4.29.2008

.and you want to go for a ride.

I tried
Pinkberry today.
I've been avoiding it,
mostly because of its
crazed LA-based fanbase.
(anything where people wait in huge lines for I'm usually against - mostly out of laziness)

It
was
sweeeeet.
(I realize this is like a year plus after its big boom - they're new in New York okay?)

Although, its decor
is so very LA
cheap, unnaturally colored and
plastic.
I'm not sure which
syntax I should use for my
insult.
You decide.

The only thing
that I hate is their
online description of their Shaved Ice
is just...you just have to read it
for yourself.


(as for the lawsuits: people think that a place that offers fruity pebbles as a topping is completely healthy? really?)

Although it'll never
really
replace the
awesome
fattening
power
of ice cream and/or cupcakes
from
anywhere!

.but i've got wheels.

God bless YouTube! This was one of the best subway bands, ever! On the downtown Broadway/Lafayette station platform (it's one of those tourist busy stations so they actually try and keep it clean). They played Britney Spears' Toxic after that but my train came.
(might want to turn it down because it's a bit loud)

.on the lower east side.

It's pretty bad when
the FedEx guy
wants to talk about
Miley Cyrus.

No, no, I do not want to
talk about it.

But don't blame the
photographer
(Annie Liebowitz)
damnit!

4.23.2008

.i only keep this heap for you.

No. No. No. This is why I hate people who took over Brooklyn and all that crap. I found this in Nylon magazine (I know, it's my own damn fault for buying the fucking things). There are so many people walking around New York trying so fucking hard to be "geeky" with oversized glasses, cardigans, and short pants and brag about being made fun of. No. I'm making fun of you because dorks do not work hard to look like that. They just are that. *screams in pillow*

.well one.

You know
that line from the Matrix when
Agent Smith says:
"This zoo....I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell"
That's how I feel.

The smell of the
the subways and the streets.
(the streets are covered with dog shit and the subways are nothing more than homeless shelters, hidden away from view and pushed to the back of the mind)
An over baked cake of:
urine human excrement wet newspapers sewer filth
and
dirt, so much dirt.

I just want to take a bottle of Clorox
and some towels
and just start.
Start to clean.

I cannot
wait
to get away.
I'm crawling out of
my skin.
I cannot get clean.

(photo by the sweetie pie Bruce Davidson - link to review and photo source)

.but we've got secrets too.

How I've been feeling lately. Sigh:

4.20.2008

.so you share secrets with lou.

(a sketch from the back of my checking account registrar. Note how I actually had to draw a map of streets that are numbered - I get all confused in Park Slope! File name: smelly)The text: If you cannot find me after today I have died on the train coming back from Park Slope. The BO and urine has overwhelmed my nostrils and I have died. On the seat. But no one has found me because they have assumed I was just another bum
and
Continuous list of wanted super powers:
- donuts (the ability to eat as many as I want without consequence)
-shoes (the ability to wear any shoe for any amount of time without pain)
-Febreze that shoots unnoticed from my eyes

4.18.2008

.you laugh like a little girl.

Things on my mind:
(1) I really dislike Chuck Klosterman.
Why can't some just
like
or dislike something.
I don't want a
fucking essay
on why you hated Billy Joel's River of Dreams.
(2) People at my office cannot work on a nice day.
No one is at the office.
Nice days happen
all the time,
why does this
constitute
laziness in the workplace?
More importantly:
why can't I slack off without feeling
guilty
like the rest of the world?
(3) Trust me, John Oliver will be huge this year and get offered to star in a medicore NBC comedy. Question: Will he accept?
(and this nothing to do with the fact that I want to marry him, I lie, yes it does)
Trust me, it's true.
He's funny.
I've seen him live.
Trust me, don't take the offer.
(4) Old pugs=awesome.
They get wrinkly
and grey
like human!
Awesome.
(5) People on the 8:30 F train = crazy, like whoa!
I've been going to work
earlier
to make up for lost time
(see, I can't just leave work early one day and not feel guilty - I am the capitalist dream)
These are crazy,
pushy,
mean,
generally evil but not totally.
(6) Tomorrow I'm hopefully going to the Cloisters.
This makes me happy,
although its such a
fucking trek,
but for good reason.
You can't have it Bronx!
You just can't!
(7) Similar note, I should really go outside of Manhattan and Brooklyn.
There are apparently
three other boroughs!
But those
little white picket fenced houses in Queens
are weird!
They freak me out!
Do.not.like.
(8) I have peanut butter M&Ms. Ha!
As mentioned in my other blog.
Now I have what I want
and deserve.

