Friday, November 30, 2007

BREAKER BREAKER: WEEKEND PLANS UPDATE

This is awkward, but the Young Manhattanite Holiday Party is tonight. I know! Weird, right? It was long planned to be a closed dinner affair with staff and dates but I decided no one could bring a date after Chelsea Peretti turned me down. (I swear I will make up for past transgressions, just give me a chance. I'm partying with Showalter tomorrow!) We're also opening it up. Lolita. 9ish. Come early, stay latke!

Satuday afternoon we'll be soaking in indie book culture with DC punk legends.
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BREAKING: Sicha Out, Emily Too (From What We Can Tell, But Don't Take It From Us); Nation's Officemonkeys Get Back to Work To Work, Finally

Choire Sicha, rubber bands.

So that happened. What will follow is the proverbial phase of canonization, as happens to any project as grand as Gawker's was: a little horse-trading, playing off of former glories, who-do-you-know and I-know-such-and-such, as old fogies roll off into the mist until the day when we will finally be able to admit to ourselves and one another how truly great it really was. Until then, though, lest we suffer another generation of dotcommers, YM's decided its time is better spent at the races. But while we're there, our money will be on Moe.
Sklar does her inimitable thing here. The Observer reports that both are out. Will n plus 1 do Gawker in for good? Stay tuned, superfriends et al.
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Thursday, November 29, 2007

Platform Shoos

As I'm sure it's been noted here before, 99's not/day/job/blog involves decon-positing highfalutin' urban studz. Dude's got Fat Albert's boom box in one hand and a $25 per issue architectural mag from Italy in the other, so make sure to stand with feet shoulder width apart and don't hold your breath waiting for the ice to melt.

I'm glad so much energy is being put into saving the high line. Even though it has little historical relevance to anything currently in the city, it serves as a cosmic thread knitting together the idealized vision of high art, high commerce and really fucking high real estate values. Plus it served briefly as the touchstone for white middle-class photo blogger urban adventuring. I can imagine the likes of Jason Kottke and Jake Dobkin wiping a poignant eye at some future SoHo Apple Store conference as they talk about the good old days. An aspiring media studies NYU student asks one of them about the odd doorway in the corner of one of their photos. "That, oh, that's the entrance to Comme des Garçons; they opened a couple years before I moved to the city." So, yeah, I want to get to one of those Highline Ballroom fund raisers toot sweet.

Continue reading: Ain't no platform high enough...
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Jews in the Beerlight


Metal Israel: Up Your Aish

I'm volunteering this Sunday at the Y's Hanukkah Festival. I signed up to work the Judah Maccabee photo booth. Come join and remember a time when 4-foot Jews ruled the land with iron-plated kippas and 12-pronged menorah swords.

What about the rest of the weekend? Glad you asked. Shake the sheets with Kinky Jews for a Naked Shabbos on Friday night (really independent minyans) and then havdallah with Michael Showalter and Michael Ian Black on Saturday.

Previously: Masada Rock with Rashanim
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Kreepie Kats PSA: Sloane Crosley Disease & You

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Monday, November 26, 2007

Acceptance Speech


First I'd like to thank all my fellow taxidermists of the world for your support. I mean you've been just amazing. Without you pushing me to become better, there's no way I would have made it this far. Infact if I could, I'd like to read a letter from a taxidermist in Arkansas that I recieved just today. I hope you're listening Buck.

"Nate... Your art is garbage. Your 'taxidermy' is a lame attempt at creativity and is nothing but animal disrespect. If you called it anything but taxidermy, I'd give it an open minded thought, but don't call what you do taxidermy. No need to respond to my email, it will only be deleted."

Thanks Buck and to all the other Bucks of the world...I say thank you. This is for you!
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Animal Chopping Wednesdays!!!

New girl stroking my ego:

New Chop Chop:
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Yikes

It's nice to meet someone creepier than me. Today I received this idiotic email message...

