July 2010
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So, About That 2 AM Hospital Checkin On Foursquare
So, my friend John is a musician in Raleigh. He had a show in the city last night and stayed at my apartment. He woke up in the middle of the night with abdominal pains and we went to the closest emergency room, which is on the Williamsburg/Bushwick border. Between how the two of us spent our nights (him: passing kidney stones; me: watching crackheads wander in off the street, pee in the hallway,...
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The New Yorker Tries To Intellectualize Jeggings →
The thing about explaining lolcats to Finnish people really did happen.
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Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and run over rocks from the basement of time. Under the rocks are words, and some of the words are theirs. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.
- Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It
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How Not to Get a Job: Annoying Celebrities On...
I have a search box set up for “personal assistant” on the Twitter application I use. Sometimes, that search box turns up good, usable stuff, like this post. But about 99 percent of the tweets can be divided up into one of two categories:
People complaining that they have too much work to do and asking if anyone wants to be their unpaid personal assistant/driver/cook/nanny/some combination...
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And then I had to explain how Google Alerts will not tell me that I was mentioned in a print publication.
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“Rupert Murdoch sells topless Page 3 girls to England, and he sells “fair and...”
– The New York Times
The article is pretty fair, but I do wish the reporter had mentioned the non-business component to the company’s sale. Specifically, I wish he’d mentioned how about three-fourths of the employees were laid off, including many of my friends and former colleagues. (I...
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I am unfollowing Nick McGlynn because of my seething jealousy of his Hamptons house.
spiers:
I’m sort of enjoying being the only person in NYC who actually likes the heat, having been inured to it by growing up in a hot, super-humid environment. (97 degrees? Psffffffft. That’s mid-February in Alabama.)
However, I don’t enjoy having to carry around a sweater in 97 degree heat because people habitually turn their air conditioners to 60, thinking that because it’s summer, what...
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Breaking News from TheGloss: Hermes Is Designing a... →
Mmm, I love the smell of breaking news in the morning.
