Friday, April 26, 2002

Blogstalking, Part Two

The blogstalking continues! I went to a pub quiz last night at Rocky Sullivans and realized that Mike of epenthesis.org was there. Except I could remember his name or what his blog was called, so i didn't say hello. This morning, I tracked him down online and discovered that he CHEATED! But hey, it's all in good fun and I won a free drink for knowing that Worcestershire sauce originated in India. I mean, duh, if it's Halfway Decent Food and your first guess is that it's English, 99.9% of the time they ripped it off from India.

Now I'm off to meet the new iMac living in our upstairs office. Cheers.

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Thursday, April 25, 2002

Tigermilking with Sambo

I've posted the Tigermilking flyer as a b/w PDF file here.

You're all invited.

Also, does anyone know PHP or some other dorky web programming language? I need to overhaul my website at work and do some database-y stuff with it. I have no idea where to start.

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Wednesday, April 24, 2002

Unfamous

Today at work I am suffering with the soul-crushing pain of dealing with an UNFAMOUS CELEBRITY. This person walks and talks like a celebrity: demanding exorbitant things on his/her rider, showing up late, being surrounded by an insane entourage (6 of whom are identifag clones with tans-in-April and fake highlights). And yet... and yet... this person is actually NOT FAMOUS! Searching for this person's name online returns no relevant hits whatsoever. And so I gain nothing but aggravation from encountering them.

Not, I should add, that I feel like I "gain" anything from meeting any famous person. I mean, sure, if you touch Kylie's perky little backside you are granted eternal youth, but aside from that they're all just tedious fake bores with almost nothing to offer. OMG I am like so totally wise and world-weary all of a sudden!

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to roll my eyes away from all this and make flyers for Tigermilking.

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Tuesday, April 23, 2002

Blogstalking, Part One

*swoon* I think Choire East/West rode past me on his bicycle today on West 9th Street. My new nickname is Blogstalker Junior!

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OS 9, you do me right

My desktop database has been hijacked! I installed a Photoshop plug-in the other day and now all my PSDs are showing its name as their creator instead of Photoshop. Bastard bastard poorly written Mac-ports.

Oh wait, rebuilding the database only takes like 3 minutes? And it cleans all that shit up? And the creator/filetype meta-data under OS 9 still makes more sense and works better than the one in OS X? And by extension, better than the one in Windows since it doesn't even HAVE metadata like that?

Sometimes I love my little last-year's-OS baby. Even when it does me wrong, it does me right.

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Chairs, darling

An impromptu trip to Ikea (thanks, Ben!) results in the purchase of $136 worth of chairs.

Afterwards, a tax return check for $650 is found in the mailbox.

Hello, I'm Brian. I'm the SPENDING PSYCHIC. And I'll be your guide through the netherworld of MAKING MONEY BY SPENDING MONEY!

Our next stop is Sephora, where we will be testing Jil Sander's mens cologne. Immediately following that we will be looking behind the sofa hoping to find, like, a couple of rolls of quarters.

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Sunday, April 21, 2002

So many lesbians

Oh muh God, why didn't anybody warn me there were so many LESBIANS in South Jersey?

We had a fucking great time yesterday. The shopping was a wash although I did get a very INDIEPUNK RIOTQUEER olive oil misting bottle from a housewares store. Immediately after purchasing said object, we ran into the most unlikely people -- Matty's pal Natalie from college and her two friends Kate and Tatiana. Here's a picture of Matty (goofy face) and Tatiana playing with sparklers.

Your first question will of course be "Sparklers? Eh?" and my response will be "Yeah, I don't know why either." You can't tell from this picture that Tatiana's amazing jacket has a big Adidas logo stitched onto the boob, but trust me, it was cool. She told us in her Jack-Daniels-with-a-Bass-chaser Ukrainian accent (I wrote "accident" first, maybe that would have been funnier) that it was made by those "wacky Japanese" and I believe her.

Anyway, we went out and got blitzed in the charming burg of New Hope, Pennsylvania and listened to some cover band play Indigo Girls songs. Normally the surroundings would have driven me to a drowning attempt in the men's room urinal but the company was damn good and we had a great time.

I don't remember getting home but I woke up VRAIMENT early and now I'm off for huevos rancheros with my parents who I'm sure just want to update me on the latest drama regarding my brother following my footsteps and dropping out of college. Whoot and double whoot.

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Saturday, April 20, 2002

Announcing Tigermilking

And one last thing: I bagsy both the Herrmann & Kleine track and the Dot Allison track for my (gulp very first ever probably embarassing and bad) DJ set at the inaugural New York Tigermilking. Y'all better come.

TIGERMILKING: Two hundred troubled teenagers never had it so good. Monday, May 6th at 11pm (After the Belle and Sebastian gig). Fez Lounge. 380 Lafayette Street (at Great Jones), New York. You heard it here first; I'll post a prettier invite once I finish making one up.

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Herrmann & Kleine

Oh OK OK since I took so much time off, here's a Herrmann & Kleine track, too. It's their cover of Slapp Happy's "Blue Flower" which was previously memorably covered by the brilliant Pale Saints. Actually, I would say that the H&K version is actually a cover of the Pale Saints choon; you'll see why at about the one minute, twenty second mark. Ace ace ace.

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Indie punks.

Road trip in the morning. I'm now continually repeating this mantra inside my head: We are not suburban fags going antiquing. We are INDIE PUNKS going THRIFT SHOPPING. Thrifting, not antiquing! Thrifting, not antiquing!

I have a mantra for all of you to repeat to yourselves, too: May Brian and Matty find lots of stuff like this, only for $15 instead of $15,000. Repeat ad infinitum/nauseum.

Soundtrack for the trip, which kicks off with a two hour trip down into the wilds of SUBURBAN PHILLY and SOUTH JERSEY: new Herrmann & Kleine record which I'm snagging off Audiogalaxy (oh hush, you), Denise James country stuff on Poptones, plaintive ukelele strains courtesy of the Moonlighters, plus whatever-else-happens-to-still-be-on-the-iPod. Oh yeah, and this rather enjoyable clash between Dot Allison's "Substance" and Felix da Housecat. Enjoy.

...and Wish us luck!

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Wednesday, April 17, 2002

Mind your head as you step through the door

I'm going to buy one of these and put it on the roof of my building.

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Monday, April 15, 2002

Humid

I'm not dead, I'm just a poor sleeper. Give me some time to regroup, peoples. Haven't you heard how HUMID it is in New York these days? I've got bookmarks to tidy, my website from work to redesign, a club night to organize, a book that needs finishing and a boy who needs some snuggling. I'll be back shortly...

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Sunday, April 07, 2002

My teenage-bedroom

I spent last night in my teenage-bedroom, smoking cigarettes out the window and drinking Calypso Berry wine coolers while chatting online. I never did shit like that when I actually WAS a teenager; I think I have issues with adulthood.

Also: Hello Richard & Hunter who both claim to be hit #10,000. I don't know EITHER of you and yet here you are spying on me! Isn't the internet grand? Kisses.

n.p. - "Rhiannon" by the Langley Schools Music Project. Terrifying.

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Saturday, April 06, 2002

Inch away

HEY! I'm an inch away from 10,000 hits. Say hello if you're the lucky clickee (or if you come close, even. Just write to me so I know that I'm not the only person reading this).

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