Friday, March 30, 2007

Virgil Caine Is The Name And I'd Like A Table For Two.


Everbody's got an aesthetic. You can do worse than choose the Band as yours, whether you know it or not.

With thanks to 99--and apologies to the devils on horseback, who tore up the tracks again.
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And The Winner Is...GRACE LICHTENSTEIN


For the first use of "punk rock" in the New York Times on September 24, 1972. Read the article [lifted from Times Select PDF-stizz] as it is quite entertaining.
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Thursday, March 29, 2007

We Don't Play Polar Bear Anymore. We Do, However, Play Panda.


With apologies to VU and Knut--and in memoriam Yan Yan.
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Know Your Fights - All Three of Them

Shit, I swore I wouldn't touch this (my name is Andrew and I'm an assoholic) but I've been baited with the mythical 3-foot San Loco burrito in a 4am drunken stupor. Do the wrath. But this isn't a total breach of my pledge considering the angle here and I think I can only manage two bites before puking, so...

Rumors on the Internets: Lockhart Steele to leave Gawker Media?

Score, a direct hit. Now they're planting stories with Nick Douglas who is still racking up points on a Gawker Media 1099? Damn dudes, next time use Standard Deviance for a false leak to throw off the urine-soaked scent. (Pause of honor for Ellen who got out of blogging shortly after Sac made a visit to New York. Spooked us all, frankly.) Lock isn't parting with Nick anytime soon. Ever? Well, even marriages of convenience eventually wear out their welcome in cheap sublets.

But why would he? He gets paid in pretty pink Lincolns from heaven to be nothing more than a figurehead IM buffer between editors, tech and Nick. Think Lifehacker or Jalopnik need much oversight? Sorry, Lock drives a Bentley, not a Jaguar OS-XKR. (All for you, Spinn.) Nick gives him total freedom to work on Curbed Enterprises all day long and he benefits greatly [via free drinks and links] from the association. Again, nice move making BL the public face.

Lock was the only person in New York who Nick had any reason to think of as a competitor. What's the smart business move? That's easy. Kill the fucker, dump the body in the East River and take a victory lap around Manhattan on a jet ski. Nick opted for route B and made him an employment offer, one he could refuse but not likely. Lock, being the type of guy who was always the designated driver in high school for parties and Phishin' trips, was all too willing to play the big man on campus role for the first time in his life. Money will always get you laid, sure, but throw in primo edgy blog status? You might not even have to wear a condom.

I personally would have slow-played the hand (my right one - pow!) but Lock is not the dumbest person alive and he made sure to get a chunk of Gawker equity in a deal that even Spiers wasn't privy to research or analyze. They all start blog networks in the end, right? What's really rolling down the pike is a pay hike and formal announcement of the Gawker/Curbed merger. I mean, how long can you re-purpose the same content over and over, insult the blogosphere and your audience with a charade of Dentonian proportions? (I know I just used the head to describe the tail but cut me some cold-blooded reptilian slack.)

Anyway - yes, we're at anyway - it's good timing. Pre-summer plans for Beached versions of Deadspin and Kotaku are already under way.

*99, please feel free to re-write this the right way. I have another version where Lock leaves GM in a nasty power struggle and Choire takes back the job he had when he originally left for the Observer. I get the feeling Lock fell out of favor with Choire way back then. Just a Balthazar hunch.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Blogging Bras

From Curbed/Eater's Ben Leventhal:
Hi All --

I'm excited to say that we're launching a new title at Curbed today called Racked (racked.com). The site will cover the shopping and retail markets in NY, with the same enthusiasm and insanity we bring to Real Estate and Restaurants at Curbed and Eater. Racked is written by Leslie Price, who is formerly of Time Out NY.

Head on over there when you get a second, let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy it.

All best,
BL
Hey Hey BL, I like that you're taking the lead and being the "face" of the company. (Smart choice, considering your lesser two-faced half.) But I must protest to the exclusion of Leslie's Hermitude in NYC blog in this announcement. You couldn't fit anymore cred in a Stanton Street dressing room with a pedigree like that. For shame, prop the little lady up some more!

Also, Racked appears to have adopted an aggressive-capitalist position and feeds into the illnesses of hyper-consumerism that harm our fellow humans from Chinatown to China. I cannot support it but I do hope it makes you all rich(er). As principled as I am, I won't turn down free drinks.

All boast,
AK
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Tonic Reducer (The Call for More Jewish Content)

  • Three boys who grew up in Silver Spring, MD (official birthplace of the YM, Holy Cross Hospital, oddly enough): now an Orthodox Jew, an Orthodox Muslim and younger brother Dave Chappelle. One of them, Rabbi Charlie Buckholtz, is the director of ZooZ which hosts bi-weekly open winebars in the East Village. Next one is this Friday at Grape and Grain, 6th Street between B and C, 9:30pm.

  • From this week's New Yorker: "Spielerfrau, a highly literate and slightly suave Brooklyn-based pop quintet, is the brainchild of the Russian musician and journalist Michael Idov (he moonlights as a staff writer for New York magazine). Idov's sophisticated and sometimes ironic lyrics take on everything from pheromones to Vladimir Putin's repressive presidency. Their new record, "Do the Stalinistka," features a darkly funny anti-Putin title track that loosely mirrors "The Hokey Pokey" and is generating a good deal of buzz in Russia."

    They play tonight at Tonic and with lines like "I want to kick someone in the face / See if it brings back better days" and a G.G. Allin cover, we consider Spielerfrau to be the YM summerhaüs band. Idov is Jewish, of course, and needs grooming.