"are you intrested in buying dead carcases i have many in my basement in my freezer, dear, bear, bunnys, turtles, lots of intresting stuff that would be great on your show and great for me to get rid of for a little bit of cash. i really enjoy running around my neighbourhood looking for kittens and puppys to kill, i catch them then feed them food poison so there is no gory death, untill i send them to you then i laugh my ass off at your beautiful art."
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Greer's Farm

Dude! I hear you loud and clear, just like... hold on, gotta Google something...ok, just like the limited edition Mudhoney/Gas Huffer 7" shaped like a sawblade! That's fuckin' fierce. I can't tell you how many alarms your post set off. Well I could, but then I'd have to smoke you. (Sorry, little joke I have with early detection systems professionals.)

What am I doing?? Besides my heroic feats of humanism? SMSing my life away, running from office (don't be fooled by Ron Paul, he never banged Linda Ronstadt!), working the non-prof sector because there is no community without a center (just made that up) but still dreaming about life as a drugged mule. I'm horribly addicted to a game called Zuma which I play on my phone non-stop when I should be reading a book on the subway and shitter. Thing is, I mastered it 6 months ago but I keep playing the last level over and over even though it presents no challenge. I'm not sure how this stalled pattern fits into Rex Sorgatz's original theory about "the game of life" but I'll take the less circuitous path to the literal - I really like matching colored balls that explode. I swear, it's just like that summer where all we did was eat acid, play Tetris, watch Tron and canvas for the environment. Mother Christ of Superbly Angled Erections, we really did show 1990 what it was all about. Ribbit.

Incidentally, no gf at the moment but I met a sweet Persian Jew last night who I told, 5 drinks deep, that we had a connection. Something about those Bronx Science chickees, so much cooler than the Stuy haps. Anyway, she agreed and we parted without exchanging contact info. That's the crazy part about being Jewish, you rely so much on destiny. We got this far, right? Oddly, I did not meet her at the Birthright Monologues I attended earlier in the evening. How the how was that? Good question. Short answer: rhymes with anti-diaspora. I dunno, Matisyahu was there hanging out and checking the scene but he left before I could start something between him and Aaron of JDub. I joke! But only because I'm serious. I mean, if Showalter pulls the same shit, well let's just say it will be a very sad morning for indie comedy. This is where I would make a Sub Pop reference about Eugene Mirman and tie in something about the writer's strike (btw, YM is officially FOR the strike but AGAINST the strikers - take that, Joel Stein!) but the only advice I have for the starving fuckers is to grow some balls and start their own network. Just don't charge more than $5 a show, ok?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to leave a comment on a 3 year old Gawker post because someone told me that Nick Denton is "following" me.

Bad Religion - "Fuck Armageddon, This Is Hell"
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Monday, November 19, 2007

Your World, Our Business

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Rum, Sodomy & The Lash

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Acceptance Speech


Wow, this is such a surprise!!! I thought I was going to be one of those crazy artists that no one cares about when they're alive and I see no money or fame and then when I die I sort of get a little attention 50 years later and not much else. Wow, oh my God.

I guess God has a sense of humor after all. All my friends are here. Hey Teresa! She's going to be in a bikini soon posing for me. Telling me that I'm the greatest artist of all time. Wow. Thanks.

I'd like to thank my parents for all their support even though they thought I was pretty crazy. They still sent money.

to be continued...
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Bible Rewrite Project (improved)



Main points of my re-written (Genesis 1-2):

1. Heaven is the place where the grandest animals are sewn together.

2. Before animals or man existed on earth, Nate created seeds that grew animal parts from them.

3. Nate took these parts growing from the plants and trees and sewed together the first animals of the earth.

4. Nate set these animals loose to reproduce. Yes, the sewn together animals can reproduce among by themselves.

5. Nate decreed that these first animals that He made are only prototypes. They are blank canvases for man to improvise upon.

