Archive for September, 2006
Friday, September 29th, 2006
Over the last couple of weeks at Stolen Transmission, Ben got gangsta:
Emily got Amanda Lepore lip injections (by Heatherette):
Diana and Jake ate my face off:
Ellen and Gurj wore hoods indoors like so many sunglasses at night:
Sarah and Karen sat in the yellow and black cautionary Star of David like good little Jewbies:
Brandon angered Lawrence by groping his sister and Brian did nothing to stop it:
A Killer stopped by:
Sarah saw a ghost and came away albino:
Quinn made the room more beautiful by walking into it:
Ima Robot played and Alex the singer took off his jacket to reveal the Guiness-approved World’s Best Torso:
Another Killer stopped by (as partygoers turned up dead left and right):
The BK Girls made faces in the corner:
And I ate Diana’s face right back.
More here.
Thursday, September 28th, 2006
It’s hilarious and disgusting that at least twice a day random internetters find my blog by Googling “how to get into MisShapes.” Other ridiculous search phrases that bring you here: “Nicole Richie’s red sunglasses,” “wet underwear,” “Andy Milonakis smelly eggs,” “Jodie Sweetin rehab,” and the age-old question “what does ‘I can see the venom in your eyes’ mean?”
Wednesday, September 27th, 2006
For a long time I thought Ikea misspelled “Liganberry.” And I thought maybe a Roddenberry was a real berry. Jake likes Huckleberries. I used to like mixed berry Skittles, but now I think they’re kind of gross. I’m going to breed a new berry and call it a Marionberry. Harrycarayberry.
I’ve been asked to cover a David Bowie song live at the next BowieBall in December. I don’t really know any of his songs very well. Any suggestions? I will not do that horrible “reminds me of the babe” bullshit from Labyrinth, because it makes me extremely uncomfortable.
I need a haircut. I hurt my wrist slamming into a wall while I was roller skating upstate and it’s still hard to open doors. Someone at work keeps referring to someone else only as “our little friend,” which makes me believe that either the person in question is very small, or the mob.
I have a day calendar that was handed down to me called “1,000 Places to See Before You Die,” and I have saved three places so far this year because I want to visit them before I do. Here is the most recent one I’ve saved:
Portofino (Liguria, Italy)
Portofino wins the beauty contest in Liguria, the crescent-shaped region known as the Italian Riviera. The town’s perfect little harbor has been designated a historical landmark, and Portofino is said to be the most photographed village in the world. The facades of the fishermen’s dwellings are painted in rich colors – faded mustard, ocher, pink, and rust [note: these are the colors I want to paint everything in my life]. A fishing village no longer, Portofino is now graced by swank villas nestled in the wooded hills. This exceedingly pretty town lies at the end of an unspoiled peninsula that is a carefully guarded government preserve, crisscrossed by marked footpaths affording beautiful views of the coastline. Exhilaration of another kind is as easily found at the harborside restaurants. Follow the heady perfume of pesto-flavored trenette pasta and grilled scampi to a disarmingly simple Ligurian meal.
For Halloween I have proposed or agreed to being all of the following: Gobo Fraggle (with Anna as Red, Josh as Boober, Sabrina as Mokey, and Mark as Wembley); Jack and Meg White with Kathy (I want to be Meg); Plug & Socket with Jake; and Harajuku Brad and Blackface Gurj. What will most likely happen is I will wear a black hoodie and get drunk.
Kathy found this hilarious Craigslist missed connection: WOMAN WITH NO TEETH, MISSING EYE, BEAUTIFUL SMILE, –m4w
We glanced at each other on the X train to Torpor Square Park. You had the Louis Vuitton colostomy bag and the vintage Chanel eye patch. I was the guy in the corrugated cardboard suit and was carrying a gigantic box of squid jerky. Please write! I think that we were made for each other, etc. etc.
this is in or around Rhombus Corners
Today: from 7 to 9pm go to the Chelsea Barnes & Noble to buy and have Bronques sign your LastNightsParty book. Then go to First Taste at HiFi and then maybe Calling All Kids! at Sapphire, where I may be taking photos, depending on whether or not I am awake. Tomorrow: I promise you do not want to miss Stolen Transmission at Annex. I promise. Friday: White Dove at Studio B, hosted by Hannah Haddix & the BK Girls. Saturday: Help me move my shit to my new apartment.
Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
This weekend was supposed to be the BK Girls (Yadda Yadda) Tour 2K6 (Blah) across Pennsylvania and to Ohio in a fiery ball of glory and a dirty white Mazda, but when yet another broker fucked over Kathy and me by pulling an apartment out from under us at the last minute, we decided to stay in the city and find a new place. And by “we decided” I mean “we had to or else we would come back from our trip homeless.” So after we found a new place (more later), Anna and Hannah and I decided to go upstate to Anna’s hometown, Woodstock. On the way we stopped to roller skate in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of weirdos, and it was my favorite.
I was much better than I thought I was going to be for not having skated in over ten years. Didn’t fall once. I forgot about that feeling when you take off your skates and have to walk again with heavy feet; such a disappointment when you again have to get from here to there in thirty seconds instead of five.
When we finally got to Anna’s house, where she grew up, in the middle of the woods, nobody was home. We built a fire in the living room and put on some masks in the backyard cabin.
Her house is like a giant dollhouse. All the rooms are painted different colors, and most of the furniture looks like giant-sized wooden dollhouse furniture. Plus, it’s an old, big house. We raided her high school closets for outfits that she made and left behind, and had a small fashion shoot. Then Anna tried to braid my hair and couldn’t because it wasn’t clean enough. I’m gross!