  • Nextbook is the Jewish New Yorker. Too much good stuff to single anything out, but their podcasts, features and digests all meet our highest standards - on tippy-toes, no less.
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    Tuesday, March 27, 2007

    Alex Ross and the Culture Blogging Marathon

    Really interesting Q&A with Alex Ross on the 92Y Blog now. And because I can't get enough of this place, I will be attempting to attend all of Sunday's events which includes:

  • Ross's music discussion & brunch
  • Christopher Caines Dance Company preview
  • Russian Sundays: Francine du Plessix Gray with Nadia Michoustina
  • Current events with Jeff Greenfield and Tom Brokaw

    Results will be blogged.
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    Big Aish's Real World Passaic Rules Challenge


    I'm sure if you stick it out long enough, they'll give you a starter home in Kiryas Joel. Paging Kelsey, you wanna weigh in here?

    [Aish Passaic]
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    Monday, March 26, 2007

    I Was 21 Years When I Wrote This Blog


    War of the Noses: Blowing Over?

    We had a tall post to go with that picture but it was blocked by networking censors. (Ask the source, Lockhart Steele, about the dirt in D-Scho's nails, E-Spy's contrails, and how he once mocked us for wanting to be Team P-Fro's waterboy.) Oh how it would've curled toes, been clipped on the floor, and had anyone in the line of firing-retards reaching for a roll of toilet paper to aerate an eye or clean a cheek.

    In a reversal of fortitude, the old YM is leaving the new GM behind. Assembly line production, while efficient, lacks heart. The work took no effort and the predictability of hitting our numbers (one and two) started to provide more feet-propping boredom than cigar-chomping comfort. Wheels always went in the same direction, knobs twisted without variation, buttons were too easily pushed and our water cooler population faced zero-growth fears with temperance preaching types like Jack London.

    To this end (and happy beginnings), we're replacing the surgical precision of the bomb-infusing robots with hot err-filled humans almost capable of post-medicated emotion. What does that mean? New targets, of course. There are always more wars to manufacture, uncomfortable pressures to engineer and slumping pumps to retro-fight. Call us the Halliburton of the Milling-About-In-Vitriol Complex; we're still not afraid to shoot each other in the face.
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    Friday, March 23, 2007

    Hilton and History

    Right on the little shoe horns of my nephew, Paris Hilton makes her 92Y Blog debut. Also, interesting archival photo of 92nd and Lexington in 1900, where modern Jews blogged in secrecy for almost 100 years.
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    Thursday, March 22, 2007

    Silicon Alley Reporter Covers










    I worked at Jupiter, iVillage, back to Jupiter (somewhere in there I spent the most awkward month of my life at a consultancy group called Delirium) during the Silicon Alley Reporter (or, Calacanis 1.0) years. My only regret is missing all the crazy Josh Harris parties. But we did have a company meeting in his Pseudo loft once where William Dafoe greeted us at the door. Then our CEO Gene DeRose and COO Kurt Abrahamson tried to talk over a wrestling talk show being taped in the back. Good, weird times. See: Jupiter RA Class of 1999
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    Chop Chop

    Check out some vintage Chop Chop... episode #1. Stinky had no idea what to do or say. I thought it would be good to have no background music, but it was just awkward. The other narrator Bubbs was just plain uncomfortable. And, I recommend if you're coming home from the bar Friday night/Saturday morning AND YOU LIVE IN BROOKLYN to tune into episode #3 that will be televised on Cablevision #67 and Time Warner #34 at 2:30 am. Or you can just watch it here, or you can watch both your tv and your computer at the same time with a short delay (something I used to do with two Coltrane records in college... gee how did I outgrow that?)
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    A New Young Manhattanite


    Congrats to Josh and Ann, the first of my close New York friends to escape Neverland, move to the West Village and settle down. Willa was born yesterday.
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    DuPont Circle Jerk - In Offense of Amanda Congdon

    Amanda Congdon is a playful (more than a handful) punchline to some but the inherent misogyny in making those internet jokes leaves a bad taste - kinda like chlorofluorocarbons, babe - trickling down the back of my throat. Still, I'm now prepared to take those stereotypes and bang their black and white keystrokes a bit louder. Amanda Congdon, you are a FUCKIN' WHORE. (Symbol crash, slam the drum solemnly.) I say this in the traditional sense, sensationalized or antiquated, whatever version.

    Justify the DuPonce shiller's shit anyway you like but this perverted take on power to the people (or, just yourself) is one of the greatest acts of arrogance and lack of responsibility a blogger could embellish. The reasons are obvious - I will not lay the vulcanized rubber logic out here - and may you rot in a slowish, mud-in-a-box hell contemplating your actions if you don't recognize them in our fantastic time on planet Earth, which, thanks to DuPont, is hosing the gap.

    Oh, I know, the problem is mostly I had such great (therefore, unrealistic) expectations of the blogging community. "Change the World" and "Our Bodies, Ourselves" are part of an old paradigm that's viewed as creepy or comedic to a generation that believes five minutes on Twittervision offers a glimpse into our lives. We have this amazing tool to actually globalize the human and humanize the globe (I'm talking about the Internet, not Twatter) and what do we do? Encourage more ways to buy shit and fuck others over.

