photo: jin moon

le funky do.

01.18.03 -- ok, so the weekend of drunken debauchery hasn't started yet -- way too fucking cold outside. makes me want to curl up into a ball and sleep...zzz...ok, i'm back.

hey, even hipster's need lipstick, too. jco found this link the other day when we were talking about the hipster handbook.

i'm gonna work on my tim harrington "steal this indie look". should be a bawl.

photo: irenecara.com

idealism meets disillusionment.
oh new york, you do it every time!

01.17.03 -- yeah i did go and watch fame again tonight with anna. i remembered much and forgot much. whatever happened to irene cara afterwards? according to imdb.com, she put together a new band called Caramel in july 2001, and she's living in florida. wow, i didn't know she also sang "what a feeling" from flashdance! how come her site only has old pictures of her? ok, ok, we know why. anyhoo, did anyone else think the character leroy johnson was gay? c'mon! who you foolin', g?

also, seriously disturbing plotlines were never clarified or followed up -- it was like each scene was an audition snippet, but i love the part where the cabby father beats up the angry trucker. did you see the way he danced?

we hear from reliable sources that the french kicks are gonna do something big... do you think they're gonna unleash a "close to modern" car commercial on us? or maybe they got signed to a major. does anyone know? if you do, please post on the boards!

is anyone else going to see johnny marr on tuesday? should be a blast. i'm also wondering what mellowdrone will sound like live. mellow...droning... as advertised i'm sure.

let's now comment on the song of the day, a-ha's "take on me". who can resist smiling whimsically while listening to this? i dare you to defy the melody! i need another pick me up.

mink lungs tomorrow? let's rock! hey rachel, maybe paul rudd will be there?

i am still waiting for my 200 cigarettes poster autographed by janeane garafalo. i'm so effin' cheesey, please don't gag!

photo: i forget

poor beck, but look at those lips!

01.16.03 -- beck is so wonderfully sorrowful. he sings, "...In the harsh light of the day, on the edge of nothing more, days fade to black
In the light of what they lack... already dead to me now 'cause it feels like I'm watching something die." i think i empathize more with him than with ryan adams.

song of the day = "already dead" by beck

for some reason or another i decided to play bright eyes' "lover i don't have to love" on my home page. [ok, after some thought i changed my mind back to play song of the day.] [OK, you might think it's cheesy, but i decided to get rid of the sad beck song for a happier tune -- a shout out to keith's alma mater. likey?]

i felt strong nostalgia today to go out to a cafe and smoke and drink, like i often did in college with steph. is it possible to miss someone and some habit that much? i guess so.

hopefully we will get tickets to see supergrass at the bowery ballroom. in other news, i got two tickets to see interpol on the carson daly show. that's gonna be a hoot for sure. i'm looking forward to the drinking and debauchery set for sunday and monday night. should be a blast!

please check out new photo gallery:
witnesses with the hong kong

photo: ryan-adams.com

alone and sad or something

01.15.03 -- my song of the day is ryan adams' "cry on demand". or maybe it was another song from demolition. i don't really remember. that country boy feels so much pity for himself, and today i listened to his album and felt some empathy. i felt inexplicably sad today. it was a feeling that i've felt before, but this i couldn't quite come to grips about why. why was i feeling this way? aw, fuck it.

surfing for random links to entertain you, i found the following:

the indie rock boys' guide to indie rock girls. wtf is this shit?

jco might be amused with this other link about making mix tapes (she got mix taper on the "how indie are you" quiz.):
indie rock guide to constructing mix tapes.

are you some kind of movie whiz? try this movie quote quiz.

i often wonder, what sort of weirdo am i? here's the answer -- try this quiz.

it should be noted somewhere that jco, rachel and i went to sweetups last night. found karaoke. steven stayed for a bit. i got drunk. jco and i decided late night to sing "two princes"and i don't think anyone paid any attention. no matter it was an inside joke anyway.

also we found out that a the gay pimp is actually a pimp that kimya knows. go figure.

photo: dollsoup.co.uk

alright already. i'm hip!

01.14.03 -- hmm, not much to report today. i am like whatever with almost everything. it's called "being in a mood". there's an intense debate on the walkmen message board on whether or not they should have done the saturn commercial. i think, alright already, they're hip! (faster pussycat kill kill reference)

other fave pussycat quotes:
Linda: "I'm glad you're here. Would you like a soft drink?"
Rosie: "You gotta be kiddin'. A soft drink she say! Honey, we don't like-a nothing soft. Everything we touch is HARD!"

Tommie: What's your point?
Varla: It's of no return and you've reached it.

if you haven't seen this movie, which john waters calls the best movie ever made, go to kim's and rent it now. also check out this clip. let's go, baby, go!

photo: hipsterhandbook.com

uh, that's, like, deck.

01.13.03 -- boo! i am only 57% hipster. actually, maybe that's a good thing! take the quiz now! this hipster handbook (written by the same guy who brings you freewilliamsburg) was also written up in the Week in Review section of the NYT. btw, the guy on the lower right hand side of my graphic is fiona's friend allan. deck deck deck.

definition of a hipster as mandated by the hipster handbook:
Hipster - One who possesses tastes, social attitudes, and opinions deemed cool by the cool. (Note: it is no longer recommended that one use the term "cool"; a Hipster would instead say "deck.") The Hipster walks among the masses in daily life but is not a part of them and shuns or reduces to kitsch anything held dear by the mainstream. A Hipster ideally possesses no more than 2% body fat.

lame. anyhoo, here's a link i took from the hip links part of that site. it's the new york city anti-hipster forum. if you're a hata, sound off here: hipstersareannoying.blogspot.com

ahem, alloy is not on fortune's list of best companies to work for! but smuckers and starbucks are. go figure.

i laughed for hours after i saw mariah carey struggle to sit like a lady. girlfriend, underwear is back, and you should get some. uh huh.

loyal fans of chelsea's whole foods market, click here. number seven is yours!

wow, bloggers unite and party on! interesting and scary. i'm totally going.

for old time's sake, let's revisit emotion eric.

photo: jin moon

'stache-tastic!!

01.12.03 -- here's the lowdown re: the witnesses show last night. jco smartly pointed out that adrian grenier is the new gideon yago. spot on! yep, we saw adrian again last night at north six, but this time he had the strangely ubiquitous handle-bar 'stache (kenan of the witnesses and the mysterious tambourine player from the hong kong also had one).

witnesses were good, but they also made me laugh with their intensity. are they serious about being so "rawk"? darian (hey, that's like a variation on adrian) and oakley were almost famous, and bonnie (the next "steal this indie look") looked like she was masturbating on stage. playing the keyboards -- she looked like she was orgasming -- and when she was singing, she kept straddling the mic stand. hamilton, are you taking notes? i guess the entire band seemed like they were masturbating.

photo: jin moon

if i had to label the night , i would say it was the night of short skirts. first band creme blush had 'em. blood on the wall, not so much, but the hong kong singer catherine culpepper was making all the guys sweat (including adrian) with her snap-on safari outfit. bonnie was wearing a short leather mini-dress. and one girl in the audience didn't even bother with a skirt, she wore her bra and underwear outside of skin-tight tank and leggings. bizarre. the billyburg fashion scene continues to boggle me, but whatever. it's rather entertaining.

we also noted that everyone in the audience looked like a stroke or kurt cobain or strangely enough, urge overkill. and several of these said people had "x"s on their hands. hello, underage!