Archive for June, 2006
Wednesday, June 14th, 2006
“Down Down Down” by The Presets is absolutely kicking my ass recently. It’s the greatest song to walk to. You feel amazing and powerful when it’s on your iPod and you’re making your way through snoots and weirdos to your office in SoHo.
My birthday is tomorrow. I am turning 16 and MTV will be there to film it. Bow Wow is performing. Or maybe it was Bow Wow Wow, I can’t remember. It’s either a kid who was born in the 80s who likes candy, or a band that was famous in the 80s for singing about liking candy.
JUST KIDDING!
Actually, though, Young Love is performing for my birthday. Or rather, on my birthday. Coincidentally. On Thursday night when the clock hits twelve, you can join me up front for Young Love at Stolen Transmission (at Annex – Orchard St. between Stanton & Rivington), where I will be taking photos for the “party” section of StolenTransmission.com. I will be there doing that and having fun with all of you until 3 or 4, and then Andrea and Kathy and Anna and I are going to Bryant Park to see Prince on Good Morning America at 7am. Join us if you can stand up. There’s lots planned for Friday and Saturday, too.
Is this true for you? It’s been my experience that people who use the word “drama” all the time are the most likely to cause it, and the most likely to think it’s everyone else who’s causing it. I hate that word. When people say “no drama” and “I avoid drama” and “this is drama” they lose so many points. It’s a dumb word.
Wednesday, June 14th, 2006
A friend of mine is having a bitch of a time finding a new apartment in New York. If you know of anything that meets the specifications below, opening soon, please let me know.
Location: Manhattan (below Harlem)
Max Price: $1300 (preferably 1250 or something like that)
With stove and hopefully laundry in building
OR
Location: Brooklyn very close to subway
Max Price: $900 for studio and $1300 for 1 bedroom (of decent size)
With laundry in building and stove
Monday, June 12th, 2006
The new edition of Joey’s book,
has on the back a big quote from the Junk review:
Monday, June 12th, 2006
How much of the following is predicated on the assumption that these bottles were much fuller on Thursday?
Are Anna’s leopard glove-things tied to the spirit of an actual leopard, forcing her to pounce and bare her teeth at anyone with a flash?
Is Sophia’s birthday only once a year? Or is she one of the lucky popular few who gets several birthdays because there’s only so much of her to spread around at a single party?
Um, can I get in the middle of this, just for a second?
How many kids in the midwest would pay big $ to be in my shoes at this moment?
Should Janelle have purchased the pricey Patricia Field cape despite only being able to wear it twice — once normal and once reversed?
How did Alfie turn out so cool coming from Yorktown?
Did Julian come away with a chunk of Kelsey’s stunning Kandinsky shoulder?
Is Chelsea my totally illegal girlfriend?
What can you say to render Anna speechless?
What’s that on Kai’s arm?
Is it a brand new finely detailed Alice in Wonderland tattoo that she got on St. Mark’s while Kathy and I bought me some red pants at Trash & Vaudeville where the super hot punk boy totally checked me out?
And how did I forget that Carlen would be at the Houston American Apparel? Was it fate that brought me to her?
Coney Island: is this what it always looks like outside on Robynn’s birthday?
Did the gray clouds disappear specifically so that she could wear AN ITSY-BITSY TEENY-WEENY YELLOW POLKA DOT BIKINI…
…THAT SHE WORE FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY?
Are we looking at a photo of Robynn and Brad? Or is it a negative of Brad and Robynn?
How did I grow wings? Do i still have them?
Is there anything gayer than this?
Is Andy radioactive, or just sunburnt?
How many women were punched in the making of this photo?
How authentically Brooklyn is this wall I forced Joey to stand against?
Saturday, June 10th, 2006
First, I will give you this:
Just take a moment with Dan. …Okay.
Is Sarah officially coming out as the long-lost Olsen triplet?
Did Young Love tear the place down and perform like cats under a hot tin roof? And who exactly was it that yelled to the drummer: “you’re so black right now!” Was it a friend of the drummer? Or was it a drunk douchebag? Can it be both?
Am I going to fall into Karen’s bountiful bosom and encounter a half-man named Mister Tumnus who will lead me to an ice queen that I will defeat to become one of four kings of Mammarnia?