    I guess I am most disappointed that Jeff Jarvis was involved. Perhaps "Idol Critic" was a sign that his past life (dude, you created that thing and your name isn't on its Wikipedia page??) still haunts him, but he's been my model of "Now! Today! Punk Rock Ethos! We're Gonna Fuck Shit Up! And Make Our Own Rules Media!" Sigh. Old blogger, same as the new blogger. I just don't get it. It's not so much that I'm shocked that people put labels on themselves but to go as far as stitches-stapling a price tag to their forehead? And for what? Ad money and the opportunity to say "This is an exciting time. Controversy always comes when groundwork is being laid out."?

    Well excuse me Amelia Merry-Fuckin' Earhart, but that shit don't fly over the Hudson, Potomac, or Cripple Creek. Yes, I'm a conflicted sonofabitch. I fell in love with a medium that dressed herself as something new and exciting but the little black dress she resorts to wearing has cumstains dating back to Lydia Pinkham.

    I wish I could acquit you.
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    Wednesday, March 21, 2007

    I'll Always Have Atlantic City


    Let's mule train outta here. We're on the town tonight.
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    Lies Well Commodified

    Well this was a rather sweet and wholly unexpected gift from the gang at YM to me. I guess I have to do the column now? Hmm, do I lead with his D-Scho story or his comments about P-Fro? Maybe both? Yow! We'll find out tomorrow.
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    See If You Can Guess What I Am Now

    I'm surprised it took me this long, but one of my nephews made his 92Y Blog debut today.

    Recycled: DaddyTypes
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    The Perfect Stormhoek


    When Hugh MacLeod of Gaping Void fame said Stormhoek wine was now available at Best Cellars on Lexington (and 86th), I had to go since I pass the damn place everyday going home from work. (It's true, the obscene riches of the non-profit world afford me the luxury of taking a high-speed taxi up the FDR to the UES everyday, but I keep it real by slow-training the night commute.) I was a little disappointed that bottles with his cartoon labels weren't in stock yet, but at $12 a pop, I can draw my own and slap it on the side. I will drink this tonight in honor of my birthday and then, in a ritual as old as P2P technology, smash it over Dennis Crowley's head.
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    Tuesday, March 20, 2007

    Spin The Blogger

    Madras-n-khaki Lockhart Steele dunked the biggest seersuckass of them all, Chris Mohney, in a playground fountain just long enough for the pool of blood to fade blue. (I learned Morse Code from vein-tapping, don't worry, all good.) Sadly, for Mohney, he lives to cough up a load of Steele Power Juice and checks back into the hotel you can never leave. Sorry man, I am not running into that burning church for you. I already died once for your sins. Not again.

    Perhaps Lock could shed a little more light on what he said about your "poor editorial judgment" at Gawker? (Do you hear those Spiers bells of not being a "good fit"? Gotta love the little spunk.) Yeah, he and Nick were not fans of your work. You cranked out a lot of boring shit. Apparently you also had a problem "managing" to read your editors' work. Kinda weird since it's in the job title. We all remember that debacle when you trashed Andrew Hearst a day after Jess Coen praised him. Man, you sure were a dick. If I was Jess I would have knocked you in the gonzers. Lock cited "several other problems" with your Gawker leadership, like, failing to keep a tight leash on some of your more error-prone underlings. (I think the blame could be spread all around on that baguette and you probably weren't qualified to do it anyway.) He finally admitted how right I was about how wrong it was to move you over in the first place. (Ahhhh, try to imagine me at 4am with a tall boy of smugness. Completely disgusting.) Still, I think they were a bit harsh. I really miss voting for Great Moments In Journalism.

    Don't believe any of this? I don't expect you to, but I'm willing to bet a nephew or two with Tay-Sachs. Go ahead and trust those who sign your paychecks but I know what I nose what I know. And unlike the Denton fan-fiction (no Nick, it was just a regular hangover, hallucinogens are so college), there was a third person in this conversation and if you want confirmation I'd be happy to give it. The stink trail starts at Rivington and it's been doing crazy-8's for quite some time now.
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    Boiled Frogs and Rotting Blogs

    Because someday I'll be too old to play a Young Manhattanite, replacements will be needed.
    Thank you for registering to participate in Computer Basics and Internet Research at F.L.I. on 3/20/2007 from 7:30 AM - 8:15 AM.

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    Help 2nd - 3rd grade students build their computer skills through Internet researching, e-mailing, and word processing using wireless laptops at F.L.I. (Future Leaders Institute), a small alternative K - 8 school in Harlem. Curriculum guidelines provided.

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    New York Cares. Do you?
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    Monday, March 19, 2007

    Back-court Press


    The YM shadow looms large over Senator John Kerry.

    As Radar's Jeff Bercovici and NY mag's Michael Idov demonstrate, the fine line between journalist and blogger depends on the careful balance of notebook, pen, tape recorder, and glass of wine. Read more.

    Related: Heinz - Kosher Tradition
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    Friday, March 16, 2007

    L'Enfant Terrible, That Whole Thing

    Been a while, since last it was:
    a different guise.

    A bigger fry,
    your idols killed.

    The corpse don't care;
    the gilded youth,
    it guideth to the grave.

    But who among us will be the first to fall?

    Untouched by death;
    once they were like us.

    No nuance left,
    the killer comes.

    I write for the New Yorker.
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    Don't Jail the Bait, Hate the Bail

  • I'm sure when I was interviewed for the Court TV blog that they figured it was good for a Gawker link. Not likely, the very bad man is still banned. The "Lock-down" continues to be investigated but we expect island-rumbling evidence to surface next week. Stay tuned.

  • John Kerry and bloggers at the Y. Recognize any faces?

