bring back match game!

thank the mighty lord zeus that the game show network airs episodes of match game. match game is genius. celebrities drinking, smoking and acting stupid -- but contestants WIN MONEY. that never happens on jersey shore.

your cheekbones are getting me through the day

for realz.

(click for bigness).


{image via just jared}

we've got a big big mess on our hands

so when i found out that the academy is was coming to the office i was excited, since i have new crush on lead singer william beckett. but i found myself completely unable to get dressed this morning, and though i am supposed to interview the band, all i really want to do is stare at william. not very professional. we'll see how it goes.

we've got a big mess on our hands - the academy is...

internet killed the video star

yeeeeeeeah. been super bizzy. sorta stuffed up like in an allergy way, maybe because all of new york is blooming and teeny petals are sweetly blowing in the wind and right up my nose.

but hi! i am here. where are you? say hi.

here's cool stuff i have seen lately:



lomme bed: a place to dream and to dream about. complete with iPod dock and muscle relaxing system.



if you love i can has cheezburger, you might ADORE lolgays! then again gaybe not.



pete wentz and cobra starship's gabe saporta are not gay for pay, no, not at all!!!


last but absofuckinglutely not least, the coolest video i have seen in forever:

justice - d.a.n.c.e.

JUSTICE - D.A.N.C.E.
Uploaded by edbangerrecords

*sniff*

hi! say hi, please.

kate moss has her own font.

kate moss has her own font. i ask you this: is it thin enough?


{back in the day i was really into helvetica neue extended thin, and my friend jennifer said they should make helvetica kate moss - an even thinner version.... }

r.i.p.

i went through a phase where i watched *a lot* of gsn. especially the old stuff. match game, to tell the truth, what's my line. i totally fell in love with kitty carlisle hart. she was so park avenue, such an old-school socialite, but not afraid to make fun of herself. she was a great friend of the met as well.

kiss my asp

watching steven's untitled rock show on fuse is like my porn. boys in bands and rock videos you never see anywhere else. so steven was interviewing socal band saosin and suddenly one of the band members caught my eye. his *lips* caught my eye. guitarist justin shekoski has something i find inexplicably hot - maybe because it draws attention to an inherently sexy spot. justin has snakebite piercings. what's that you say? snakebites should be your new boyfriend??? what a fantastic idea!

okay so let's see what we have here...


justin from saosin.


see also:


mike herrera from mxpx.
i interviewed him at two different warped tours; in addition to being dreamy, he's the nicest guy in the world.

see also:


sonny moore, formerly of from first to last.

okay, that's enough.

team snakebite!

sssssong of the day: duran duran - union of the snake





to see all your ex-boyfriends, click here.

notable/quotable

halle berry on benicio del toro:

"Let's not even talk about Benico. He's good, sexy and he's got that thing. Some actors have it. They walk in the room and the molecules in the room change. That would be him."

from an amazing (translated) interview with björk:


On Medúlla, you wrote "nor Bush nor Bin Laden". Do you feel this is even more urgent nowadays ?

We've been terrorized for more than four thousand years with these organized religions! Earth exists for more than four billion years, I think she's able to defend herself against those tiny four thousand years...
This idea, that we cannot live without orders from the left hemisphere of the brain, by completely neglecting the animal part, the pagan, the physical and the natural one is absurd. How could we neglect nature and become rolled up by the Bible or the Koran? How could we obediently allow this outrageous 12 month calendar with months we don't know if they have 28, 29, 30 or 31 days? The body, it knows there are 13 months: women bleed thirteen times during the year, there are thirteen full moons. But Christianity doesn't tolerate the 13th. By deleting this number, it imagined itself stronger than nature. Skyscrapers in New York don't have the 13th floor: that informs so much about the influence of this religion on that country. Even in Iceland, men imagined themselves stronger than nature and start building large dams, in this country which used to be considered as the purest in Europe... Volta, it's a comic horror film: I dream in it that one day nature is going to revolt... I see it, walking heavily and noisily down the streets of New York, entering each building and handwriting a "13" in the lift shafts. It's been four thousand years since she's been asleep and was letting the others do what they want to do with her. But now, it's over: we need to admit that we are only a tribe, who has to live with nature, has to forget its presumptions of civilization and cleanness. We are fundamentally pagans and we'll need to take that under our account.



