Graphic footage of a vicious kitty mauling
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
My Saturday Was So Awesome It's Taken Me Until Wednesday To Blog About It
Sometimes, that's just how we roll. Here's some footage from this Saturday at Bar 4, where Ms. Lara Ewen paid tribute to the late Alex Chilton, and this happened:
And then, Matt Singer took the stage, and everyone helped with percussion, and this happened:
And then I left, all sober-like, and was very proud of myself, and then realized I forgot my credit card, so I went back, and I drank more, and then Jessi, Lara, and I attacked the photo booth, and this happened:
It was a good Saturday, you guys.
And then, Matt Singer took the stage, and everyone helped with percussion, and this happened:
And then I left, all sober-like, and was very proud of myself, and then realized I forgot my credit card, so I went back, and I drank more, and then Jessi, Lara, and I attacked the photo booth, and this happened:
It was a good Saturday, you guys.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Huffington Post Op-Ed on Racial Profiling
What is the deal with the United Nations picking the most unwieldy names for their international observances? Is it a translation thing? Search me. While we try to figure that out, I'm pretty pleased that an op-ed I helped write with my colleague Chandra is on Huff Po today to mark the International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination. Looking forward to the Global Week of Action for the Abbreviation of International Observances (GWOAFTAIO). I think I'll reserve that URL on GoDaddy right now.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Project Mayfly
If you've been paying attention at all, you'll know that I spend the better part of my free time hanging around the various music clubs in New York. It's a habit I cultivated in fits and starts when I moved to DC, and became a full-fledged lifestyle after my last relationship ended. Funny enough, when you're with someone for a long time that frowns upon you engaging in certain activities (i.e. dancing, singing, drinking, fraternizing with the opposite sex, fraternizing with the same sex, maintaining good credit, etc), you become a little hell-bent on pursuing just those kind of amusements when you find yourself on your own.
But anyway, after I got whatever acting-out I needed to out of my system, I realized that I had accidentally found myself with a bunch of awesome, talented, lovely new people as friends. Some play music part time, some play for a living, some are photographers, writers, or just hangers-on who like to drink bourbon, dance spastically in the back, spend money and maybe, just maybe, meet boys. Guess where I fit in.
Two of my pals in this crew, the estimable Emily Rawlings and Lara Ewen, had a great idea to take over an antique store in Greenpoint, invite a bunch of people to play music for 20 minutes at a time, and turn it into a one-day only record store selling local music. Because as it turns out, it's damn hard to find anywhere in NYC these days that sells actual CDs at all, local or otherwise. It's probably the biggest difference between NY in 1999 when I last lived here, and NY now. So unless you're a gig rat like I am, local musicians have to hope that you're invested enough to find them online and pay money there.
So all day long, great people played great music and we drank great beer out of great paper bags and ate Pringles and sat on the floor and hung out and had us a time. And they made over $1000 that went straight to the artists who played there. And according to the NYC artist exchange rate, I assure you, this is very good indeed.
The project lives on at http://mayflylives.blogspot.com/ where the extra CDs will be available for purchase. Soon. Soon-ish. We kinda live and die by the -ish around here.
It was a bit of a love-fest, which is not a bad thing at all. Case in point, here's Bryan covering a song by Kelli Rae Powell, who couldn't perform her own stuff because she had an audition. Feel the love, you guys:
But anyway, after I got whatever acting-out I needed to out of my system, I realized that I had accidentally found myself with a bunch of awesome, talented, lovely new people as friends. Some play music part time, some play for a living, some are photographers, writers, or just hangers-on who like to drink bourbon, dance spastically in the back, spend money and maybe, just maybe, meet boys. Guess where I fit in.
Two of my pals in this crew, the estimable Emily Rawlings and Lara Ewen, had a great idea to take over an antique store in Greenpoint, invite a bunch of people to play music for 20 minutes at a time, and turn it into a one-day only record store selling local music. Because as it turns out, it's damn hard to find anywhere in NYC these days that sells actual CDs at all, local or otherwise. It's probably the biggest difference between NY in 1999 when I last lived here, and NY now. So unless you're a gig rat like I am, local musicians have to hope that you're invested enough to find them online and pay money there.
So all day long, great people played great music and we drank great beer out of great paper bags and ate Pringles and sat on the floor and hung out and had us a time. And they made over $1000 that went straight to the artists who played there. And according to the NYC artist exchange rate, I assure you, this is very good indeed.
The project lives on at http://mayflylives.blogspot.com/ where the extra CDs will be available for purchase. Soon. Soon-ish. We kinda live and die by the -ish around here.
It was a bit of a love-fest, which is not a bad thing at all. Case in point, here's Bryan covering a song by Kelli Rae Powell, who couldn't perform her own stuff because she had an audition. Feel the love, you guys:
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