.but when the wind is in your hair.

This was actually printed in the Columbia Spectator last week. Actual editors read this and thought, yes, let’s print this. Christina Liu actually typed this and thought (a) this is real and this needs to be exposed and (b) that she’s a good writer (from an Ivy League newspaper I’d expect, oh I don’t know, good journalism). I feel bad, sorta, but this girl will probably never write another article for any newspaper ever again. Of course, she is probably working for the Chinese government and hey, lets annoy her on Facebook!

4.14.2008

.makes you feel like a woman.

I right about
The Daily Show
The New York Times
Obama
Manhattan
and
the arts.

I am the GOP nightmare.

.I know Professor Blumen.

The episode isn't even over,
but I know:
April 14th: BEST DAILY SHOW EVER!

4.09.2008

.all the other guys don't stand a chance.

What the hell New York magazine?
I love you,
but these lists in your current issue
suck like your mother.

I know I haven't been here
long,
but here are my better (okay, so more recent)
movie/tv picks that are often overlooked:


THE CRITIC (1994-1995):
The Critic, Jay Sherman is a cranky, opinionated yet funny and lovable blob. It was extremely well written (hey, even Judd Apatow wrote a few episodes) and featured one of the best opening sequences on TV that captured New York perfectly. Jay is always torn between his passion and what he has to do to make a buck. What New Yorker doesn't feel that way?


THE CRUISE (1998):
The first of three documentaries, which may seem like cheating, but think of how many documentaries and new movies you see take place New York. How often are those things reflective of the actual city? Never; that's why tourists get all confused. But if you were a lucky tourist you would have gotten a tour by Timothy "Speed" Levitch who narrates the city in a turning place between nostalgia for the past and excitement for the future.


I LIKE KILLING FLIES (2004) AND BOOK WARS (2000):
Killing Flies documents Greenwich Village's Shopsin's - which isn't there anymore; its been forced to move to an even smaller home. It is (was) a small hole in the wall owned by one of the most eccentric people that may have ever lived, Kenny Shopsin. The documentary follows Kenny and the "gang" as they move to their new home two block down. However, the shop is now in Essex Market (which is closer to me, but still doesn't give me the courage to go) because of skyrocketing rent. Book Wars documents something uniquely New York, the book vendors near Washington Square Park and 6th Avenue, showing the difference in attitude between the two (and they are way different). It shows the vendors and the patrons and their extreme book lust. Although neither of these two documentaries are particularly well made, they are still well crafted and passionate about their subjects.



DOWNTOWN 81 (1981):
We all know New York sorta sucked in the 70s and 80s but we also all know that the creativity in music and art was untouchable and unreproducible. Downtown 81 captures it perfectly. Featuring the great Jean Michel Basquiat (one of the only painters/pop artists I can stand) and the best or the worst of the city. Basquiat roams the street hoping to sell a painting to get his apartment back and runs into friends as well as tags the city with his art and name. It features, well, everyone...no really, everyone. Unfortanely Basquiat died before being able to rerecord most of his lines, but Saul Williams (who is an amazing performer as well!) takes over the narration.


AFTER HOURS (1985):
How do you miss this one on great New York movies list? First, it features old school Soho when artists actually lived there and it was for real sketch and not just Ben Sherman produced sketch. It's the ultimate worse-night-ever story in a city where no one wants to help you and those that do, don't actually end up helping. One of the best scenes take place at the Spring Street station: the main character is just trying to get home but can't because the fair has skyrocketed (sorry if the numbers aren't correct) from 80 cents to $1.50 - he tries to jump the bars and hilariously fails. Fab.


PI (1998) and REQUIEM FOR A DREAM (2000):
Darren Aronofsky has a problem. A deep seeded problem that no one will ever cure but that makes for two great movies. Pi, for me reflected the sort of Polanski-esq entrapment of the New York City apartment (oh my god, I said Polanski-esq - shoot me!) and being trapped not only in ones surroundings, but also one's mind. Plus it features some Jewtastic moments (Kabbalah before it was cool)! Requiem made me, on a side note, want to vomit when I watched it. It takes place in Coney Island's forgotten sister Brighton Beach. It's brutal, dangerous, sickening, honest and (like the next movie) features people in the throws of excess and all the ugliness that comes with it.


