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9 out of 10 doctors may or may not allegedly recommend this as a cure for hangovers.
Ashley has more information on this luminous hotel room at the Grammercy Park Hotel. I want to stay there!
Just a few photos from a rooftop kegger in the east village in this recap.
My night started off inauspiciously as I rode a subway train that was covered in blood. This was the main source of it but there were blood splatters all over this train. And then David Caruso showed up and we were all like, "Dude, you can't see the blood when you still have your sunglasses on." And then he replied, "It's okay. I'm CSI." We said "That doesn't even make any sense!"
When this drunk half-passed out Hispanic guy noticed that I was going to take a photo of the blood, he tossed his banana peel on to the blood.
And there was food. This was the source that I was tapping into towards the end of the party when I kept disappearing and reappearing with brownies.
Stan: "Yo yo, check it out!" Hahaha.
My friend Hector (and his friend) who hit me up with the head's up about this party. And in another example of this city being way too small: It turns out that Hector's roommate, a random situation from Craigslist, in that building is my (still relatively new) roommate's boyfriend. Cue, It's a small world afterrrr allll.
This girl admirably tried to take charge of the situation after the kegs were kicked and every drop of alcohol was consumed.
Hector hooked us up with a secret stash from his apartment.
O Canada!
My roommate's pet turtle endlessly cracks me up which is pretty odd considering s/he (we aren't sure) is pretty inanimate as far as animals go, except it has this tendency at times to follow me around by frantically paddling inside his cage if I pace back and forth in the living room. I also like the way it sunbathes in the glow of the hot lamp by sticking its back feet-fins out. He looks like he's doing the Superman pose.
I went to the Met earlier today on my bi-annual trek up there. (I really should go more often...) Like I stated in my previous entry I saw the Superheroes exhibit there which was terrific, but no photography was allowed and I got yelled at when I tried to surreptitiously take a picture. This exhibit also had copies of the original issues of Superman, Spider Man, Iron Man, Hulk, Captain America, among others. My brain exploded.
Anyways, here are some random pictures from the museum:
"Probably French." Uh, they should probably stick a summer intern on this one and figure out whether it's French or not.
Went to the rooftop and finally saw the Jeff Koons exhibit (previously).
Reflection.
Funny mirror reflection.
Haha.
The dog.
The detail is remarkable.
Haha.
Balloon Dog.
Me and Chuck Close painting. Haha.
This artist's kid is going to have the best toothpick suspension bridge in his class.
Close up.
This piece was really neat (I forgot who it was by. Anyone? Anyone? Erin? Bueller?) and it wrapped around the entire room.
We were wondering how it stayed up on the wall--and upon closer inspection we noticed these thin small nails that held it in place against the room walls.
I FOUND IT! TEH ONE R1NG TO RUL3 THEM ALL!!1!!
HEY CLAY! PUNCH!
I'm going to cash in my once-a-day usage here: This woman's outfit is AGGRESSIVE.
I'm thinking of wearing a name tag now that says "No, I have not seen Batman." And then another name tag beneath that one which says "Why? Because showings have been sold out, the lines have been too long, and its only been out for two weeks." I've been asked whether I've seen Batman by everyone and when I reply that I have not, the tiring interrogation demanding my reasoning for not seeing immediately follows.
People, I get it. It's a great film that has a good balance of the eye candy razzle dazzle (Oooh, a black motorcycle! Explosions!) for the Michael Bay audience, without straying too far from the source material so as not to not piss off the hard-core comic book fans, combined with a compelling and dark performance by the now deceased Heath Ledger in the role of the Joker that pleases the art house crowd and validates the fact that they are watching a movie about one of the most mainstream comic book characters ever while masking their macabre fascination with Ledger's premature death.
Or I can just resort to lying, which doesn't seem too difficult here.
"Hey did you see--?"
"YES. Wow. Heath Ledger. What can I say other than Oscar. i don't mean the hot dog."
And then I can continue and talk about how "dark" it was and how the Joker really fucks with Batman's pysche, and the notion of how Batman, the ultra vigilante--a role the daytime playboy adopts to deal with his continuing childhood trauma over the gangland death of his parent--gives birth ironically to the ultra villain.
Am I right or am I right?
Also, I've noticed that people who have seen this movie fit into two distinct groups. One group simply asks, "Have you seen Batman?" The other and more questionable group says "Have you seen the Dark Knight? I generally respond to the latter group, "Dude, you're a little too close and are invading my personal space."
So, I have not seen Batman, but I did go to the Superheros special exhibit at The Met today and saw the Batman costume that Christian Bale wore in the latest movie. Have you seen that, huh? Huh? Have you?
The show highlighted "the symbolic and metaphorical association" and connection between the fictional world of superheros and its relationship with both fashion and technology. There was some great stuff there including the Iron Man suit (pre-paint job) and the suits from Spider Man. But it was also kind of bullshit because there wasn't a single mention of Aquaman.
Update: I received the following two e-mail messages from my friend DC this morning after he read this entry:
12:00 pm: When I called last night I was at the theatre and it was to ask if Batman...the Dark Knight was really good.
12:01 pm: Ahhh...also I'm a little freaked out because I did not realize the joker was ledger....
Mind you DC is one of the sharpest kids I know.
