truly irritating!

i have two pet peeves: people who litter and overly tweezed eyebrows.

a couple of days ago i watched this woman, who was eating pizza in the passenger side of a SUV as it rumbled down clinton street, zip down her window and throw a dunkin' donuts napkin out onto the street.

as the car rolled away i had the urge to pick the napkin out of its filthy puddle, run over to the car, knock on the window and, when she zipped it down, deposit the napkin in her lap.

"here's your napkin back," i would say. "you left it on my block. oh, and i'd just like to get your address so that if i have anything i want to throw away, i can leave it in front of your house."

of course, i just kept on walking with the rage tucked neatly away.

as for the insanely tweezed eyebrows: they're vexing in general, but especially on supposedly straight men.

right now - and i hope i don't end up swimming with the fishes for writing this - serious offenders can be seen on growing up gotti. hey, kids. put the tweezers down. slowly. that's it. everything's going to be OK.

seen in ft. greene

motorcycle for sale. cheap. not guaranteed to run.

mary-kate is out of rehab!

and star magazine has all the details. you know that i know that you're dying to know.

so sexy.

bertolucci's the dreamers is now on DVD. three gorgeous post-teens romp naked in paris and it's just so damn sexy.

delancey street F station

i have been living on the LES for about 6 years now, and the F station has been under construction the entire time. lately some of the secret stuff they've been working on has been revealed: mosaics. fish, fish heads and waves on the downtown/brooklyn side; cherry trees and cherries on the uptown/queens side.

fish

fish head

cherry trees

cherries

bullseye!

over the weekend, my friend rachael and i had blueberry pancakes, then joined the 6 million other people at the new target in brooklyn. it was kind of like some bizarre anthropological experiment. everyone had one eye on the reasonably priced merchandise and the other on the mixed-bag crowd. the brooklyn kids were mesmerized by the shopping-cart only escalator (so was i) and i actually heard a woman pick up something and say, "it has a matte finish! that's nice."

hmmmm...

while in target, i saw this: a $400 scooter.

cute, right?

except there was a sign on it that said

"this vehicle is not for use on public streets, roads, highways or bridges."

uh, this is new york.

what are you supposed to do with it?
ride it in circles around your luxurious brooklyn apartment?

either it was inventory that was supposed to have gone to a store in the suburbs or target is condoning lawlessness.

either way, i'm annoyed. isn't target supposed to be for the masses? why show us things we can't have? that's what Dior is for.

king of crunk

i just interviewed lil jon!

he was pretty funny. i was asking him if he'd seen any good movies or DVDs lately and he was all, "i don't even think i can tell you..." in that awesome scratchy voice. damn! now that i think about it, i should have asked him who does his fronts. oh well...

the state of denmark

last night jason @ tvt records invited me to check out a band called the blue van. they're adorable danes ("coming at you straight from copenhagen!") and every single one of them had on the absolute tightest jeans i've ever seen. plus the bass player had on these slick glasses that i thought only architects wore. what's going on in denmark? [hopefully it's not low sperm counts.] the good news is, the band rocks. catchy, sort of retro rock, with a blues influence (they were even channeling muddy waters). it's like somebody put the doors, the kinks, the monkees, and the hives in a blender, sprinkled it with zeppelin, shipped the concoction to scandinavia and poured it into a pair of tight jeans. delicious!

taking pictures of the TV

i love taking pictures of the TV, especially when i'm watching a movie. sometimes the way things are framed - the way the director has filled the space - is so smart and right that i have to pause the DVD and grab my camera.

recently i watched sweet smell of success again, and it's such a great film. new york looks so pretty in black and white, and there are some amazing lines. like when susie tries to break up with steve by giving him some lame excuse and he says, "susie, that's fish four days old - i won't buy it!" also, having a black rotary phone brought to your table when you're in a restaurant is so much more civilized than reaching in your pocket for a cell.