Dear disgusted former readers,
I recognize that obscure vector programming languages probably aren’t what you came here to read. Please proceed over to www.miaminights.com to proceed with the gossip and trashing.
Pete Doherty is my hero. What a badass!
Moments later, Doherty boards the bus, squints at me and says, “You always manage to turn up at the best times, don’t you?” His voice is gentle, its timbre vaguely bruised. After a moment, he flips open the view screen of a camcorder — as he works the play button, I notice his fingertips are split and blackened from crack use — and begins to watch his own performance from this very evening. … The next day, Doherty is arrested in Birmingham for driving a stolen vehicle.
His music is alright, but I wouldn’t say he’s the best thing out of Britain in years. I think I prefer The Streets, despite their flaws …
The guy from Ecko clothing tagging Air Force One
Interesting list of different dog breeds and their intelligence levels.
In England of course they found a book from the 1700s bound in human skin - I wish my library, wherever that may be, would carry books like these. I might actually open one.
The sudden national debate on immigration is a surprise to me. If you had told me a month ago that we’d be talking about this for hours on end on cable news channels today, I wouldn’t have believed it. It’s so strange that I’m wondering if perhaps this debate is being coordinated by the Democrats, who may have finally gotten their act together about the messages they emit as a group, and may be taking Karl Rove-style action to frame national debate over issues that they have nailed.
This came to me while reading this post on Daily Kos which talks about how the libs are finally putting together a solid platform while the Republicans dissolve into conflicted, warring parties …
If I ever become a wealthy person through media - blogs or otherwise - please, at all costs, prevent me from occupying my broadcast hours chit-chatting about industry rumor shit no one cares about. A good example is the “Katie Couric is no jounalist but she’s gonna be at CBS News” non-fiasco that’s heading up Don Imus’s show on MSNBC, Drudgereport’s top story for the past two days, and (I would imagine) Gawker. Neil Rodgers also does this with annoying frequency. No one outside the industry really gives a shit about Katie Couric’s journalistic merit. She looks pretty and she smiles and I forget about mortgages and cancer. That’s all we ask of our talking heads.
I had never heard of the concept of a “ratbike” — a motorcycle chopped and screwed and left for dead for the sake of looking like something out of Mad Max. I want!
Have I mentioned how happy I am ever since I cancelled my Netflix subscription? No longer do I have this angry pile of unwatched artsy european movies staring at me every time I walk past the DVD player. Life is simple: I either like what’s on the four cable channels I know of (HBO, Comedy Central, IFC and CNN — I haven’t bothered figuring out the rest yet) or I don’t. End of story. No monthly “is it worth it” decision-burden. Nothing.
I am going to apply this principal to the rest of my life and ride a mule to work in my one tuxedo.
I entered the stall with the best intentions. I wanted to blog about Metropolis: how it’s more sane now, how the throngs of shoving crowds are gone at the door, how it’s the least fun you can have per square foot short of a prairie, but I dropped my phone into a piss puddle in the bathroom stall. It won’t stop rebooting now. I have the pieces out, in the open, like being exposed to the dim light will help. Blackberry I pray for you. I just wanted to inform the Str8readers.