  • More bloggers at Makor with authors Michelle Goldberg, Lauren Sandler and others. (Sorry, but dudes don't get name-checked on YM.) Lauren is the editor of that new Assignment Zero pro-am journalism project. We talked at length and by my 5th glass of wine I'm pretty sure I agreed to contribute but only if I could lead a team of high school reporters into the environmental hot zones of Brooklyn.
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    Thursday, March 15, 2007

    And What's The Deal With Fran?


    "Is it even worth the effort?" He wondered. He couldn't even get himself to bother with coming up with something clever to say. So why, he imagined, would anybody care why her persistence should remain such a puzzle, why no one should know or seem to care what she was coasting on--if she was coasting on anything at all. Maybe you had to be there. Maybe, one day, he'd understand. But what to understand, he couldn't even begin to speculate. Perhaps the subtlety was all imagined, just like the poet had said. Whatever it might be, it sure was no mystery that yearned for resolution, at least not to himself. And so he wasted a good half hour in search of that cut to the gut that leaves the beast to drown in its own certainty. And finally resigned himself to leaving the question unanswered. But not before reminding himself to make nice with Krucoff. This much he had learned.
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    Holier Than Dowd

    Oh, here's a leftover from YM's "Caring About Issues So You Don't Have To" phase.

    Click image to enrage your sensibilities.
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    Tuesday, March 13, 2007

    RECAP of Bible Rewrite Project

    Whether you're a fan of my column or are too lazy to read the beautiful crap, here is a recap of my Bible Rewrite Project thus far.  I use these as CliffsNotes to remind myself where I am in the story and what the hell I'm doing.  Basically, the moral of the story is: I am God because I cut up dead animals and sew them back together and make new animals, and you should do it too and be like God also...

    Genesis 1:

    First Nate thinks of every idea that will ever be.
    Then He creates everything--Heaven and earth.
    In Heaven He declares that the greatest animals are sewn together.
    Then He makes plants grow from the earth.  
    These plants have seeds with animal parts in them.
    The parts of animals are growing on the earth before the animals are.
    Then He sewed all the first animals together from the plants He made.
    These first animals were made from those first plants.  
    Then the animals were made to reproduce themselves.
    So we have this fascinating idea that sewn together animals reproduce.
    Then He announces that the animals He has made are blank canvases.
    The animals He made are prototypes.  
    And He gives all the parts and the animals to man for him to sew.
    He also announces that this is the holiest activity known to man.

    Genesis 2:
      
    He rests on the seventh day.
    Before man was ever created, Nate made water come and the first plant.
    The brain of man sprouted from between the petals.
    From a tree trunk came the body.
    Nate took the pieces and sewed together the first human.
    Then He breathed the first breath into man and he was made real.
    Then He planted a garden and put the first man there.  
    All the best trees for growing animal parts were there.
    So He put man there to explore the possibilities of creation with animals.
    Nate told him he could use any parts, just not the ones from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.
    He told him if you do that then that is the day you will die.
    Then He said it is not good for man to be alone.
    From the pieces in the trees Nate sewed together all the animals in existence on earth.
    Then He let Adam name them.
    But Adam was not able to find a helper for himself from the animals.
    He made parts erupt from Adam's own body and Adam sewed them together.
    He made him fall into a deep sleep and when he awoke he sewed Eve together.
    The man and the woman were without clothes but felt no shame.

    Genesis 3:
      
    The snake asks Eve if Nate really said they could not use any animals?
    Eve says they can use animal parts just not the ones from the tree of knowledge.
    Eve says that He said that they would die if they use those parts.  
    The snake says that she can be sure that they will not die.  
    Then Eve sees that there are hanging animal parts that are a perfect fit for her body.
    And that these parts would make her wise and be like Nate.
    She sewed a leopard tail to her back and gave walrus teeth to her husband and he sewed them to his gums.
    Then their eyes were opened and they knew they were naked so they covered themselves with fig leaves.
    So then Nate comes walking through the garden and they hid.
    Nate asks, Have you sewn the parts to your body from the tree of knowledge?
    Adam says Eve gave him the teeth.
    Eve blames the serpent and says she was tricked.
    So then Nate says because of this the serpent will be punished.
    He will be the only animal in the kingdom who will not have limbs sewn unto.
    So then Adam is cursed also to work the land with much struggle for results.
    So man was driven out of the Garden for sewing the parts onto their body.

    Genesis 4:

    Eve gives birth to Cain followed by Abel.
    One day both Cain and Abel brought offerings.
    Cain brought fruit, but Abel brought a home sewn goat with webbed seal feet.
    Nate showed favor to Abel's gift.
    He neglected Cain's gift and Cain got angry.
    Nate asked him why he was angry and warned him not to fall into jealousy or sin.
    Cain kills his brother Abel.  
    Nate asks Cain where his brother is because he can hear Abel's blood crying out from the ground.
    He curses Cain so that he will not be able to make new animals no matter how he tries.
    Cain says he is being punished too harshly and he thinks he will be killed.
    Nate protects him with a mark.
    Adam and Eve had another child named Seth to replace Abel.

    Genesis 5:

    When Nate made man he made them in the likeness of Nate.
    He also named them Man.
    Adam fathered Seth and died at 930.
    Seth fathered Enosh and died at 912.
    Enosh fathered Kenan and died at 905.  
    Kenan fathered Mahalahel and died at 910.
    Mahalahel fathered Jared and died at 895.
    Jared fathered Enoch and died at 962.
    Enoch fathered Methuselah and died at 365.
    Methuselah fathered Lamech and died at 969.
    Lamech fathered Noah and died at 777.
    Noah fathered Shem, Ham, and Japeth.

