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7.5.08 I have the weird habit of running in to semi-famous people. I mean, sometimes it's my fault for knowing who they are. But some times I can't help it. When was the last time that you ran in to an academy award winner in the grocery store? Or a modern advertising icon (and cable fake news star--though, I'm sad to say, I don't get cable) at the flea market? Though, for the third time in as many years now, I've run in to one of the non-America's Next Top Models (aka America's next top nothing). It is sort of fitting, in a weird way, that the most recent spotting of the ANTM wash-ups was on Independence Day. The first time was at a show at, the now closed, Tonic. There was some tallish, young girl standing in the back looking to be noticed. By the end of the show, she was making out with some bearded guy, next to the bar. Next was at my local bar, last winter (or was it two winters ago?). Same thing, tall young girl--surely not old enough to be in the bar. This time, she was throwing a fit to the bar tender about something or other. Now, last night, some young, skinny-ass girl with a baby stroller (not an uncommon thing, sure) went in to Superfine (we were standing outside, trying to decide where to go instead of there--it was v crowded)--she looked pissed, it was raining. I think that the only reason I took any note was because at lunch, Jay and I were sitting next to some girl who was "spotted." Jay guessed that maybe it was another ANTM girl sighting. Not then (at least not someone from a season we saw), but later that night, for sure. Also, years ago, I saw Isaac Mizrahi nearly get run over by a taxi on Broadway. Though none of this is really worth really worth mentioning. It's just strange. 6.29.08 (Update) Yesterday was a big day. I got some bacon salt (although I was really excited to try it I have to say that I'm a little disappointed--it's basically just dry, salty liquid smoke. At least the the variety that I got), I accidentally wrestled a 250lb dude in a leather gimp get-up on the floor of a packed gymnasium--while I was dressed like a sailor--at the roller derby, and I became an ordained minister. Every Saturday should be so eventful. Shit. Update: wrestled a dude 6.20.08 Two words: Pink Pants... 6.19.08 File this under "time flies," sort of: I woke up shortly before my alarm went off this morning with a sense of calm restedness and thought to myself, "Oh, I'm so happy it's Saturday!" Oddly enough, just last night (maybe 6.3 hours before the incident in the first sentence) I said, "I can't believe it's already Wednesday." Not sure what my point is, or if I even have one at all. I guess it's just a bad way to start a day. And, normally Thursday's are my favorite day of the week. 6.2.08 I finally tracked down the June Maximum Rock'N'Roll (the one that says something about us the "best band ever," or something) at Kim's on St. Marks. That street is wierd. Like some sort of time-portal crossed with Disneyland. There were TONS of crust punx. Hanging out. Begging for change. At first I thought that maybe Nassea or Aus Rotten were playing at Coney Island High. But then I realized that that place has been closed for 9 years. Then I realized that I really never see many punks in NY. My conclusion: St. Marks must be a tourist attraction for punker tourists. 5.17.08 This week's SONG OF THE WEEK is Ghosts of Princes in Towers by The Rich Kids. It reminds me of the punk reaction to In The Land of The Few by Dave Edmund's psych band, Love Sculpture--though Jay doesn't hear it. Whatever, it's awesome. 5.13.08 And, the p bass moved to Seattle. So it goes. 5.11.08 4.04.08 Update 4.04.08 3.30.08 |