6. Nate grew the first human being from the earth. The brain came from a flower. The arms and legs came from a tree trunk. Nate took these pieces and sewed them together to make the first human being. Then he breathed into its mouth and gave it life.

7. Nate took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to explore the possibilities of creation and make new animals. That was why Nate made man.

8. Adam was free to use any animal parts in the garden, but he was forbidden by Nate to sew animal parts from the tree of knowledge to his own body.

9. To make a helper for Adam, Nate sewed all the animals we have today together from the animal parts that were scattered in the tress.

10. Adam could not find a suitable companion from the animals Nate made, so Adam made a companion from his own body with the help of Nate. The parts literally grew from Adams body after Nate put him in a deep sleep. When he awoke, Adam sewed the pieces together.


New main points from Genesis 3:

1. Nate made the serpent.

2. The serpent tells Eve that she will not die if she sews animal parts from the tree of knowledge onto herself. The serpent tells her that she will become like Nate if she does so, knowing good and evil. She believes him and sews a leopard tail onto her back. She gave walrus teeth to Adam who sewed them to his gums. They then lost their innocence and knew they were without clothes.

3. Nate punishes the snake for his trickery by making him the only
animal in the kingdom who will not be a canvas for man or woman to add limbs unto.

4. Nate punishes Adam by making his day to day work very hard.


And now back to The Bible Rewrite Project...

NOTE: Original Text appears in Italics. Rewrite follows in Plain Text.

Genesis 3

Man Does Not Obey God

Now the serpent was more subtle than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman, "Yea, hath God said, `Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden'?" And the woman said unto the serpent, "We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden, but of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, `Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it,lest ye die.'"

Man Does Not Obey Nate

The snake was wickedly clever. He was more able to fool others than any animal which Nate had made. He said to the woman, "Did Nate say that you could not use the animal parts growing from the trees in the garden to make new animals?" The woman said, "We may use all the limbed fruit of the trees in the garden. But from the tree which is in the center of the garden, Nate has said, 'Do not sew those animal parts to your own body, or you will die.

And the serpent said unto the woman, "Ye shall not surely die; for God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil." And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof and ate, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he ate. And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves things to gird about.

But the snake said to the woman, "No, you can be sure that you will not die! For Nate knows that when you sew those parts to you body, your eyes will be opened and you will be like Nate, knowing good and evil." Then suddenly, the woman saw that from the tree of knowledge of good and evil hung parts that were a perfect fit for her body. They were pleasing to the eyes and could fill the desire of making one wise. So she took a leopard tail growing from the bottom branch and sewed it to her back. She found walrus teeth for her husband, and he sewed them to his gums. Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew they were human and without clothes. So they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves clothing.

And they heard the voice of the LORD God, walking in the garden in the cool of the day. And Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God amongst the trees of the garden. And the LORD God called unto Adam and said unto him, "Where art thou?" And he said, "I heard Thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; and I hid myself." And He said, "Who told thee that thou wast naked? Hast thou eaten of the tree whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?" And the man said, "The woman whom Thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I ate." And the LORD God said unto the woman, "What is this that thou hast done?" And the woman said, "The serpent beguiled me, and I ate."

Then they heard the sound of Nate walking in the garden in the evening. The man and his wife hid themselves from Nate among the trees of the garden. But Nate called to the man. He said to him, "Where are you?" And the man said, "I heard the sound of You in the garden. I was afraid because I was without clothes. So I hid myself." Nate said, "Who told you that you were naked? Have you sewn parts from the tree of which I told you not to sew? Have you sewed them to your body?" The man said, "The woman gave me walrus teeth off the tree, and I sewed them in my mouth." Then Nate said to the woman, "What is this you have done?" And the woman said, "The snake fooled me. That is why I did what I did."

And the LORD God said unto the serpent, "Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field. Upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life. And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her Seed; It shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise His heel."

