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April 1, 2004Correction on that last postIt's not the Guy Sigworth-produced track, but the Moby one, where Britney sings about 'early mornings" or whatnot. And I don't think Moby has worked with Bjork, ever, so I recant what I said before. Maybe if Bjork were roughly 20 years old and looked like Natalie Portman or Nelly Furtado, then Moby'd work her over, if you know what I mean, but from what I can tell, she's devoted to the video artist Matthew Barney now. Incidentally, Spike Jonze, wunderkind uberdirector, did a delightful music video last year featuring a very pregnant Bjork, which leads me to believe that she is no longer "with child." Toxic for ToxicMy co-worker in the next office over is listening to Britney Spears' "Toxic" again...again!. Then when the CD gets to the Guy Sigworth-produced track with the harpsichord, he rewinds it again, and it's "Toxic" once more. I think he has an aversion to producers who have worked with Bjork, perhaps. Calm, Supercool and Collected
Speaking of which, another supercool band *stellastar (that's not a typo btw, that's the way it's spelled) seems to be gathering a lot of steam themselves. They haven't hit the Buzzworthy tip yet, but it's definitely going to happen soon. After getting a glowing writeup in yesterday's New York Post, could a glowing review from New York Times tastemaker/supercool midget Neil Strauss be far behind? It's only a matter of time, kids. And speaking of uncool, I had another dream about Alan Alda last night. How uncool is that? WTF AlertDid you see this thing in the New York Press about the 50 most loathsome New Yorkers? For some reason Choire Sicha of Gawker was listed as the 15th most annoying New Yorker in the world. I couldn't believe the entry after I read it either. His name is pronounced Corey? Super Dave
On last night's episode he made fun of Nelson Mandela and Sally Jesse Raphael all in one sketch. I'd like to see the Harvard geniuses/pussies (white) over at Saturday Night Live manage to do that one. This guy is the definition of edgy with a capital E, which I guess makes him Edgy. For me actually, some of the stuff Chapelle does occasionally make me pretty uncomfortable. If I were watching last night's episode with my gay, black, or gay black friends, I might not have laughed quite as loud as I did. But damn I laughed (I was alone). This is one guy who's still flying under the radar but won't be for long. My prediction is that Dave Chapelle's going to hit big and hit soon. You heard it on low culture first. Suprise, Surprise
While the New York Times is busy forcing harmless food critics to reveal that Jean-Georges Vongehsomething blurbed her book, why isn't anyone making Tony Scott reveal that he's the guy who directed The Last Boy Scout and is now making presumably conflict-of-interest-less reviews? And, he's English. Clearly, the master's house is still burning. Apple of My Ass
El CoincidencioSo I'm taking the L train to work this morning and I could swear that I was sitting next to this girl I met at Max Fish on Saturday. Back to the Future
Here are some of our ideas for where some stars will be in 20 years. Feel free to contribute your own. "Queer" Carson -- Doing his own show in Branford And here's where they'll probably be in fifty years: "Queer" Carson -- Dead |
April 1, 2004I think God, were He to exist, would be a "cat person"
Two cuties in one photo! Vincent peers out from the basket atop the bookshelf, while the topmost portion of our stuffed Murakami doll creeps up behind him. Who will win this fight? I'm going with the cat.
Uh-oh, battle of the hipster cats! Here's Emmitt, about to get into some trouble with the turntable...let's hope he can "scratch" better than that documentary by Doug Pray! The seven-inch on the decks, meanwhile, is a Team Doyobi release on SKAM. Judging by Emmitt's disapproving facial expression, I'd wager he can't stand the distorted electro-grunge of Manchester's best. "Take that, Coolfer," he seems to be saying! :)
Vincent, again seeking trouble in high elevations...Believe it or not, this door is 38 feet off the ground, and I was standing atop a gigantic ladder while taking this excellent shot. When Vincent tried to descend from the precarious perch onto which I'd placed him, all in the name of artistic photography, he ended up ricocheting off my own perch, causing me to fall and black out for four hours. The F-stop on this photo was 3.0. Or is that shutter speed?
I pulled this photo from my December 2003 archive of cat snapshots. I really like the way Emmitt appears to be contemplating something of great import: "O, this life of mine! Shall I leap from the balcony, and strike pavement below? And will I live, or die? What is death?" There's a reason my ex-wife called Emmitt "our four-legged philosopher friend." :)
Nap time! Did you know cats sleep all day and night? (Well, at least when they're not listening to white labels or reading Kierkegaard dissertations.) Splendor in the grass
My grandmother took ill recently, so I had to make a sojourn back to Red Bank and pay her a visit. Of course, I brought my digital camera! Here are some "artsy" shots I took of the fields behind her house while my brothers and sisters were caring for her.
Here we are again, a few hours later. I really like the way the light works with the shapes in the foreground. My aunt said Grandma was nauseous, so I wanted to give her some space and went outside again, taking the opportunity to shoot more photos. You know, when you're given lemons, you make lemonade! Goodbye, Lenin! (and hello, Berlin!)
After all the positive response to my photos from London, I realized I forgot to post snapshots from my February trip to the 2004 European Advertising Conference in Berlin, which has now, thankfully, been free of the infamous "Wall" for more than a decade. Above is a shot of the stoic facade of concrete about which President Reagan so elegantly implored, "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down that wall!"
I don't really know what this is, but my German hosts said something to the effect of it being a relic of East Germany's attempts at building architectural marvels that could rival the West's creativity. All I know is, this isn't something I could safely pitch as an ad concept to Nestle or GM and feel as though they'd get it. I'm almost sorry to be back...
I just returned from my business trip to London, and wanted to post some "brilliant" photos of the world's loveliest city! (That's what all the UK-based ad agency executives I met with said whenever they liked something, or thought it was cool..."Brilliant!") Anyway, here's their equivalent of Times Square.
They have all these public restrooms over there, too...really amazing. I didn't have the need to use one, thankfully, so I don't know if you need to insert coins to use them, but I bet they cost more than a "quid". |
Jack White (not to be confused with Jack Black, natch), aka The Coolest Man Alive, has apparently caught the acting bug. First came his appearance in the Acadamy Award nominated film 
Another Wednesday night, another Chapelle's Show. Has anyone else seen this thing? It's insanely funny. Truly nothing is sacred for this guy. His liberal use of the N-word (that's n***er, or *igg**), the sexually explicit content, and lots of laughs -- this guy is definitely not Politically Correct. Chapelle is apparently a man from the streets. And he takes that voice of the streets and he puts it on Comedy Central. Except he takes that urban sensibility and makes it both funny and non-threatening. 
Speaking of black people, did anyone else realize that Elvis Mitchell, the New York Times film reviewer, is black? That's a picture of him to the left -- definitely black, right? When I heard that, I was just as surprised as when I learned that another New York Times film reviewer, A.O. (aka Tony) Scott, is actually film director Ridley Scott's brother. And that Tony Scott is a director himself!
Ecch, I'm so hungover at my cubicle right now, I don't think I'll manage many posts today. I'm not even sure how I'm going to manage today's workload at the anonymous investment banking firm where I am employed. At this point all I know is, when you've had four apple martinis, you should never opt for the fifth. That's the last time I go out with Jeep and his friends on a school night. I think I broke something in my brain.
El Pidio and I have become obsessed with playing a game we have tentatively titled, "Where will they be in the future?" The game borrows its structure from that "Where Are They Now?" show that Pids and I haven't been able to turn off. But the idea is that you're playing "Where are they now?" twenty years in the future. Which of today's stars are bound to fall off the face of the earth? And where will they be?