track of the day: taking back sunday - my blue heaven

(I'm both a patient boy... and a jealous man...
We swing and we sway as this tiny voice in my head starts to sing
"You're safe child, you are safe")

you wouldn't understand.

while watching jonathan rhys meyers holler "i am the king of england!" in a promo for the the tudors last night, i felt some kind of chemical, physical reaction inside of me. it's so hard to describe, mostly because the proper words or idiomatic expressions do not exist in our language. or possibly they do and i just don't know what they are.

when a guy gets aroused he can say, "i got a boner." or "i got wood" or "i got a chubby." what is the female equivalent of "it made my girl parts tingle"? i am open to suggestions. really. please give me suggestions!

in the past i've been known to say he "made my ovaries move."

someone suggested saying "he got my spot hot."

it's not bad, it certainly rhymes. but it's lacking a certain gross baseness and slangy crudeness that you get from "boner."

i'm not the only girl who feels this way... so let's do something about it. suggestions, please!!!


track of the day: sweaty wet dirty damp (by gameboy/gamegirl)

love me, love my vietnamese baby.

date: march 16, 2007
from: girlhattan
to: you



dude, i know this is so shallow, ok? but i really wanted to name my unborn (unconceived) child pax. it's totally in my top ten list of unconceived baby names, along with raven and stewart and zia. fucking angelina jolie just waltzes into the orphanage, picks the cutest kid there, and names him the name that i picked out. she's such a bitch. i love her. vietnamese babies are the new black. and now she has cemented my fate to fall in love with this kid in 20 years, because i know he's going to be a hot, smart and well-traveled twentysomething vietnamese guy named pax, probably tattooed, guitar-playing and a scholar of french poetry, and i will be a horny older lady thinking unpure thoughts about him, of this i am sure.

i know what you're thinking. i'm just jealous. well i am! i've never been so jealous in my life. i didn't even know i wanted a vietnamese baby until just now. i also want to be lithe, leggy and lush-lipped. and have sex with brad pitt.

if you have a problem with that you can kiss my vietnamese baby,

girlhattan

beef, cheese, DNA

beef:
scott storch vs. timbaland

cheese:
kanye west vs. fall out boy

dna:
sharpton vs. thurmond

the candyman can

christina aguilera - candyman

this is what a pop music video is supposed to look like. colorful, fun. i love the swing dancing, christina's wiggy hair colors and the hot eye candy soldiers.

rando calrissian

random links of the day:

a lesson in aging gracefully: gilles bensimon

trailer for a movie that does not exist

i slept with shaq and other stupid sports tattoos

appear in buffy season 8

yo adrian! rocky action figure complete with side of beef

toothbrush that plays kiss

the page dedicated to the suavest man in space

home is where the art is

despite the crazy huge snowstorm in new york on valentine's day, i made it from my apartment downtown to the MTV studios in times square for a "behind the scenes" story with TRL host damien fahey.

i got to check out damien's dressing room, watch rehearsal and hang out backstage during the show. drew barrymore was the guest, and she was absolutely adorable. so cute, so pretty, and so nice to everyone. even though there had just been massive layoffs, it still seemed like a cool place to work. everyone's young, casually dressed, goofing off and hugging each other. close-knit.

anyway, i didn't take any pictures, mostly because i had a photographer with me but also because my camera is knock knock knockin' on heaven's door. i can barely wait to get a new one. i think that pink sony hits stores next week. we'll see.

yes, your majesty!

last night i saw a trailer for the the tudors, a new series coming to showtime.

a historical costume drama with horses, castles and hot boys is pretty much tailor-made for me.

and of course, jonathan rhys meyers is in my top 5, right behind johnny depp and benicio del toro (adam beach and joaquin phoenix are in there somewhere, with pharrell and t.i. not far behind, then throw in some watanabe and some clive)

velvet goldmine is a true obsession.