Then Nate said to the snake, "Because you have done this, you will be hated and will suffer more than any cattle, and more than every animal in the field. From this day forward, you will be the only animal in My kingdom who will not be a canvas for man or woman to add limbs unto. You will be footless for the rest of your days. You will go on your stomach and you will eat dust all the days of your life. Man will crush your head, and you will crush his heel."

And unto Adam He said, "Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree of which I commanded thee, saying, `Thou shalt not eat of it,' cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life. Thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee, and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread till thou return unto the ground, for out of it wast thou taken; for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."

Then Nate said to Adam, "Because you have listened to the voice of your wife and have eaten from the tree of which I told you, "Do not eat," the ground will be cursed. By hard work you will eat food from it all the days of your life. It will grow thorns and thistles for you. You will eat the plants of the field, but only from back breaking work. You will eat bread by the sweat of your face, until you return to the ground, because you were taken from the ground. You are dust, and to dust you will return."

And Adam called his wife's name Eve, because she was the mother of all living. Unto Adam also and to his wife did the LORD God make coats of skins, and clothed them.

The man called his wife's name Eve, because she was the mother of all living. And Nate made clothes of animal skins for Adam and his wife and dressed them.

And the LORD God said, "Behold, the man has become as one of Us, to know good and evil. And now, lest he put forth his hand and take also of the tree of life, and eat and live for ever"-- therefore the LORD God sent him forth from the Garden of Eden to till the ground from whence he was taken. So He drove out the man; and He placed at the east of the Garden of Eden cherubims and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.

Then Nate said, "See, the man has become like one of Us, knowing good and bad. Now then, he might put out his hand to take from the tree of life also, and sew and live forever." So Nate sent him out from the garden of Eden, to work the ground from which he was taken. So He drove the man out. And He placed cherubim east of the garden of Eden with a sword of fire that turned every way. They kept watch over the path to the tree of life.


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The Night I Went Drinking With Veronica Belmont



I order the first round. Veronica Belmont is wearing the robot shirt she always wears when she asks me to go out drinking. I compliment her on her shirt and her face. The waiter comes back with our drinks. "Cheers," I say to Veronica. I am holding my glass waiting for her to chink my glass. "One second," she says. Out of her pocketbook she pulls out a peanut butter sandwich and a ceramic plate where she puts the peanut butter sandwich. "Before I start drinking, I want to line my stomach with this sandwich," she says. "I really hate when my liver just starts burning stored energy." It takes her a half hour to eat the sandwich. I am still holding my glass waiting for her to chink.

We finish our beers around the same time. She pulls out a glass of water from her pocketbook and rapidly drinks the water. I am staring at her because she is drinking the water really quickly and some of it is dripping onto her robots. "Don't stare at me like that!" she kids, but in a voice that means "you're gonna need to do a lot better than that to see these robots." I am thinking about her robots when all the sudden she hands me her empty beer glass. "Here," she says. "Pee into this glass." I tell her I do not have to pee, and also feel uncomfortable urinating in a public space such as the bar we are in. "Pee into the fucking glass," she demands. "Pee in it!" I pee into the glass. "Now give me the glass." She holds it up to the light, sort of like how wine experts will hold up their glasses before they drink the wine they drink. I am now really anxious she is going to start drinking my pee. She puts the glass down. "Good," she says. "Very good."

I am trying not to be presumptuous but am also hoping we are going to order another round of drinks. I bought the first round and feel like it is only fair that we buy another round of drinks and that she pay for this round. "I think I'd like another drink!" I say. I really want another drink. "I've got a better idea," she purrs. "Let's go into the bathroom. I've got something to show you." This is an amazing break I am catching, since after two drinks I am often subject to mild performance anxiety. Nothing that keeps me from getting it up, but I often have trouble finishing. Before we get up she fixes herself a box of crackers and some bagels. "I like crackers and bagels because they're bready," she says. The innuendo is through the roof. I do not know if I will even make it to the bathroom.

