i have more time than you

my friend started this blog, I have more time than you and since she's become a recluse. i only know this (not anymore) privileged information because i saw her long beard through the little slit of her window in her basement apartment in Greenpoint that she shares with a geriatric Polish woman named Svelta. So really her blog isn't appropriately named because she actually DOESN'T have any time for work or friends or laughing anymore. she only has time for her blog. and for cutting Svelta's nails. and for scrubbing Svelta's corns. Anyway what she manages to do is pretty cool job for not having contact with the outside world. She posts music, art and graphic design things that i dont understand. So, check it out. And remember, don't start a blog children, because you might disappear into the Brooklyn abyss.

roadtrip to dollywood?

i'm serious. i will absolutely drive (without a drivers license) to dollywood this summer. who's down? i'm also thinking of seriously getting it in on the shoulder pad blazer this (fake) spring. watch the video below of Dolly singing "jolene" my personal fave. and the dress she's wearing in the video? my wedding dress. not kidding right now. and her intro? she kills it. she literally says "Thank you [for buying tickets] i really need the money. it takes a lot to make this woman look so cheap." I love you dolly. and i wish i were a drag queen so you'd love me too. In all seriousness, "Jolene" is probably one of my favorite songs of all time. when i'm a famous writer i'll cover it. like scarlett johannson did with tom waits. i'll do things like sing songs when i'm a writer. foot in every door. no? foot in every puddle? foot in everrrrrryyyy patch? tete bad with idioms. tete no good with idioms. tete go to concert tonight at 10:30 of NSR at Crash Mansion. NSR and Dolly Parton would make a really beautiful song together. and baby. more baby than song. and they'd name her jolene. and she'd live part time on the upper west side and part time in dollywood. and she'd be a dragqueen so that her mommy would like her.

south africa and new york are like the same place

I watched this art21 episode about William Kentridge and dude is Theman Jones. "Best known for animated films based on charcoal drawings, he also works in prints, books, collage, sculpture, and the performing arts." he goes in on the effects of apartheid and colonialism in the neatest way i've certainly encountered! yay for art! yippie! he has an exhibit at the MOMA until may 17 and I'm hyped.com to go. anyone wanna take me on a date? sometimes i'm pretty. i can definitely look pretty if you want me to. i'll look pretty for William Kentridge. and for you.

yes, today, i'm in a hole

It's raining in New York City today and i feel like I'm in a number of sad french films though I'm not even in France, I'm on 24th st. so, guess what am i? a poser. that's a vintage word. Also vintage are many of the verrrrry pleasurable photographs on my besties new blog called are you in a hole. check it out. maybe you'll like it so much that you'll offer to fly me to France as a consolation so i can be in my sad, slow and rainy french film. Gonna go listen to Elliott Smith and cry now. really. i am. no. actually i probably won't. but this is the internet so you can't see me. MUAHAHAHAHA.

people like me, i play tetetotete for another site

check it. me. i wrote an article about band cubic zirconia for glorious noise.

new york has kept gil scott heron alive long enough to write this awesome song.

so "new york is killing me" is every music blog's 'best new song'. fine. maybe I only saw a review of it on pitchfork. I just wanted to sound like i am well researched, unlike that dude, Zachary Kouwe who had to "resign" from the NYTimes last week for plagiarizing every article he's written in like the past 7 months. Way to be premier NYTimes. I guess New York is killing a lot of people (me and gil scott heron) and institutions (new york times, all print media). We're all trying to survive in this perro eat perro city. Me? I'm just trying to get a free meal. I suppose I should have gone to some fashion events during fashion week. i bet there was so much untouched food there that it was coming out of the cracks in the sidewalks. Actually it was probably just sitting there, neatly, on fold-up tables with plastic cloths. I'd like a free banana. Thank god my dad is coming to brooklyn right now. god damn these hunger pains. i need bread. banana bread. Listen to the song.

Iranians make jewelry and are peaceful

my girl's mom is doing her O.G. Iranian jewelry thing on the radio with Pierra Tocci AKA the regulator when it comes to interviews here: http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?show=9246 If you wanna check out her stuff in person or just wanna check her out (shes a MILF deeefffiniiteellyyy) go tomorrow to the Williamsburg Fair Love_A-Fair 2010 at TERMINAL: 343 Broadway, Brooklyn and see whats really what.

sometimes i like to look at things i'll never afford. because i'm a masochist.

