March 30, 2004
One of my biggest pet peeves, "misused" quotes.
Subways are stalling, riders are screeching. Are they ever. We were this morning when we had to take the J to the N to the 6 to get to work 'cos the L was down...Does anyone else feel like the JMZ is like riding in an old rusted tuna can going 1 mph?
March 29, 2004
Fake blogs in bad taste:
Stuck in rehab with Pat O'Brien.
Sorry about that.
This is actually cool.
March 28, 2005
Hi. Someone sent me this link the other day and I am ashamed of myself every time I look at it and laugh hysterically.
March 27, 2005
In Boston for Easter and kept the candid digital photo thing somewhat under control. I only took pictures when the night was over and we were on our way home. I get props for that right?
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March 20, 2005...later...
Don sent me more photos from last night. I am under the impression there are tons of potentially embarassing images from the evening circulating today. The combination of multiple cameras and ridiculously bad behavior on the part of the party guests = potential blackmail. And I say: Bring 'em on!
March 20, 2005
Jenny's house last night....see here....
March 19, 2005
I was in the drugstore on Bedford yesterday evening, chugging pepto straight from the bottle, when some guy handed me a flyer for an April 4th public hearing on the Williamsburg/Greenpoint redevelopment. Very nice guy, very confusing flyer. I think there is a meeting next Thursday at 7pm at the funhouse?
Anyway, like everyone else the oncoming towering condos scare me, not only because they look ridiculous in relation to the rest of the neighborhood...The place next to Enid's? Full on retarded, and I have heard rumors that another four stories will be added to that building. But I am mainly concerned because all these people CANNOT fit on that goddamn L train. Period.
Not helping the situation...articles like this in the NYTimes. It reads like a sales pitch for real estate developers.
The public hearings seem to be all scheduled at times while I am at work, so I went over to the Williamsburg Warriors site and gave them my info, so they could at least send off emails to our representatives in my behalf.
Ok, speaking of real estate. Jim promised me that when we bought our own place, I could have a chandelier. And now I find out its some sort of trend? For the record, I called this one first.
Shockingly, binge drinking may not be good for you.
Mike Skinner interview in the Guardian.
March 15, 2005
This article from the New Yorker, "The Scent of the Nile" is brilliant. I love when they publish some story on an inane and seemingly uninteresting subject and by the time I reach the end of the feature, I'm browsing Amazon for a book on the topic. Now I know why my Marc Jacobs perfume seems to wear off in oh, say one hour tops, while my Coco Chanel can last all night.
Eating carrots makes me feel hollow inside. That's no metaphor or fancy-pants poetry. They actually make me feel my like stomach is completely empty and thus make me more hungry than I was to begin with.
Now fun: interview with Jay from Project Runway in the Advocate. Here's his website. Here's Austin Scarlett's.
March 14, 2005
Got back from Boston and seriously almost kissed the pavement upon return. Boston is buried under an unseemly amount of snow. Snowdrifts, snow showers, snow, sleet, sometimes rain, always changing back to snow. From the moment we set foot in that arctic outpost - it was just continuous. Our apologies to all Bostonian friends of ours...we never left the house...never saw anyone from the outside...Got to spend time with the family which was nice, but good god, I would be a full on fruitcake if I had to spend much more time snowbound.
So when it came time to leave Jim and I decided to up the cash for the so-called high speed train from Boston to NYC. At some point in Conneticut some dude gets on who reeks of weed. This causes me to raise my head and look over at the seat across from me that is now filled by Joe Pantoliano otherwise known as Ralph from the Sopranos (he ended up dead and dismembered on a kitchen floor on the show.)
I try to go back to reading my magazine. But Ralphie is one loud motherfucker and so for the next hour we are all treated to a run down on his opinions on art and boxing and baseball. He is from Hoboken, did you know that? I do now. He and his wife live in Conneticut, she is a real estate agent. They don't like the way old victorians are torn down to make way for McMansions. He bought a piece of art by his cast mate Federico Castelluccio otherwise known as Furio (the one Carmella wanted to do.) And he's a good artist! Who woulda thunk? Anyway, the recipient of all this chatter is Mr. Pantoliano's seatmate who identified himself as an art dealer from Providence RI. So the Providence art dealer is getting off in NYC and Ralphie is going on to DC so he gives the guy his email address. Actually, he gives the entire train his email address. He yells out the address, then spells out the address...twice? Whatever. I have Ralphie from the Sopranos hotmail address if anyone wants it.
I read two books this weekend. One was The Anxiety of Everyday Objects and boy did it blow. I found it in a bargain bin a few months ago, and figured, why not? Then tried to read it but found it to be completely inane. Anyway, I got stir crazy this weekend and plowed through the whole thing. I'm just sooo curious how they got that much rave review copy for such a piece of shit.
Then I read Little Children which was filled to the brim with very fun soap-opery stuff. Weird sex! Suburbs! Repressed white thirty somethings! Fun!
We also finally saw I Heart Huckabees. It's one of those heart-is-in-the-right-place ambitious films that I always feel like I really wanna like because the director took chances, blah blah blah. But just not consistantly funny enough. Oh and Jude Law's American accent? A travesty.
March 7, 2005
Friday night, Sarah and I met over at the Blu Lounge. I walked by that bar almost every day for God-knows-how-long without ever stepping foot in it. I remember somebody telling me it was lame once, can't remember for the life of me who, but have steadfastly avoided it since. But a few weeks ago I stumbled in there with friends after a show and thought, "Hey, this place is kinda tolerable!" (That is some of the highest praise I can give a bar on a Friday night in Williamsburg.)
But I felt like something was off. And then upon going there stone cold sober with Sarah I realized what it was - Polish hipsters.
I don't have a problem with drunken dialing. Oh yes, I have been known to do it on a isolated occasion as I think all those who use those new fangled cell phones at one time or another succumb to. But I don't have a problem. Now, ______ on the other hand. She might have a problem. She actually drunken dialed me one night when she was being drunken driven around by someone else and they drunkenly hit a car and it was all recorded on my voice mail. That's some shit. Here's a service to help.
Easily amused? Gizoogle.
March 1, 2005
It was Noah's birthday and all I got was these photos of him flipping me the bird. What gives? Is all that flash photography somehow intrusive? Annoying? Huh? HUH!!???
Anyhoo...New season of UPN Top Model on tonight. Not that it can ever compare to Project Runway but its something to fill the lonely hours. Sigh...I was reading this short essay on how amazing Mr. Jay McCarroll is (cos he is) and freaked when I saw that Bravo has not confirmed a second season! Oh wait! Ok, for the final episode of Project Runway they got Parker Posey, sporting a full on 'fro, to serve as the celebrity judge. It was perfect.
Oh, I totally forgot to say that Jim was seated next to Lindsay from MTV real world Seattle on a flight from NYC to Tampa a few weeks ago. I guess the reason I forgot to say is that that is not really a story. But y'know its like a brush with...something.
10 Greatest Rock n Roll Myths.
Join the unfortunate animal club to get such cuties as the alien bunny.
Technology ADD...must admit, I've got it.
I kept asking people today how Hunter Thompson killed himself and then I found this article and was just like "what a fucker".
The expensive pleasures of the ringtone. Don't we know it. You know what songs suck in ringtone? Everything by the Ramones. But I downloaded Beat on the Brat, just cos I felt I had to. Know what works really well? Kraftwerk. That's what Jim has.
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