Tuesday, August 09, 2005

wait.

I have to go back to Landon from The Real World Philadelphia's utterly preposterous website. So this kid makes a fool of himself for 5 months on camera and somehow segues this slightly f-list celebrity turn into a modeling career. That I can buy. But why, oh why, would he feel the need to create a domain on which to post his minute by minute schedule (family vacation and trips to the mall included), a three page biography, and a not yet functional, but probably useless, online shop? I hate these real world kids. They're so fucking entitled. Especially Veronica. But that's a whole other post.

i hope the premise of "filthy rich cattle drive" isn't what this guy thinks it is. Although slaughtering rich socialites is a funny thought, I'd be afraid of choking on diamonds or getting poisoned from the massive amounts of chemicals needed to keep this kids tan and blond. Celebrimeat couldn't be organic.

in other news, what a harlot.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

It's been one of those days for the past couple of days. I need to get out and step it up a notch. Next week should be better:
Tuesday: Sam Champion
Wednesday: Yerba Buena @ Irving Place
Friday: The Giraffes @ Ace of Clubs.

Gotta get out and support the bands I help market.

So I saw a rat at the Times Square subway today. Except it wasn't a rat, just a guy who looked like one. Like really. It was one of those times I wish I would have just caved and gotten the camera phone. It was that good.

I may have committed a racial slur at work today, but I'm not entirely sure. This one kid thinks it's funny to pretend that he has African-American roots, and photoshopped himself into a picture with Malcolm X. I responded by photoshopping myself into a picture of the Million Man March. It looks like I am resting my head on Louis Farrakahn's shoulder. Hopefully no one is too offended. I thought it was pretty funny, actually. "I was there!"

Monday, June 27, 2005

gah!

i've been working on a spreadsheet for the past two hours, and i had left my tv on mute, and i turned around and i saw two women screwing on HBO. not that there's anything wrong with that...


do yourself a favor and download "set yourself on fire" by stars.


I received a lovely declaration of love at work today. If only the love wasn't for my skill with excel. Sigh.


oh and ps, is NYU morally opposed to hiring adjuncts who speak English? that's a question for the ages, I suppose.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

I know this is old, but it's horrifying.

Today I went to a Dar Williams concert in Madison Square Park with a smattering of people from work (she did a shout out to us, surreal). I witnessed some of the most awkward dancing to acoustic/inspirational/girly music that has ever existed. Ladies-learn to groove to the music, not bounce on you heels at random intervals! Also had awkward conversation throughout with several co-workers...It's like the entire premise of "The Office": how well do we actually know these people that we spend the better part of our week with? Do we have anything in common with them except for the fact that we tread on the same bit of carpet day after day? Maybe so, in the music industry. It's easy to think so, especially when you've had drunken conversations about bedtime flatulence.*

Here's a list of albums I've downloaded recently (all available on iTunes) that I think are worthwhile:
Tegan and Sara, "This Business of Art"
Rogue Wave, "Out of the Shadows"
Belle and Sebastian, "Dear Catastrophe Waitress"
The Owls, "Our Hopes and Dreams"
Spoon "Gimme Fiction"
Herbaliser, "Take London"
Hanne Hukkelberg, "Little Things"
P:ano, "Brigadoon"
Isobel Campbell, "Amorino"
and the track "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap...she rules.

Also! Check this out, via Flavorpill: The Avalanches set on beats in space.
Those guys absolutely rule...There's nothing like The Beach Boys gone turntable.




*Yeah, I don't know how it happened either.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Time travel on the subway

This morning when I was getting on the subway at Columbus Circle I realized that when you reach the bottom of the stairs, you are basically at the year zero. The signs going one day say BC, the signs going the other way say AD. I found it pretty amusing and silently thanked the MTA for making my commute slightly more interesting.


This is funny just for the picture. Then he says 'man diapers,' which seals the deal. Plus, it pretty much does away with any credibilty the Post had, which was already slim.

InTouch takes a thrilling retrospective on the year in eating disorders:
When weight turns to worry
Mary-Kate Olsen, Lindsay Lohan and other frail stars could be risking their health.* It was one year ago — on the eve of her 18th birthday — that Mary-Kate Olsen checked into an eating disorder clinic in Utah. The petite twin had plummeted to a scary 86 pounds before she entered the Cirque Lodge treatment center last June for a month of intensive counseling. With the help of an eating coach, and her sister, Ashley, MK managed to stay healthy during her stressful freshman year at New York University. But as she celebrated her 19th birthday on June 13 with sushi and chocolate birthday cake, family and friends were once again worried about her ongoing weight struggle. Another shrinking star, the once voluptuous Lindsay Lohan, began shedding pounds during a three-day hospital stay for “exhaustion” last fall. “I’ve lost a lot — like 20 pounds [total],” Lindsay said recently. “But compared to a lot of actresses my age, I’m actuallyoverweight.” Experts agree that Lindsay’s ongoing perception of herself as heavy could signal some serious body issues for the
teenager.



*You don't say?!

I fucking hate celebrities.

Monday, June 20, 2005

One, two, three, four...

I challenge you to an Ipod war. Any takers?

The fashion police are like the real police

Except not really at all. This morning at work we were all minding our own business when, suddenly out of nowhere, like a zephyr across the sea, in prances Robert Verdi, the shiny noggined star of E's Fashion Police. Eek. They took Fran, our lovely pregnant sales manager, and gave her a rather unneeded makeover (read: they gave her bangs and caused her to have to come back to work at 6 PM and start her day then.) The look on our owner's face when Verdi made a crack about musicians shooting up before shows was priceless, though...So keep a look out for R&T's big debut on the Style Network. Be prepared for a lot of weirded out looks from the staff during the reveal.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Friday Night, and Where am I?

Sitting at home, of course. Not that I'm upset about it. I finally have the internet working at home and cable television(although I desperately need a desk chair), and the requisite six-pack of Miller Light, so I figured, why not use the period excuse and stay at home and surf the web for funny pictures of celebrities? (It was either that or be forced to pretend like I care about the NYC nightclub scene. Which I don't. At all.) I found one within seconds of logging onto Gawker.com. Check that out. Britney's looking hot...or not? My god, woman. I've seen six months pregnant before, and that ain't it. At least Kevin's being a supportive husband and not completely denying her the beloved frappucino. I'm afraid she's going to give birth to a mocha flavored Cheeto with a dollop of whipped cream on top. Delicious.
On a side note, when did I download Minnie Driver's album? It might have something to do with this. I remember reading that article awhile back and scoffing. Now I'm not so sure. Although, I think it's a pretty good sign when the ONLY thing one does when drunk is download music. I could be doing worse.