Just how many points did this exchange bring Brandon up over Dan in the eternal battle that rages within me over who owns my heart?
How did Kathy end up on a date with Emofag Extraordinaire?
Consider these next two the “free spaces” in the game of hot people bingo that occurs every Thursday night at Annex:
Wednesday was Andy’s birthday, and he stuck his head through a tire that was bigger than his whole person:
Then after seeing Diana, Emily, Ben, and Sarah at HiFi,
and with Derek along for the ride,
we headed to Stereo to dance to a bunch of strange two year old hip-pop with Sinead and Dana and Shannon!
PS: Gurj is an elbowsucker.
Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
Thanks to Gwen and George, you can now add this blog o’ mine to your Livejournal friends list (should you want to), and you’ll see these blog posts in your own private little Livejournal friends window: syndication is fun!
And, they did it for Kathy, too. The internet is magic!
If those links don’t make any sense to you, then you’re an idiot! Ha ha ha! But seriously. Just add “ihatebradwalsh” and/or “disinterestenui” to your Livejournal friends list manually, and that should do the trick.
Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
First, let me just say, and Kathy can attest to this: I loved Anderson Cooper before it was cool to love Anderson Cooper. I loved him when he still had some semblance of a history of hair color. I loved him when everyone else told me I was crazy. I loved him years ago.
Yesterday I dragged my ass to the Barnes & Noble where he was doing his book signing when I got out of work, and I even got a good seat. But when the woman next to me muttered and sort of kicked my leg, and I overheard the staff saying he’d be late and the bathroom was closed, I decided I would rather get the hell out of there and eat a sandwich. So Kathy and I went to Cosi and had the meal of a lifetime. Surprisingly, I still think I made the right decision.
Also, the woman who wrote this for McSweeney’s totally Kaavya’d Kathy’s piece from Junk a few months ago. Jen Michalski, you’re on my shit list.
I’m sick and I’m tired and I’m at my desk anyway because I feel guilty taking sick days, but in my particular letters from strangers inbox this morning I got one that said this:
“i had your version of ‘two of hearts’ on a mix cd and i played it at work today. customers kept asking who it was by. they loved it. just thought you’d like to know you’re appreciated.”
When I was a young cornfed Ohioan and wrote notes in school to musicians I loved, I would often sum it up with something along the lines of “you should know you’re appreciated.” Getting this today reminded me of the 90s and my old bedroom with all the horrible candles and the Fisher Price record player (and more than one Tori Amos poster on the wall), and it made me happier to be awake.
Tuesday, June 6th, 2006
My official seal of approval, stamped on each of the following:
JVC Gumy headphones, because they are cheap, they output amazing sound, and they’re more comfortable than any other headphones I’ve had.
Kathy, both for elbowing the woman who pushed her way onto the C train this morning before any of us could get off, and for mailing Sen. Sam Brownback an envelope containing just a printout of the definition of the word “bigotry.”
Panic! At the Disco’s album A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out, even though it makes me feel like I should be listening to it on my way to my tenth grade World History class, because even I have to admit that fad pop rock can sometimes be sooo perfect. It’s the perfect inclusion of little techno bits here and there that have forced me to listen to it on repeat for the last few days.
Melissa, for telling me she drinks her merlot through a straw because it doesn’t stain your teeth and Prince does it. Also, I didn’t know until last night that the bitch knows LaFawnduh!
Stephen Baldwin’s new book, solely for the inclusion of such entertainingly mind-numbing idiocy as this: “You would do far more good if you preached the gospel of Jesus, rather than trying to get Third World debt relief. God will take care of that Third World country. Get back to your calling, Bono.”
Libbie Schrader’s new demo CD, because her first solo album was great and she’s only getting better. And because she’s more fun to have at the dinner table than Jim Verraros ever was.
And finally, Young Love and Stolen Transmission, because both are my favorite of their kind. This Thursday (click to enlarge):
and I will be taking photos for StolenTransmission.com with [hopefully] my new camera if it shows up in time!
Monday, June 5th, 2006
I know it was written by Ted Kennedy, but read this. The whole thing. Also, sort of unrelated, I like how they made the word “gay” in the NoGayMarriage.com logo all loopy and… well, gay. I mean, really. I like that.
Edit: Oops, not Ted. Little Robert. I’m a rube. See? This is why my vote should be decided for me. And it likely was.