    Genesis 6:

    When men became many, Nate made sure their daughters were beautiful.
    This way men could have beautiful wives.
    Nate said that His spirit would not stay in man forever.
    There would come a time when man dies around 120 years or much less.
    The men were physically powerful.
    Man was becoming more and more sinful before Nate.
    Every plan and thought in man's heart were sinful.
    Man was sewing animal parts to his own body in unspeakable places.
    Nate was sorry that he made man.
    He decided to destroy His creation and everything on the land including the limbed fruit.
    But Noah found grace in Nate's eyes.
    Noah was a good man in a world of sinful men.
    He did not attach animal parts to himself.
    Instead he made beautiful animals for Nate.
    At this time, man was killing his fellow man for human body parts.
    A man would kill his best friend for his biceps and attach them to himself.
    All men were sick with sin, but Noah was right with Nate.
    Nate told Noah that he was going to destroy all men.
    He gave him instructions on how to make a large boat for him and his family.
    He said bring the limbed fruit and the live animals onto the boat.
    Male and female of the animals.
    Nate said these will remain canvases for man's creation.
    Nate was disappointed with his creation of man, but knew that hope was never lost.

    Genesis 7:

    Nate tells Noah and his family to go into the boat.
    He says that at the time, Noah was the only good one among sinful men.
    He gives him instructions on the numbers of animals to take.
    Nate says that he will send rain for 40 days and 40 nights and destroy everything.
    Noah and his family did everything He told them to do.
    They all went into the boat as the flooding began.
    They each carried a sapling of a plant that would someday grow animal parts.
    All the animals went in and Nate shut them in.
    The water grew deep over the earth and the boat lifted.
    The water was 4 times taller than a man over the top of the mountains.
    The water destroyed everything on the earth.
    Only those on the boat with Noah survived.
    The water covered the earth for 150 days.

    Genesis 8:

    Nate made it stop raining and the water go down.
    The large boat came to a rest at Mount Ararat.
    Still Noah could not actually see dry land.
    To test for dry land, Noah sent out a raven to see if it might return with a twig, but the raven did not return.
    Then Noah sent out a dove, but the dove returned because there was no land for her to land.
    Noah waited and sent out a second dove, but it also returned.
    Noah grew restless and he wanted to get off the boat.
    He wanted to find the land himself.
    So he sewed together many animals that float easily and made an animal bridge.
    One by one, he sewed hippos and polar bears, until he reached shallow water.
    There he found a beautiful olive tree, peeking from the water, growing animal parts, the limbed fruit.
    Still, Noah had to walk back to the ark on his animal bridge since the earth was still covered with water however shallow.
    Finally the water dried up, and Nate told Noah to bring everyone and everything out of the ark.
    Noah made a new animal offering of thanks to Nate that included 4 giraffe necks and 2 pairs of frog's legs.
    Nate promised never to destroy all mankind again.

    Genesis 9:

    Nate says to remake all the animals in the land.
    Nate says that we may eat the new animals that we sew, but that the best sewn creations should not be eaten so others may see them in the future.
    Nate says he will take the life of every animal and person for taking life.
    Whoever takes a life, will have his life taken, Nate says.
    Then He says to teach the children to sew together animals.
    He says that He promises to never destroy all life with a flood again.
    To remind us of His promise, Nate sends clouds in the shapes of new animals.
    And whenever we see them, we are reminded of his promise.
    Noah had a farm and planted a grape field where he made wine.
    He drank too much and his son, Ham, sewed Noah's hand into a pig carcass.
    Then Ham told his two brothers.
    His brothers helped their father in this time and treated him with respect.
    When Noah awoke from his sleep, he knew it was Ham who abused him because he recognized the sewing pattern.
    Noah called to Nate and said, let the land of Canaan, Ham's home, be cursed.
    Noah dies.

    Genesis 10:

    Biblical genealogy is presented.

    Genesis 11:

    Like minded people who spoke the same language decided to make a town together.
    There they would make new animal with the canvases that Nate gave them.
    They built a tower to the Heavens where they could personally offer new animal offerings to Nate and receive artistic advice.
    They wanted to learn from Nate.
    The people ascended the tower and Nate drove in riding a cloud.
    Nate saw the bags of new animals that they had brought and He offered his time to each one.
    Nate thanked them all at the end of day and they descended with His suggestions in their head.
    This idea spread and in each city there would be a tower like in Babel.
    Nate said that He loved their courage in trying to be like Him and they they would get it right someday.
    Also more biblical genealogy.

    Genesis 12:

    Nate told Abram to leave his family and follow His cloud.
    The cloud was in the shape of a new animal made by Nate.
    Abram was in awe of the cloud's shape and Nate said the cloud would lead him to the real animal.
    Abram followed it.
    The cloud lead him to a river where he could only barely make out fish with mustaches.
    The cloud stayed overhead, so Abram knew the animal he was looking for must be close by.
    He asked Nate if it was deep in the water where he could not see?
    Nate was silent.
    So Abram held his breath and swam into the deep.  
    He didn't find the animal, but the mustached fish almost ate him alive.
    Abram asked Nate why He tricked him and almost killed him?
    Nate said that He would not have let him die, and it was only a surprise.
    Nate also said that in good and bad, He will always be Nate.
    Even when terror comes.
    Nate promises that horror will come.
    Abram was grateful and built an alter to Nate.
    Abram traveled with his wife Sarai to Egypt.
    Before they arrived in Egypt, Abram asked that Sarai rub dirt on her face.
    Abram was afraid that if the men saw that she was pretty, they would cut off her body parts to sew onto their own wives.
    When they say Sarai all dirty, they called her a dirty pig.