We lock the door. She pulls out a tiny medicine bottle and begins pouring its contents onto a flat ledge. She pours the whole thing out into a pile and nosedives into the pile and begins to sufflate. I think I am in love. "Here, you try," she says. Her nose is covered in powder. "It's Vitamin B6," she says. "Helps break down the acetaldehyde from the alcohol." While I am doing this she sits on the toilet and pees pretty much nonstop for three minutes. She has to flush in the middle of this session because, I think, the toilet bowl was filled to the brim with her urine. She stops peeing finally. Now her head is between her legs. She pulls it back up and sees me looking and she laughs. "That must have looked so weird to you!" she says. "Let me explain. I'm conducting a pee color test on myself. The darker the urine, the drunker I am. Here, look." I stick my head between her legs. At this point I have already had ten orgasms and am currently in the throes of my eleventh. "It's pretty clear, isn't it!" she shouts. Twelve orgasms. "I am going to get such a good restful night of sleep tonight."
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

MahaloToDo

Calacanis asked, I'm answering. I would like:

  • Hanukkah in Jewish Holidays. Yitz the season and all.

  • How to Conquer All Media. From beginning to end, best practices, tech specs, etc.

  • Nude Photos of Veronica Belmont (Real or Fake)

  • Blogging Cheats

    Related: IT blog coughs up a Mahalo lunger.
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    Monday, November 12, 2007

    Stupid People Hate To Change Their Mind (Bush and Rove Know That)

    Video and audio of Norman Mailer at the 92nd Street Y. To honor the man, YM will be sending operatives dressed in ape suits to the Seeds of Peace comedy benefit show tomorrow night to push people around. Really.

    Also, please welcome Riffmarket's NBS to the conversation. If he doesn't chime in again for another 6 months, we'll understand but continue to look for him on Google Earth.
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    Friday, November 09, 2007

    Who Are You And Why Am I Here



    Six months late, no excuses left to me, plus this strike wherein my million-dollar coworkers fight with their million-dollar bosses over nickels and dimes while the steamroller that is unlimited bandwidth interweb moves unperturbed everyone's direction--Nassim Nicholas Taleb, throw some Ds on me! Your book is the new Rogue Wave! Six months late, I was a real Young Manhattanite then, in that dump across the old Red Bar, blocking up mouseholes with duct tape and catching chills whenever I walked by that trashcan with all the mosaic tiles on it, taking art pictures of those siamese pipes because I thought they looked like you know whats, thought it'd make a nice Rivington Arms show. In conclusion:

    1. Polehuggers on the F train, plus that girl beside me who (via pole) bisected her chest this morning and got offended because I saw it all, What is the What indeed!

    2. Drizzt Do'Urden haters, it's not his fault the "Eugene Lang School" (nice of you to call spades spades, love, get that cheddar) didn't have a Fucking Awesome department with electives in Mindfucks For Thirteen-Year-Olds and Forgotten Realms: Where Us Fat Kids Don't Have To Tell Everybody "It's Just Baby Fat, It'll Go Away With Puberty." Yes! You are still making D&D jokes when AD&D's been around for three decades! That overclass culture that demands physical perfection out of every and all, the one you think you're ripping down pithy post after pithy post, is the one you need the most ain't it! Get that compte! You are the new Jerry Spinelli! Stick your tits out and tell them all who you are! Give Henry and Ribsy the reamings they deserve! Hardy Boys more like Farty Boys! Maniac Magee more like Gayniac Fagee! Ramona Quimby Age 26, A Visit to the Therapist!
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    I, Hate Music


    Linda Ronstadt hates music too.

    I find it hard to follow new music seriously, much less write about it, because you inevitably get to this unenviable point.

    The Mad - "I Hate Music"
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    Thursday, November 08, 2007

    Shrinking Violet: Hot Branded

    Every year, NYU's introductory journalism class conducts a survey of the undergraduate student body. This year, the survey was focused on interest in the presidential election and voting in general. Barack Obama, who recently visited campus, did well. But I was less interested in who NYU students might vote for -- after all, the 18-25 demographic is historically the least likely to vote, much less show up to primary caucuses -- and more interested in news brand awareness at the school with the most popular brand name in higher education.

