A couple things. . . .
Ever since I got sick last week, my brain has been on "scatter" and I haven't been able to hold a coherent thought. It's really hard to work when your mind goes from zipping around in a million different directions to completely shutting down in a matter of seconds. I figured my poor noggin could handle a listicle blog entry, so here goes:
- My friend, the extremely talented Michael Gonzales has started blogging again! Yay! Go to Blackadelic and read about his love for wussy white boy music.
- Another unbelievably talented friend, Ms. Ziss, has started a sketchbook blog and every day there's something new and beautiful. Go look.
- Have you seen Molly Crabapple's amazing show? If not, please go. Her work is so beautiful and the fact that she's only 23 means that by the time she's my age, her stuff will be in museums.
- Hey, go read last week's column! It's about whether or not you should re-date a known cheater. If you skipped the week before, that one's all about my great love for taking filthy (and occasionally revolting) Polaroid pictures.
- Babeland, if Park Slope doesn't want you, Williamsburg will take you. Gladly. And I know I'm not alone—I've seen the pinched faces of some of the new Condo Moms and they look like they could use a little plug-in relief, if you know what I mean.
- Meredith at Mousey Brown just gave me the best haircut of my life. I declare it a HairCute.
- I just bought this Jovovich-Hawk shirt at Target. Most of the line would look ridiculous on me (or anyone over the age of 26 and/or 100 lbs), but I thought this was sweet. We'll see.
- New York Magazine is calling this place the best spot to find a used refrigerator. Putting aside the fact that New York readers don't buy used anythings, let alone appliances, this is where my landlady used to purchase all my "new" refrigerators. She had to buy several because they kept breaking down (they also come equipped with armies of roaches). The last straw was the one that had—in place of a door seal—a thick, gloppy layer of vaseline keeping it shut. Once the vaseline evaporated, it stayed open. I finally sucked it up and bought myself a brand new fridge. Best place, my ass.
- Finally! A straight, age-appropriate, New York based Nerve dating blogger that I didn't date! Yay!
- Apparently old punks don't die, they just go mental! Watch the video. (Thanks, Ivan!)
- Jill Sobule needs our help!
- Does anyone have $2.295 million I could borrow?
- Boo! Roxy Paine's giant metal trees in Madison Park are gone. I hate most big public art, but I loved those trees.