    Genesis 13:

    A division grew between Lot and Abram.
    They could not agree on territory for their people and animal parts.
    Between their camps, there was a war and men sewed killer new animals to fight in battle.
    They resolved to end their fighting over land and go their separate ways.
    Nate promises to bless Abram with riches, health, and a strong, large family.

    Genesis 14:

    There was a war and Lot was kidnapped.
    Lot was Abram's nephew, so Abram vowed to rescue him.
    Abram gathered a small army of 318 men to get Lot.
    They sewed ferocious warring animals to go into battle.
    Abram rode a horse that had the head of a great white shark.
    They rescued Lot and everything that belonged to him.
    After the victory, Abram was honored by the king of Sodom.
    Abram declined the gifts from the king.
    Abram said that Nate would provide and he didn't want to take too much.
    He would only accept what his army had eaten.

    Genesis 15:

    Nate says He will give Abram a great reward.
    Abram worries that his family will get nothing because he has not bore a son.
    Nate tells him that his family will indeed retain the wealth that He will bless him with.
    It was dark and Nate made it day and brought deer limbs from the trees.
    The deer limbs dropped like branches and fell magically into a perfect line.
    The limbs made a walking bridge so far that Abram could not see the end.
    Nate said that as many limbs as Abram could count would be his offspring.
    Abram believed, yet expressed some doubt.
    Nate said, if you have no faith, you will perish.
    Abram apologized for offending Nate.
    He made Him a blanket made from a mix of animal skins.
    So Nate agreed to give Abram many lands for his descendants.

    Genesis 16:

    Sarai was not interested in child bearing.
    According to her, Nate had blessed her with not motherhood, but animal sewing abilities.
    Sarai told Abram, her husband, that he should have a child with their servant Hagar.
    Abram and Hagar got married and Hagar became pregnant.
    Hagar began to hate Sarai when Hagar got pregnant.
    Sarai made it hard on her servant and she ran away and took the baby with her.
    An angel of Nate finds Hagar and tells her she should return to her masters, Sarai and Abram.
    Hagar returns but not before claiming that Sarai should not have children because she makes new animals.

    Genesis 17:

    Nate tells Abram to obey Him and live right and he will get many children.
    Nate says Abram will father many nations.
    He changes Abram's name to Abraham.
    Nate promises his children a great nation as many great works of art as well.
    As a symbol of Nate's agreement with Abraham and his descendants, Nate asks that they cut their penises off and replace them each with an animal penis.
    This is a religious act of agreement between man and Nate for Nate's promise to Abraham's people.
    They may choose whatever animal penis they like as a replacement.
    Sarai's name changed to Sarah.
    Nate promises a son (to be named Isaac) to Abraham and Sarah.
    Abraham could not believe it because he was 99 years old.
    Regardless, Abraham cut off his piece of skin that day.
    He replaced it with a dolphin.
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    Seeing Double, Feeling Single


    Mark looking George Gurley-ish, Julia and her ta-da's, Chunky Checkers (Need context? Happy Birthday, Lindsay!)

  • The Onion's "The Hater" blog is quite good. Tracy Morgan in Texas, El Paso is quite great.

  • Peter Hyman makes a solid case that Jews need to reclaim the nebbish from people like John Hodgman:
    Yet for all of this success, we seem to have squandered what was, in a more innocent era, one of our most treasured cultural resources: the nebbish, that klutzy, bespectacled mother-loving stereotype of the Jew, the nudnik with the big heart and two left feet who could never hang on to the girl. While we were busy buying khakis and correcting our vision with laser surgery, we let our guard down. We alienated the nebbish, pulling a Duddy Kravitz by looking to Jews who were distinctly anti-nebbish to hold up as role models. Anything that implicated us as fearful or non-confrontational came to seem outdated as Israel triumphed, tough Jews like James Caan kicked ass and the Beastie Boys fought for our right to party. We outgrew the nebbish narrative as a culture. Worse still, this banishment has allowed the gentiles to usurp our anti-hero, appropriating the old world power and counterintuitive charm of the nebbish to great cultural success.
  • Hey, I saw that Law & Order episode when it first aired too! Spooky. (I've come to realize that "Criminal Intent" is by far the best in the L&O franchise. D'Onofrio, Bogosian - I won't say more.) I was annoyed with certain Rachel Corrie aspects of the plot but I never thought the show made Israel look bad, or worse than the truth. Window dressing entertainment for another "wow, the Middle East is really a fucked-up place" story.
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    Chop Chop

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    Monday, March 12, 2007

    Stanton Street Shul-Shine

    Giving back to the community, one rundown shul at a time.
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    West Side Wednesday


    JDub signed Soulico. Show on Wednesday. More info and tracks here.

    Earlier in the night: Jewish Encounters with the Christian Right
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    Friday, March 09, 2007

    Crying Airwolf

    To judge from the article "China builds a superpower fighter," which appeared last month in the International Herald Tribune, China's new J-10 jet fighter is the most impressive weapon since Clint Eastwood stole Firefox.

