I told you to stop letting underage girls in the backdoor!" And he's all "they're not underage." And then they all start fighting and yelling while the manager guy makes his way towards us with a "girls, you are gonna have to leave..." But we ran for the stage and jumped off of it into the audience and got to stay for the whole show. That rocked.
Anyway, the end of the movie was sad with Joey Ramone dying of cancer. My dad was diagnosed with cancer this week. Yeah, I'm sad.
September 14, 2004
Wanna buy a mansion? Its only $2 million and in Clinton Hill. Should anything in Clinton Hill cost $2 mil?
Stop the presses. I am breaking up with you.
A study on subway etiquette where the focus turns to the experimenters.
This cracked me up repeatedly.
Jim M.'s film, The Off Season will be showing on Thursday, October 28 at the Pioneer Theater in NYC. Be there or be dismembered. Oh, and read the release on Fangoria.
September 13...later
Just dropped over at Jenny's. She's all moved in here, or her boxes and her cat are all moved in here. There's a lot of unpacking to be done. And her place rocks.
I also just looked at Lisa's site from Saturday night and cracked up. I should be embarassed, but instead I am laughing.
September 13, 2004
"Ponies?! Nobody in the world likes ponies more than me. I like big ponies. I like little ponies. I love ponies." - Laree Love
On September 11th I did what a lot of New Yorkers do, and went out and got wasted. It was an especially fun wasted as we had Vickie in town (for her show) and Cecily in town (working on the fashion shows). Anyway we went to Lisa's, drank a lot of beer, posed for photos throwing what we consider to be gang signs - I did the metal hand, Cecily does a hang-ten motion and Vickie does either the one or two handed "Call me!", then we stumbled out to a bar, got kicked out at last call, asked random people where there was an after hours club, when they would start telling us where one was/how to get there we would be like "screw that!" and continued on like this all the way to my house. Fun for all. See here.
September 11, 2004
Vickie, who moved to Miami many moons ago, had a show in Chelsea the other night. I gotta say, we only lasted only 15 minutes inside as it was like 100 degrees, no joke. Vickie kept saying "I'm not hot" but you know, Florida has that affect on you.
See all these people acting all casual and cool? They are burning up. They are actually wishing they were dead right now. So yeah, I didn't get a chance to take any shots on the floor of Vickie's work. But I did take some photos of the mural she painted on the walkway heading to the exhibition. Pretty!
Yesterday, Jim and I went to visit the new luxury high rise development in the Williamsburg Navy Yard called Schaefer Landing. On the lovely walk down South 8th from Bedford to Kent Street we passed all the apartment buildings strewn with banners that said "Luxury Condominiums We Don't Want You. Affordable Housing!" But I doubt the people who are looking to buy these places even see these signs since they are running a water taxi over from Manhatten and a shuttle bus from the subway to the development for prospective buyers.
It was all very, very interesting. While we decided that this kind of living goes against our aesthetic and political principals, what really floored us is when we got the prices. Because the price per sqaure foot on these units is actually LOWER than a lot of the properties and falling down shacks we have been seeing. It boogles the mind. And while maintenance costs are a little higher than other condos we have seen, they are completely reasonable considering there is a 24 hour concierge and fully equiped gym and a friggin' library amongst other amenities. WTF?
Real live naked man in the Onion.
Dear Diary, you make me sick...
September 7, 2004
Long time, no write. It amazes me that people visit this site when I don't post anything. Mind blowing. I just want to say...get a life people! You scare me! Or maybe I should be the one to get a life and stop this random compulsion of mine to over-share everything in a public forum.
What put me in this hostile and lamenting mood? Glad you asked...
Well it all started with the subway this morning. Jim and I left for work early, and navigated the flooded streets quite well. But when we got down to the L train, in a very uncharacteristic move, Jim plowed his way onto a WAY overcrowded subway car and not knowing what to do I jumped in after him. Ok, I didn't actually jump in, as there was no room for me. I kinda jumped ON some people that were already standing there. And seriously, I didn't even want to be on that train. But Jim was being pulled back into the center of the car and couldn't get back out and we were being seperated and some sort of survival instinct was kicking in...So he's going "honey just get on!" over to me. So I try again and my foot actually slips between the train and the platform and I'm stuck. Jim YELLED at people (as if it is their fault that we are all suddenly acting like we are in a Tokyo subway and need to mash ourselves into the car) and the other people actually MADE ROOM for me to fit on. Kind of. Smooshed up with my face against the door, but in the car itself.
Afterwards he was all "I have no idea why I did that." And promised me that we would never do that again. The upside to all of this...and I'm not sure it is an upside...is that I was the only person that made it into our office before 10:30 this morning. My day never did get much better.
Just some random linkage:
The Flowers in the Attic series - I am only now realizing how twisted it is to learn about sexuality through the sweet story of incest between two siblings locked in an attic. Seriously. Twisted. Every girl I knew growing up read these books.
Bush expresses his love for OBGYNs and their love for us women.
Also reported: Bush took cocaine at Camp David. The only redeeming fact I have ever read about the man.
Donnie Darko screening at the Brooklyn Brewery. Who's in?
Yeah, so the Village Voice printed up the names of all those who were arrested in RNC demonstrations last week, just in case they didn't already have that FBI file opened or their boss wants to know why the hell they weren't at work. Sweet.
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