… but am not 100% positive.
1. Jim Jarmusch
2. Shawn Astley
3. Brendan Sexton III
… but am not 100% positive.
1. Jim Jarmusch
2. Shawn Astley
3. Brendan Sexton III
1. poo day dooz
2. puh da tut
3. buh da duh
4. puh tay toe sa led
5. po ta too
6. puh day too tah
7. po da tuht
8. po da too
9. po day tah ta led
10. puh tah ta let
11. boo day poo tile
12. buh da too
13. puh tay toe ta led
14. puh ted ta led
15. puh tay to tah
16. puh toe toe
This sounds pretty fun:
NYC Fifth Annual Big Wheel Race
Welcome back to Fluff’s Fifth Annual NYC Big Wheel race. The past five years have shown us the marvels of madness with Ice Wheels, speed trials and countless four-wheeling events on three wheels. We’re back to the brouhaha that started it all.
Bring your own Big Wheel. This includes: Big Wheels, trikes, velocipedes, skateboards you can sit on and control, ice boxes, toilets with wheels, soapbox vessels, or other hand made or rehashed contraptions.
The rules are as follows: Your seat or bottom must be no higher than 12 inches above the ground. Avoid rubber wheels; plastic or other is favored. Wear safety gear. Riders have been known to break 30mph. This is open to everyone. You ride at your own risk. We’ll use both the Rocket Path and the Danger Loop.
Costumes: superheroes are encouraged to dress the part and ride as the heroes they are. Wonder Woman, we miss you, please come back. Performers: If you’d like to play your guitar, bring your hoop, spin poi, or teach us all how to paint small children’s faces please do so.
Central Park
106th Street and 5th Avenue entrance, walk up to the top of the path, Manhattan
3p photos, 3:30p racing, 5:30p enchiladas; $free
Then again, I’ve always been a sucker for those pillow fight people.
LB: i got on the scale today and it read “low”
i was hoping it was referring to my weight but it was referring to the battery.
me: BAHAHAHAHAHA
LB: also my aunt ran over her dog for the second time.
me: omg
LB: she’s such a flake.
It’s really frustrating that the word “dope” can refer to both marijuana and heroin. I mean, it’s too ingrained now to stop, but I thought I’d whine about it for a second. I don’t know about you guys, but it causes me a lot of problems in my own life.
On the next episode of “Word Problems”: the new favorite GLBT, “them.”
Remember the post-movie-book? Do those exist anymore? Man, those were funny.
Werner Herzog’s Grizzly Man
Triumph of the Will
Deliverance
Snakes on a Plane
This Is Spinal Tap
Lars Von Trier’s Antichrist
Alejandro Jodorowsky’s The Holy Mountain
Salvador Dali’s Un Chien Andalou
The Who’s Tommy (or The Wall, for that matter)
David Lynch’s Lost Highway
Peggy and Fred in Hell
Todd Haynes’ I’m Not There
Gummo
Fantasia
The Baby
Kids
Boxing Helena
Poto and Cabengo
I could go on.
For a long time, I lost this reference, and so now I am holding it here so that I can always find it when I need it.
“Indeed, the disciples of Rabbi Nachman of Breslov used to set aside an hour a day known as the Dead Hour, in which all business would cease and nothing structured was permitted, allowing the repressed soul to come to the fore and be free.”
I… cannot… get over… the insane awkwardness and utter witlessness of the show’s host/perhaps the age as a whole? Jesus, if people put me on TV and then listed my many indiscretions and then brought out my caseworker from one or another psych ward, I would probably lash out with something along the lines of, “If this cruel parade is emblematic of the type of world we live in, I’d rather be nuts!” The look of horror on her face when the host announces that they’ve wired 125 producers to ask them to consider her for an upcoming romantic role is just soul-shattering.
So I had to tell Joyce Wadler, who wrote the genius NY Times article that started the whole thing, and here is her response:
ID,
What a great idea!! So often people who are dead to us are long gone before we have the pleasure of telling them. These cards would take care of that. Hope you sell a million. And congratulations on getting the go ahead from The New Yorker, a magazine I could not do without.
Joyce