    Well done, Ken Silverstein, though I might have gone with Airwolf. How many times do you really get the chance to cross hairs with low-signature targets like Jan-Michael Vincent AND Ernest Borgnine in your lede?
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    Thursday, March 08, 2007

    92Y.org Facelift 1.0


    The 92nd Street Y's website has a new look today. The homepage and global navigation have been fance'd up with flash, menu rollovers, RSS badges and the like. The design no longer leans left, opting for a more middle of the road approach that's much easier on the eyes. Other changes are on the way.

    Also, that Frank McCourt/Calvin Trillin talk should be a good one. Maud Newton gave high marks for Trillin's last appearance at the Y.

    UPDATE: The New Yorker got a makeover too. [via Alex Ross]
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    Wednesday, March 07, 2007

    Never Ending Math Equation

    Demands of the New York High School Student Union, 1970:
    1--No suspensions, involuntary transfers, exclusion from classes, detention, harassment of students. Due process for students. 2--No cops in schools, no narcos, security guards, plain clothesmen, informers. 3--No program cards, hall checks, ID's, passes. 4--An end to commercial and general diplomas, one diploma for every student upon graduation. 5--Open admissions to colleges, a college education free for everyone who wants one. 6--Jobs and housing for every student who wants them on graduating, dropping out, or leaving home. The army is not a decent job. 7--No military recruiting in schools, no military assemblies, literature, no sending names to draft boards or recruiters. An immediate end to the draft. 8--Black and Latin departments controlled by Black and Latin students. 9--Community control of the schools and every other community facility. Students are part of the community. 10--POWER! Student control of curriculum, publications, assemblies, clubs, student government, dress, etc. The right to organize politically. 11--We support the fifteen points of the Black and Puerto Rican Citywide HS Council.
    Student Demands at a D.C. Council hearing on school reform, 2007:
    Among the things that they wanted to see in every public school: "books when school starts," "heat in winter," "air conditioning in summer," "healthy meals," "water fountains that work," "music and art classes," "counselors who are able to help us" and "teachers who care about their students and can teach."
    Donate: Classroom Wishlist
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    Tuesday, March 06, 2007

    But It's a Dead Heat


    How many degrees of separation is that?

  • 99 wisely fast-tracks his YM exit strategy.

  • Hmm, what's been missing from YM lately? Oh, I know, a link to a Dr Frank/King Dork interview where I'm mentioned. "Krucoff is a proven traffic generator, so actually I'm not surprised at all." (blush) Just doing my very small part to tell kids that books are cool.

  • Save The Assistants happy hour was yesterday. More 22-year old ass than you could shake a sticky note at. I held juvenile court while three of them hung on my every word about the insurgency. Mine. UPDATE: Pictures at ShaBot ShaBlog. Still chunky enough that I can't tuck in a shirt.

  • For every Nick Denton, there's a polar opposite - a Jewish Englishman in New York who's actually a good guy. Paul was genuinely surprised to discover that YM is written by cardigan-wearing Third World philanthropists.
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    Monday, March 05, 2007

    It Takes Two To Have It Both Ways


    For those who think there's any bad blood between Young Manhattanite and Gawker, you can feed those fears warm milk and expect heavy snoring. It's bedtime for boners. (We've been tested, all clean.) Saturday night, at one of those cool downtown Purim parties in a synagogue basement, Nick Denton and I chatted like old friends. (I would emphasize the "like" but that's implied, no?) Two sociopaths in a pod.

    He is of course My Biggest Fan™ though he can't publicly or privately (maybe even consciously) admit it. It's one of those unspoken understandings that's best conveyed by alcohol's initial urges to begin dancing and direct a head nod across a room full of costumed Jews. In truth and nothing but it, he loves a good shit stirrer and I make his job of dirty-spooning Gawker Media employees easier by doing it for him. Free of charge, I am nothing if not charitable.

    Eventually we got closer and one could have mistaken us for a "couple" but I was very careful and positioned myself at a strict 45 degrees from him at all times because I didn't want anyone thinking I'm into the "dude" thing. (I'm sure it's nice pork, if you can get it, but I'm a heavy bleeder and it would cost a fortune on sheets alone.) As we attempted to talk over "Brick House" it wasn't long before a conga line formed around us. That was really the only awkward moment of the evening as I was forced to limbo between his legs. Fortunately he was dressed as Dame Edna in high heels, though his accent wasn't nearly as overarching. He also extended the courtesy of not ripping ass in my face (hello, it's Eva Braun and Hitler on the Berghof veranda!), something I couldn't have resisted were the tables turned but that's how I roll my fly. Butter knife stylee and all.

    We retired to the cushioned sidelines and I offered to buy him a drink. (It was open bar. Ha! That joke never gets old and he didn't get it, as usual.) Finally when we got so drunk as to not be able to tell the difference between blessed be Coen and cursed be Spiers, he admitted Chris Mohney was a fiasco while managing Gawker. "Good guy" they like to say around the clubhouse and "destined to do great things" but it was evident that managing Gawker wasn't one of them. Call it the Curse of Gridskipper (The Mohney's Paw?) but that course was plotted up the Bearing-with-it Sea without padding from the pistol start. This was clear during his first week on the job. At the time I told Lock as much but he pleaded "As always with any change, let's see how things stand in one month, yes?"