After work on Thursday I headed over to Stan's apartment for a bit of Guitar Hero and beer.
Stan killing it on the hard difficulty level with his best hero of guitars face.
Ian came over and was all like, "Oh, I'm going to suck." "I haven't played this for months." "Guys, don't make fun of me." And then he picked up the ax and ripped off a near perfect 97 percent performance. Asshole.
I only just noticed this in front of the deli near my subway stop. Anyone have an explanation?
I was walking past the 34th Street entrance to Penn Station during the evening rush hour only to find a mob scene in front of the gated entrance and a news van unloading. Any one know what was going on? There were some angry commuters.
Isn't this how the beginning of all urban zombie or outbreak films begin? Closures of transportation points (e.g., Exits out of the city), and quarantine of those inside??
A rather unimpressed cameraman (who is looking very summer-y with the polo and boat shoes), especially for one who will soon be TURNED INTO A ZOMBIE!!!!!
ZOMBIE ATTACK:
Yes, that is the gold Iron Man t-shirt. Iron Man versus Zombie. Woa. CAA sign me up. That is a summer tentpole movie concept right there.
After I see a show, event, or movie and I come home afterwards, I typically toss the ticket stub into a little bin I have as a memento. This evening I cleaned my room a bit and tried to organize that bin (In other words, I had an AWESOME Monday night! Woohoo!!). I took photos in no particular order of the random assortment of tickets I've kept:
Pretty decent weighty, but popcorn affair. (Previously.)
A fairy tale not meant for children and not really the best choice on Valentine's Day either... (Previously.)
Thanks to Bearnot for the hook up on the ticket to the Yankees' last home opener in their current stadium before they relocate next year across the street to their new home. (Previously.)
Saw it this past weekend. Awesome. (Previously.)
It's no National Gallery or the Met, but I've never had as much fun as I did at this modern art museum thanks to the company of Erin and her groovy parents. (Previously.)
More after the jump.
I used to get hooked up with these Knicks tickets at my old job. I was just thinking the other day that it's an indictment on the sad affairs of the Knicks the past four years that in this city of stars I cannot think of any prominent billboard or signage advertising a single player on the Knicks. That is wrong.
As much as the Knicks sucked, I always had so much fun at these games, especially the time my friend and I sneaked down to the courtside seats.
A movie I enjoyed seeing, glad I saw it, but would never watch again.
A pretty decent museum. (Previously.)
I felt like I had more (I went to at least 5 Knicks games last year, but only kept two of them for example). Oh well.
This subway entrance and pay phone mash up I encountered on 6th Avenue in Midtown today looks bizarre to me.
I really dig this apartment lobby signage:
This New York Times restaurant review by Peter Meehan of a new dim sum restaurant (Pacificana) in Chinatown in Brooklyn makes me really crave dim sum right now. It's also an amusing read starting with the reviewer's fellow diners at his table, which included a family whose child provided the (annoying) entertainment by providing a running commentary on their meal.
We started with dumplings (a metal steamer of juicy, shu mai-like pork dumplings were the best, though there wasn’t a batch that disappointed). It was on to rice noodle wraps stuffed with tender mushrooms and crisp water chestnuts. They fell apart when we picked them up but were good eating all the same. Glutinous rice balls filled with black sesame paste were like chewy, savory bonbons.
The girl couldn’t hide her expression when we ordered chicken feet.
My friend asked her name.
“I Don’t Know!”
I Don’t Know paused before continuing, “And if you knew me I’d be the weirdest girl you knew.”
Read more here.
[Thanks Chris!]
A few crap-phone photos from last night's rooftop party, which I classed up by bringing a six pack of MGD. I thought it would go well with the wine and cheese.
Over looking green Central Park.
Catching the firework show over Central Park. As some things go like Megan Fox, the IAC building, and your mom, it was more impressive in person than as seen here in its pixilated variation:
Improv Everywhere's latest hack involved a whole lotta twins and producing a mirrored subway train. Genius x 2!
See the full recap with more photos and videos on their website.
The Hampton's Aint Cool
Sat Jul 5 2pm – 8pm Hudson Terrace @ 621 W. 46 St b/w 11th and 12th Ave
Special performance by Talib Kweli La Esquina providing grub D-Nice, Pete Rock, and Dj Eleven rotating on the tables
Update: This was a very quality party. I only have a few crappy camera phone pictures but this was a rare case of a party exceeding expectations from the moment we walked in until the very last dance.
Not just hor douvres, but full meal style food was provided by La Esquina whose chefs cooked on the balcony patio. The burgers, ribs, and corn was delicious once, twice, thrice.
Lauren demolishing her plate of food.
N quite consciously attempting to bring back Von Dutch, mesh trucker hats, and camouflage in one fell swoop.
Jeff just flew back to NYC and was warmly greeted with this party.
Talib Kweli performed a short set to a hyped crowd.
More Kweli.
More Kweli.
Chris and Jeff moderately impressed by the show as they stood 5 feet away from the stage.
The photographer at the event and his ihmdj t-shirt.
Lauren dancing.
I can't blame him. It WAS past 4 am.
I FOUND HIM.
This is actually a prop train being used in a remake of The Taking of Pelham One Two Three which sounds a lot like Speed...with trains.