    Top Five News Organization Mentions:
    1. CNN: 33%
    2. NYT: 28%
    3. CC: 6%
    4. Fox: 4%
    5. BBC: 4%
    (percentage of respondents who named a publication)

    Specifically, I was interested in the question "Name the top news or information source to which you turn to learn about the campaign." It's no mystery that one of the reasons companies are throwing money at Facebook is to calcify brand identities amongst youth who will carry those prejudices through life. And while NYU undergrads chose mainstream outlets like the Times and CNN by a broad margin, those were just two of 109 publications mentioned by the 77 percent of respondents who listed one or more brand names. Read more...

    NYU Undergraduate news organization brand recognition distribution
    (click on graph for complete data)


    Looking at the parabola of the graph above, you might recognize the distribution of Chris Anderson's "Long tail." While my other boss, in reiterating a popularly held opinion, pointed out that the greatest beneficiary of the niche content theory has been Mr. Anderson, I have to admit that the survey provides compelling evidence that the Wired editor isn't entirely full of shit. Yes, mainstream "objective" sources dominate, but there is a shift toward broader range of publications with smaller audiences.

    Think how this graph would have looked in 1994, when I first showed up at NYU. The major dailies, alt weeklies, a few magazines and the broadcast and cable stations would have been all that anyone on campus knew. Yahoo didn't have a news portal, and Google didn't exist -- and both of those sites direct readers to hundreds of other sites like Gothamist, Truthout, Wonkette, the Huffington Post, Perez Hilton, Wikipedia and Barely Political (which, along with aggregators like YouTube, Digg, Facebook and Reddit were all mentioned as sources by students).

    Sitting in class two weeks ago when the results were first presented, dozens of students tittered when it was announced that nearly seven percent of those questioned didn't know what the iPod Touch was. The question implied: "What rock must those troglodytes be living under?" That a third of the students who did recognize the brand would trade one for next year's vote didn't get any laughs. Thankfully.

    Troubling was that, for the variety of reading, celebrities still stood strong. Anderson Cooper, Bill O'Reilly, Bill Maher and Oprah Winfrey were all mentioned specifically -- as were relatively dimmer lights Robin Meade and Tyra Banks. Comedy Central, represented by The Daily Show with John Stewart and The Colbert Report, was the third most popular news source. How did Stewart fare versus Colbert? 95 to 71 in media mentions, but Colbert won thanks to another 42 mentions inspired by a write-in presidential candidacy impeccably timed to coincide with the WGA strike.

    So while NYU students prefer Obama-flavored executive privilege, and who's to blame them, the Facebook generation won't mint any candidates this year (though they will provide all sorts of hot foot soldiers), while you can count on the boomers to support Clinton. But these are the same kids who will be producing Hollywood movies, running Florida real-estate scams and managing hedge funds when Jeb runs.

    Hence, there's plenty of reasons to stay cynical, yet Obama supporters should feel a bit better about their chances against Bush frères in 2016 or so.
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    Wednesday, November 07, 2007

    Chinatown Garbage Dig

    Thursday the 8th is the Chinatown Garbage Taxidermy Tour. You should come, bitch. In a nutshell, we put on latex gloves and dig in Chinatown garbage to find things that we can make taxidermy out of. Afterwards we drink beers at the bar. In fact, the first five people to show up for the tour, get a beer on me. What fun this is. Then after it's all over, if you're lucky, we all go home and make love to this. Sorry, I just had to get that song in this post somehow. Such a lovely song, no? By the way, ladies, I swear to God I'm not gay even though this video would strongly suggest otherwise.

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    Fuckbook, Etc.