    No. I mean, yes and no. Fast forward a full moon cycle, make sure to calculate the mean syzygya and factor in corrections for a synodic month or two, and even the listless fill-in Gawker Lite girls couldn't mouth "great tastes" due to his clumsy and frustrating dry-docking. The gravitational pull on everyone's nu balls wasn't helping either. Gawker Media had a Category 5 her-a-drain on their hands and Denton's cheapness is so legendary that it was no surprise to anyone when the levees broke. (How far will I go with this? I'll probably stop right before they make The Assimilated Negro croon about his mammy.) You know the rest, Law of the Jugular: Nick and Lock threw Mohney overboard because when the ship is stinking fast, you gotta feed the sharks the biggest guy on deck. Balk was heavily considered but this was no time to kill the sacrificial lame. It was punishment enough to keep him babysitting the young ones. The poor guy even had to concoct his own comedic "get-er-done" catch phrase so people wouldn't mistake his ace material for the ramblings of publishing Neopets, btw.

    [Hey Mohney, just between us. Ask Lock to look you in the eye and explain why you were fired. He couldn't do it with Oxfeld but maybe you're different and easier to lie to at 4am when the beer is warm but free. Make him swear on the lives of family members. That shit always works. But please, stop blaming me for everything. Sure, Denton reads what I write pretty seriously and no doubt it factored into the decision but my nose blood is not on the last straw. And Intern Heather, ask Lock what the "worst part" of hiring you was. It rhymes with four bends and oddly, inhibitors. We'll dive further into the Book of Steele when the California Sunshine Effect wears off.]

    Anyway, where the hell were we? Oh yeah, my sly Haman-hand is inching down the back of Denton's pants. Yes, he waxes and my fingers soon smelled of bleach. He admitted the ban on Young Manhattanite and all things related to me is very real (Julia Allison had to sign a special NDKA before her most recent photo shoot), it's just the cost of doing business in this blog-eat-bag-of-dicks world. I totally understand. I am nothing if not risk-aware. But the ban extends farther than I originally thought.

    In fact, he said not only are they prohibited from linking or mentioning, but it's a standing order to not even read YM. Why? I dunzo, and this might be the wine walking in circles, but I think it has something to do with screwing their heads too tightly and the girls shitting out an inferiority complex. Apparently I have higher breasts and a bigger IQ than them. Sorry about that. Do more push-ups or read a magazine without pictures. Something! On the plus side (man, again with the titty sizes), signs of life from Balk have been detected since Choire busted up Mohney's poop party on the plank walk. I hope this doesn't mean he will he re-lobotomized.

    Oh yeah, what about that old new-old guy? The original contagonist comes back with fresh ink on his hands and sass-tickling feathers in his cap. Most likely the receiver of Denton's ransom to make the return (you think he's in it for a resumé-builder?), Choire is doing admirably well even if Judy has lost some of her punch this time around. (That's pronounced JEW-day.)

    Alsdfgajkdgd, y'all.
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    Sunday, March 04, 2007

    The Screen Door Slams on Tobacco Road


    Maryland's Dress Waves for the Big Dance: 2006-2007 Regular Season
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    Friday, March 02, 2007

    You Are The Generation That Bought Payless Shoes


  • Laid-Off Dad Q&A: Would have asked Sac but, like Africans who eat their own $100 laptop, West Coast parenting is a myth.
  • Robert Marshall: 100 Words on Museum Tripping: Started reading his book A Separate Reality and it's near-perfect for my tastes. The 70s, Jews, Arizona - not a myth.
  • Bubbe's Blog: Talked my mom into joining the fatblogging movement (yeah yeah, I'll start next week after I recover from my Purim hangover) and if you leave a nasty comment I will...probably do nothing. Having thick skin is the problem.
  • Alex Ross: "What's happened to our sleepy little operatic backwater? Let the pandemonium begin." Consider this a thinly veiled threat of anorexic proportions. Yeah, I'm talking to you. Stop walking in my foreshadow.
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    Thursday, March 01, 2007

    Chop Chop

    Hey Krucoff, I hope you like my music selections... "Hot Blooded"???


    Previously: IN CASE YOU MISSED THESE COMMENTS

    Mysterious flower: that passage and that picture scare me, but I missed you, Nate. How's the teevee stuff going?

    Nate: It's nice to be missed. Especially since mom thinks I might be killed soon. Then I remind her that I live in Bed Stuy and I'm more afraid of the 15 year old kid who lives next door to me. Perhaps next time a hood rat messes with me I can spray him with a packet of animal blood. Plan B, is to run like hell.

    Nate: Oh and TV is going well. The next episode of Chop Chop will hopefully be uploaded today.

    Mysterious flower: I love the name. You have to stick around, Nate- take care of yourself.
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    Gini and Juice: How the Sausages Make It with Each Other

    The Bruiser: Oh, ps, nice graphic today. You better get hopping on that book deal. I was talking up a stats guy who might be useful. I'm going back to writing a post about fucking Judith Regan in an SS outfit.

    The Loser: The book deal ran away from me (again) on Saturday night when my Bud Light charm (or was it the Hebrew Genesis?) took over. On the plus side, I did manage to play nice when meeting Maura who writes for Idolator and she confessed to being a big YM fan.

    The Cruiser: You're fighting the good fight. Keep it up. Talented, successful people must be stopped.

    The Bruiser: I keep hearing Hebrew Genesis as Parthenogenesis, which perfectly seems to describe your affect on women. You guys can have that one. It's free. Make a post about internal comms, and I'll make a smarmy art criticism joke that I immediately explain, because I either don't respect the intellect of my compatriots, or I'm that much of a wanker.

    The Loser: Look out, death from below.

    Click image to instigate.

    UPDATE: Ben Popken of Consumerist (yes, that one!), a big fan of McDonald's and Worst Company in America poll-maker, added a comment to the egg-on-my-logo page. Try to find it!
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