Question:

Wouldn't you think it should be important for upcoming presidential candidates to actually shed some light and address the current economic situation without pussyfooting around so much?

I'm just sayin'.

Paul Krugman says it all right here.

I must say, there is not one candidate that I actually WANT to vote for. Anyone notice a pattern forming here?

Mel F Goes to Dirty Jersey

One day I will own a Maserati, I promise you.

Until then, I'll just continue to catch rides with my cousin to the Bricks in his.

Hello Rockwell, Goodbye Tax Return

PATTA & ROCKWELL BRING THE HOT FIYA (COTTON) BLENDS:

I want to make love to Rockwell, one of my favorite clothing labels. They're based in the Netherlands (get low) and are hot to death. The quality is top notch, the fit is perfect and need I say more about the design?! Cot damn I busted a nut when I opened up my e-mail and saw that sweatshirt. I own only one Rockwell shirt and one Rockwell pillow, but if the exchange rate didn't suck so much and if my tax return was a little nicer post-paying off my credit card, I would own a lot more.

"'Cause when I rock the mic I rock the mic well."

EQUIPO CRÓNICA ES LA HOSTIA

I recently found out that my ancestry is predominantly Spanish and German. I spent my entire life thinking I was 98% Russian. Apparently, my family lived in Germany and were land owners in Russia. They also weren't originally Jewish but converted once in Russia. This news explains A LOT. !REPRESENTA!

MERCI POUR SEBASTIAN TELLIER.

L'AUTRE PAIRE DYNAMIQUE

MON DIEU. J'ai besoin de dire MERCI. Like seriously, the new Sebastian Tellier album Sexuality is just so fucking sexy, I can't stop listening to it. And I can't stop thinking about sex, which is a direct result of having this on constant rotation. Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo (Daft Punk) produced it, so clearly you want to buy this album ASAP if you don't already own it. Missingtoof has posted some tracks from the album which you can listen to in the interim.

On an unrelated note, even though the Dow was up today I'm still convinced that the economy is going in an ill direction. A-Rod is worth more than Bear Stearns, what goes on?! BEAR STEARNS. Speaking of A-Rod, Mets season begins in just under two weeks and we have SANTANA. I'm not going to stop singing that Juelz song ALL. SEASON. LONG.

'Cause I Came And I Saw and I Conquered All Y'all

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MY HOT HOT SEX.

Check out Diplo's remix of Veni Vedi Veci for some hot fiya for your earz.

Who's messiah would be good for you?

Mr. S. Comes to Town

My brother and his friends made a short film about Mr. Spielberg. My youngest sister (by five minutes, though I'm not the other twin) has a cameo. Proof that some of the coolest people come from Rockland County, NY:



MOLTO BRAVO, BOYS!

Breakthrough Performances

Ryan McGinley shot New York Times' Breakthrough Performances and I have to say, he did a fucking AWESOME job. The article exudes talent.

These are some of my favorite shots. I guess my love for Paul Dano extends outside my love for his performance in There Will Be Blood.



See the behind the scenes video Shooting Stars from the photo session.

Drinking That Haterade

Since the cool new thing in blogging is writing about APC'S amazing fucking Spring '08 collection, I guess that means I have to jump on board and agree that the new APC line is almost as good as Joy Division's "Dead Souls," which is what I'm currently listening to.

Sadly, I can hardly afford rent, let alone clothing, let alone clothing that costs more than $100 so I'll just continue to hate everyone that doesn't have student loans to pay off. NYU called me asking for money tonight and I told them they're the reason I have none.

Last night I saw No Age and The Liars (or just Liars) at Warsaw. No Age, Liars' first few songs and the pierogies I housed were the highlights of the evening. Sadly enough, the beers were $5 a piece which is expensive for Brooklyn's standards. I find myself hating Manhattan and wanting to be in Brooklyn on a daily basis. And because I'm a misanthrope, I'll continue to do so. Manhattan has replaced everything cool with a bunch of expensive shit. And the graffiti is way better in Brooklyn. As Guru puts it, "never take no shorts because Brooklyn's the borough."

I'm blogging instead of watching the Grammy's because I couldn't care less about that shit. It's a masquerade of a bunch of artists that have no contribution to my daily existence. Unless Biggie and Big L are resurrected or Fugazi reunites, you can keep your Beyonce and Fergie and Kenny Chesney and I'll happily internet the night away.

Like, how the fuck is it 10:15pm right now?!

Society of the Spectacle Part ___ or Wagging the Dog in the Czech Republic

Yesterday, the New York Times posted an article about a collective of artists called Ztohoven that simulated a fake nuclear bomb explosion on a local Czech news channel. Not only is the name of their collective a play on words in Czech, members go by names like Roman Tyc and Mira Slava (meaning peace and fame). These guys like to play with reality on multiple levels and to put it in layman's terms, I'M SO WITH THAT!

THE ZTOHOVEN THEMSELVES!:



See the video below from Czech news television via YouTube (there's no volume):



Here's the link to the collective's (sparse) webpage, in both English and Czech.

Tonight, I lift my glass of ice cold Pilsner to the Ztohoven!