here's a trailer for the tudors:





here are some clips from velvet goldmine:


the ballad of maxwell demon





baby's on fire

am: hello! pm: goodbye!

tuesday am:

breakfast with hello kitty on the 53rd floor of the new york palace hotel. the suite was ridiculous - a triplex with kitchen, dining room, huge windows. hello kitty was there, and all of the editors were supposed to put their business cards in a little bag, because they'd be giving stuff away. someone won a hello kitty toaster, then someone won an electric guitar, and then it was time for the grand prize - a hello kitty bicycle. when they called my name i was in total shock. so yes, i am the proud winner of a pink hello kitty cruiser.

tuesday pm:

rapper and sharply-dressed gentleman common launched a line of hats at a store in nolita. we, the press, stood around in a teeny tiny storefront while common, jeremy piven, dreamy-steamy ryan reynolds, smokin' hot alicia keys and queen latifah stood on the shortest, narrowest red carpet in the world and smiled for photogs. (see pix here.) there was a party, i guess, i mean people were sipping moet splits at the store next door, but i walked home and got right into bed to get warm...

icons of the meatpacking district

party: Icons of the Meatpacking District by Ruth Ro

at the theory store: gansevoort and greenwich

in attendance: diane von furstenberg, nigel barker, phil oh (novelist and street peeper) and so on and so forth.

last night a bassist saved my life

say what you will about today's music but it is absolutley impossible to be depressed at a fall out boy show. last night, though technically uninvited, i talked myself into their listening party at retox. once there, the pr contact - very unexpectedly - gave me a ticket to their show, which would start in an hour. so i went.

hammerstein ballroom was already packed with kids. then the lights went out and bon jovi's living on a prayer blasted. and then the band, including bassist and diminutitive heartthrob pete wentz hit the stage and the crowd came alive. arms raised in the air, kids jumping up and down while guitars thrummed and lights flashed. and they were crowdsurfing and touching and whirling, so much energy, so much contact, guys and girls jumping up, hurling themselves at themselves, with complete and utter faith that their peers would catch them, support them, pass them, hand to hand, toward the stage, hundreds of bodies moving as one ocean of life.

over to the side i could see label head LA reid nodding his head, and to my immediate left was rolling stone's joe levy.

it definitely made me happy.

and so, i recommend that you lay down your judgements and just watch the video for "this ain't a scene it's an arms race" by fall out boy. and have a happy wednesday.



yeah i know, apparently in our democratic, separation of church and state nation it's a crime to say "goddamn." whatev.

welcome to the bungle

tuesday - pizza at lombardi's, drinks at shebeen, etc. later i ended up at some baile funk party @ apt, shimmying to booty bass with portuguese lyrics.

wednesday i had a lovely farewell dinner with the lovejones at matsuri, fantastic sushi, tempura eel and a some sort of lethal momo-tini peachy cocktail with what i thought were olives on a toothpick immersed inside - they turned out to be lychees, yum!







thursday i went to what i thought was going to be a small photography exhibit - turned out that it was held in grand central station and the pictures were of the race for governor, so spitzer and a gang of political types were there. let's just say i felt a teeny conspicuous. i texted a friend:
i love being the leopard print girl in a room full of navy suits.











post-photo show i crashed a party in the west village and dragged people to workhorse's to play with his wii. i have seen the future and it's so so fun!

on my way home i stopped for papaya juice. they're open 24 hours and it aids digestion, you know.





friday i stayed in and watched degrassi. i can't believe craig is on coke, such good TV!

saturday i had a million errands to run and then went uptown to see the fam - and then downtown again, then because of some mix up, drank alone @ the brass monkey while people around me were watching football, then met up with people at automatic slim's, then my friend km texted to say she was going to esquina with a friend who was maybe bringing axl rose.

i thought she was joking so i texted back:
welcome to the jungle baby, you're gonna die!

but of course when i got to esquina, axl rose was actually there. with sebastian bach. and at another table? moby. random. i had my own celebrity posse: workhorse and poogene. they're real rock stars!

later km and i hit 151 and st. jerome where we met a cute tattooed bartender named zack who forced us to do shots with him, sigh. like my girl jaimes says, the good times are killing me.