While i was perusing, no, scouring the internet for ideas for my girl's '40s/'50s themed birthday party I found myself on archive imagining myself dancing to my new favorite song, "sexy chick" in above chanel dresses and nina ricci shirts. Neither of those by the way even conjure wartime floral prints of the 1940s or crinoline of the 1950s. square one. broke and still need a dress. any suggestions? does cheap shopping even exist in new york? nah kiddddo.

going in on new york city architecture

union square

The Bowery

These photos from this architecture site my girl's uncle put her onto are dope. Also dope: the mailman that just came to drop off the mail at the bar i work at. he had an incredible flat top. and he's wearing shorts. a black dude wearing shorts in 30 degree weather. well, i'm not saying it's abnormal. i feel really hot too. but i got my haircut last night. so.

i'm permanantly blue for you now that you have another song i like

jacques renault. oh hey. hottie.

so today on my daily free download on RCRD LBL was a refreshingly good remix. You all remember the once i'msmilingalotbecauseifeellikeimontopoftheworld "bruises" by the band Chairlift that became i'mfrowningbecausethissongisonmadcommercialsandismadannoyingandmyheartwasjustbrokenandican'ttakethisanymore
Well here's a hit you can feel good about! The song "Evident Utensil" remixed by Jacques Renault. I'll always love a french remix but more importantly i'll always love a french man. fuck it, i'll always love exoticizing. but i can do that, cause i'm brown. and pretty. The song has the midas dance touch and has moved me to bop (even at this godforsaken hour) and (eventually) dance (when it's a different, but more appropriate godforsaken hour.) Why am I awake? oh cause i ate a grilled cheese and french fries at 2am and can't stop drinking water because, really, i'm convinced i didn't eat a grilled cheese and french fries at all but really ate all of the contents of a salt shaker disguised. shut up. get the free download here. and don't go to SUGAR on houston and allen unless you're looking to be dehydrated for the remainder of 2010.

three penny opera thoughts

So. Obviously Rosabel Morrison was Carmen many many moons ago. The current Carmen, Latvian mezzo-soprano Elina Garanca, was off the chains. The New York Times piece does a much better job at extolling the 3-hour masterpiece but I saw it last night and just had to give postspect (respect in the form a post..funny?!? not funny!?!?)

//glasses glasses //

there's a great blog by the same name. That's not what this is about. This is about something entirely different in fact. See, I left my glasses (purchased in 2003) at my parents house on the upper west side and I'd like nothing more then to make 94th st. their new dwelling. I'll be heading on over to Moscot's today to peruse. But in preparation I've scoured their website and these (above) are my favorite items.

bedazzled

SLV Jewelry & Tribeca Retail Club are inviting people to gawk . . .and then buy incredible jewelry handcrafted by Sadye Lee Vassil (SLV Jewelry) tomorrow night from 4pm-10pm at 294 Broadway (between walker and white), 4th Floor. Imma cop mine fashofasho. and then give it to Tiger Woods. He needs something. poor man.

jews < hipsters

i love hassidic jews. i don't love a hardcore, self-righteous bikers that wear those stupid hats. WHY do they wear those hats? Is this feud going to end up like the crown-heights riots of the '90s. Maybe the hipster grifter can weigh in.

people care about the yankees

I'm (almost) speechless over these photographs taken by a friend, nofauxtography at this years ticker-tape parade. had to put his work on blast. i believe he can make prints (for a fee) if people are interested.

valerie is a penguin

this is a good remix for a day of unpacking my new house in brooklyn.

only if you care about civil rights and humanity

The film, WILLIAM KUNSTLER: DISTURBING THE UNIVERSE's theatrical release is this friday, 13th (that's weird) and I implore everyone in New York to go and pay the 3 mil (that's how much films cost in these trying times) and see it at Cinema Village on 12th and University. The documentary, directed by the late William Kunstler's two daughters, Sarah Kunstler and Emily Kunstler, explores the career of the radical and controversial Civil Rights attorney. Most fascinating (and surprising) is rather than revering Kunstler, the sisters explore and interrogate their issues with the controversial cases their father took later on in his career. So, children of the corn, instead of renting Freddy the 13th (or whatever) go see something far more intellectually stimulating. And tell your friends to get with my friends so we can be friends.

home shopping

dwell

sorry. I've been looking for an apartment. I don't seem to do anything else. And I don't seem to find one either. I, for some reason, thought I'd be choosing between mansion and estate. Though it's more like I'm finding shoe box after shoebox for $$ and a bootboxes for $$$.

sex in late jan and early february

photo cred 10.17

everyone seems to be born in the last weekend of octobre and the first week of novembre. needless to say i was celebrating all over new york these past few jours in various costumes. eating various red velvet cakes. one was from magnolia. Aside from the normal commotion of that place there was an added twist of the 20 marathon runners, peering over my shoulder waiting with bated breath until they could dig their ivories into a celebratory cupcake. I felt like i was in a marathon of sugar consumption this weekend. halloween. over. check. total body conditioning starts at 5:30. anyone? also french words make everything sound way more whimsical and romantic. I am trying to get you to want my life. alors.

you wildin

check out my latest post about Pinkberry at youwildin'