In the morning we we sat in the living room like dead people for a while and then ventured out into town on foot.
We walked through a graveyard, a hippie Woodstock candle store with a 37 year old drip-candle sculpture that was bigger than me, and the girls found four leaf clovers and ate them for good luck.
On our way out of town we picked up Katie Love at her (also giant, beautiful) house (in the middle of the woods), and I got to meet her mom too! Moms are weird. I love them. We drove back to the city and Katie took a head out of the trunk. It was strange to meet Anna’s mom and Katie’s mom while I was supposed to be in Ohio with my mom on her birthday. I bought something for her in Woodstock and had it shipped.
There are lots more pictures here.
So, our new apartment. We’re moving at the end of this week. It’s in Park Slope (which is still Brooklyn). I will rumble with the Williamsburgers. It’s a two bedroom duplex (two floors) with two bathrooms, washer and dryer inside the apartment, two living areas, a big kitchen, and a private garden that’s just for the two of us. Basically, it’s perfect, and it’s directly across the street from Greenwood Cemetery, which is the largest and most beautiful cemetery I’ve ever been in. It’s amazing and I love it. Central Park was apparently modeled after Greenwood, and at the turn of the century it was one of the top three tourist attractions in New York City. The place feels like a home, and not a continuation of college life. It’s definitely not cheap, but we can afford it and I think it’s worth it. It’s off the F train, which means most of my friends have no excuse not to come visit.
Wednesday, September 20th, 2006
Thommy has a new impressive website for his clothes, and I took all the photos on it except for the one at the very end of “collections,” which I think was probably by Claudia (who makes beautiful photos).
Also, MTV.com is using a photo I took of Sarah. It’s tiny and cropped, though. Here is the source, and some others.
Tonight come to HiFi on Ave. A at 10 to hang out with me and The Brearleys, and tomorrow come to Annex as I do the usual photo thing and dance to three awesome bands:
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Tuesday, September 19th, 2006
Me: so thirsty. I could go for some lmaonade.
Anna: Omg I love lmaonade! Esp. if im lollerskating in my roflcopter
Me: you tart faggot
Anna: Tart? Listen but sorry txt big old gayzzz haha
Me: you are a butt pirate, and you pillage the booty.
Anna: im ms. New BOOTY
Me: gayzn
Also, here’s Jake.
Monday, September 18th, 2006
How many drinks could Kathy drink if on her birthday she could drink drinks?
Where’s Anna’s hand and why does her smile make me think it’s somewhere inappropriate?
Does Jake, at 6′5″, take in more ozone than the rest of us?
How many people attempted to own the red Spanx that I got in a gift bag several months ago before they ended up on Hannah as “shorts”?
When did I go all anime?
Whose transmission did we just steal?
How many seconds before this becomes Brandon’s “The ‘Space” photo?
How many Maddens does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of Kathy’s heart?
Is Anna the new lead singer of Queen?
After Sarah walked in the Mandate of Heaven show, did she come outside with no pants on?
What famous lady stuck the candles on Kathy’s cake? Was it a Spice Girl, or perhaps a Lilith Fair icon, or maybe a daytime talk show host? Maybe it was somebody who designs clothes that you’ve all seen before?
Lots more here.
Also, I got a rose picked for me this weekend, and it made me pretty happy.
Think good thoughts for me and Miss K around 1pm today; we’re looking at a potentially amazing apartment.
Thursday, September 14th, 2006
There’s a new Tori Amos single floating around, called “Not David Bowie” and it’s the first song of hers in over five years that I like on first listen. In fact, I like it a lot. My friends and my mom know that I was sort of one of the crazies when I was in middle and high school, and then I backed off and really disliked almost everything she put out after my favorite, From the Choirgirl Hotel in 1998 (boring boring boring). This new song, though, from some new big box set of some kind, is her being angry again. It’s still got the lite radio instruments, but they’re actually working for her now. Hopefully this is a new beginning and not a fluke. I’d love to love her again.
Update: Perez has it – go listen.
Thursday, September 14th, 2006
The BK Girls and I put in a full shift Tuesday night – arriving early and leaving late, each of us in something lamé. Or lame, whichever you think is more appropriate. A hosting theme is a hosting theme. We were followed & filmed getting ready for and going to the party by a three-person camera crew (for something top secret). We made asses of ourselves on the subway and a homeless man who called himself “The Rich Maker” blessed me and said in the morning I would be wealthy. I woke up with an expired credit card and no cash in my wallet, but we were also approved for a $5000 loan for moving expenses. Magic?
It being fashion week and a Heatherette party as well as Bronques’ book release, there were some famous faces in VIP as Happy Valley turned into the freak pit that Tuesday brings about. The two that I got excited about were Dita Von Teese (my first time meeting her) and Tyson Ritter from the All American Rejects.
He made his runway debut this week and it’s no secret that he’s a grade-A fox. His handshake was firm, people. I think I managed to not sound like a total dweeb when we talked. But Dita, man. I may or may not have said “you remind me of beauty.” She reminds me of beauty? That’s like telling Salman Rushdie “your writing somewhat resembles intelligent thought.” Fancy, Brad.
Bronques’ parents were there, sitting and smiling as we all shook their hands and marveled at the people that created him. They were dressed like church on Christmas Eve and it was fantastic. Then the MTV VJ and his entourage attempted unsuccessfully to get us and Adam (horrified) to their table.
Diana brought boys and Chloe, which are two of my favorite things that Diana brings.
Lots of pictures of friends (more here and here and here):
Hannah and Anna BK
Emily BK
Caitlyn BK and Geneva BK
Kerry BK
Brad Walsh BK! (Flanked by The Gays.)
(Last two by Dominoe).