AMERICAN PSYCHO (2000):
Seriously, how could you have a New York list without this movie? Sure you had Wall Street - "greed is good" and all that stuff, but come on! American Psycho takes that to a creative level beyond anything. And could you skip a movie that features a monologue about Whitney Houston when the guy is about to hatchet someone to death. Classic!


ELF (2003):
No really. Aside from the fact that it's more charming than a Brit at a bar in Chelsea, it's the classic Midnight Cowboy, fish out of water story. A fish out of water story that couldn't take place anywhere else than New York. Yeah, it takes place in present day but it has these great little 1950s details. It features Amy Sedaris - the ultimate sign of pure awesomeness and some great advise like: "If you see gum on the street, don't pick it up! It's not free candy."


The two they got right: KIDS (1995) and 25TH HOUR (2002). Kids was Larry Clark's Tulsa come to New York and he hasn't made anything as good since. 25th Hour is a great if not overlooked Spike Lee movie. Taking place right after September 11th and featuring one of the most haunting shots of the then recent destruction and Ed Norton delivers the best rant out living in a city and being forced to interact with people who don't know or want to know.

On the fence: movies I'm sure if they're great New York movies, or just take place in New York. Bringing Out the Dead (1999), Sudden Manhattan (2000), Summer of Sam (1999) and The Warriors (1979).

4.08.2008

.when the weathers nice.

I enjoyed this little blog entry and its comments on the New York Times site (just as New York Magazine came out with an issue maybe praising New York just a little too much).

also on NYT:

This amazing article on the finicky nature of book lovers. My literary turn off: John Updike.

4.06.2008

.i know you'd never give me a second glance.

Oh! Oh!
I almost forgot.
So yesterday, I went to the library
and got off a stop after, so I could
enjoy the day.
And what happens, but I get
stuck
in the Scottish Day Parade.
(or whatever the hell reason why there were so many redheads with their pale legs sticking out from kilts - oh its just another Tuesday)
Oh lordy!
I have,
and I am being honestly,
never seen so many drunk so early (noon).
I don't know if they were shouting
insults
or
sexually harassing me.
I really could not understand.
But the best part, was that I came across
the part of the parade
where the people wait to
go next.
And who ended the parade
but the Scottish dog constituent of New York.
So many Scotties and Westies wearing
little tartan outfits.
I died.
Cuteness overload.

.my car is ugly but then, im ugly too.

I feel like if
THIS
problem is covered
by the
New York Times,
it's really gotten a little
out of
control.
This is what
F trainers read
this week.
I'll go with reader's comments:
"This kind of subway line is not suitable for drunks."
or my usual favorite from Tina Fey,
"I became an honorary lesbian on the F train one night to Coney Island"
Haven't we all?

.the day is beautiful and so are you.

Yesterday ended up being a
beautiful day
(even though beautiful days are overrated).
I went to mxyplyzyk
(which is overrated too)
and then just went
the Hudson River Park
and watched the runner
and the babies
and the dogs
and finished my book
(which was quite good).

I walked back,
and the corner of 11th and Waverly
was just unbearably beautiful
and if I could afford to live
anywhere
it would be the way West Village
(even though 11th and Waverly isn't way West Village).
It's so quiet
and exactly what you think New York
should be.
But the only people who can
afford it
are Europeans.
And I wish I was kidding,
but not a single person I passed
was American,
mostly Germans and British.

God damn American dollar!

4.01.2008

.but when the sun comes out.

Greeeeat.
Congestion pricing passed
making it cost
$8!
(or if you only use European currency, which is now okay in certain places in New York, and not just Myers of Keswick - actually, I don't think they take the pound but they do have yummy pasties, anyways: €5.1 or £4 )
to enter lower Manhattan.
"Hopefully" forcing commuters onto
public transportation.
Greeeeat.
The subway gets 5 million
commuters
a day.
Just saying.
MTA gets billions of dollars
and I still wait forever
for a packed train.