  • As if Lindsayism's Kid Nation reports weren't enough to suck you into NY Mag's Vulture blog (actually, knock-out job by all of the mag's online efforts these days, must have something to do with kicking Oxfeld to the deadwood version), Fluxblog's Matt Perpetua will be guest writing there for the rest of November. I appreciated his recent Archers retread, a band I lived off for a good year.

  • Elizabeth Spiers - exhale - what will I say that I've said a million times before? Well, let's start with the Slate biz. The idea that they offered her the job is laughable. I don't mean to doubt the rumor, I believe it 100%, but that's the laughable part. Did this reputable news organization do any research and talk to any of her past employers/employees? Do they possess any "insider" knowledge? My god, the media circle is a small one, even or especially in New York, and you don't have to travel far on the circumference to get the short line on her track record, which isn't exactly getting her onto bookshelves next to Jack Welch or, shit, Gawker. In theory it would have been a great move for her but even she must have foreseen the eventual flameout and boot she would have got. Thrice bitten, now once and for all gun shy?

    But, as people have pointed out here many times, I am indeed in love with The Spiers and I do have nice things to say about her. (My mom honestly scolded me once with "will you stop picking on her!" which cast my usually defiant immaturity in a whole new romper room light.) I will say that I think her book, whenever it is due to sling the shelves, is going to be critically praised and that (even or especially, take your pick) I will enjoy it. She is obviously smart, well-read and an engaging writer when she wants be (though incredibly lazy on that point) and while that's not always enough for the good book recipe, I am convinced of her "special sauce" to produce a hot-selling bun cake. Everything that makes her terrible at covering news of the day and managing a staff is probably a working advantage in her effort to become a respected novelist. Plus, look at her in this picture again, it's like she going to war in Williamsburg - both Brooklyn and Colonial Virginia. With garb this retarded, she can be the Madam Ant of the literary world. My gold bars and silver wings are on her.

  • Honestly, this Facebook nonsense has gone too far. I won't try to wrap this into one of my usual word butchering or poorly executed mixed metaphors, but if anyone I know gets on board to "identify themselves as fans of a product" then please don't ever fuckin' talk to me again because I don't identify with you. (Unless of course that product is non-profit and charitable.) "Social advertising" is not a new term but jesus fiber christ, it's like pay-per-post without the pay. I could go on but I fear I would just repeat the same "fuck fuck fuck" sentence endlessly. You get the point. Or you don't.

  • I went to this wedding. Pictures here and here. The Werewolf Bar Mitzvah look is in.

  • Pegboy - "Through My Fingers"
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    Monday, November 05, 2007

    I Been Cartoonized



    Enjoy the adventures of Jimbo the P.R. Clown. I kind of wish I had that much hair. I won't let real life interfere with cartoon life (somebody apparently didn't get *that* memo)...but let's hope there's further installments--funny stuff. I think my favorite is the one in which I'm choking on my friend's penis.

    Send your Behrle story ideas to James Blake at greatgag at yahoo dot com.

    Update: The Jimbo site went down shortly after this post--it's a good thing I copied all the images, wrote a little music and made them into web episodes...



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    Friday, November 02, 2007

    Giving Because It Hurts


    It didn't come without a little bit of pain but I threw in another $1,000 yesterday to put Young Manhattanite over Curbed on the final day of the Donors Choose Blogger Challenge. (It will be a very slim Hanukkah for Krucoff nieces and nephews this year.) Special thanks to Peter B. for the early help and everyone else like Janelle, Greg, Eileen, Lawrence, Robert, Mom, etc. who pitched in.

    YM might not have the $1.5 million in financing that Curbed recently received, but our ad-free investment portfolio is comprised of stocking bookshelves, communal bonds, mutual understanding and assets in English as a foreign language.

    Ben Weasel - "The Rays of the Sun"

    Oh, nice to see Slate get in on the philanthropy coverage. Good stuff except for the fantasy league which was graduate-level econonsensical bullshit.
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