I’m Not Feeling You

One way to discourage people from climbing up the sides of your brand new skyscraper is to not make it out of ladders.

I can’t stop talking about how much I love the new Nas song, and not just cause calling Eminem “My Nigger Wigger Cracker Friend” might be the funniest/weirdest/most profound combination of words and ideas ever. I don’t really feel like I’m fit to speak on whether it’s a positive thing to name your record N*gger, and “Nas” is a fine title, but it hurts the soul to read that God’s Son caved in Entertainment fucking Weekly.

I think this is probably not a good idea, unless it cures all kinds of diseases, or someone wants to make me a lady-horse. I think I would like a lady-horse.

New York has an underground burlesque scene!

Here’s a chart I made tracing the dissemination and adoption of cultural trends in New York:

Artists/performers–> Risk Takers –> Trend Setters –> College Kids –> People Younger Than Me at Work –> Me –> My Little Sister –> Time Out New York –> My Mom and Other Grown Ups –> The New Yorker –> College Professors –> Hobos –> College Kids (but Ironically) –> Presidential Candidates –> Hermets/Shut-ins/Assorted Wildmen –>  College Kids (but Earnestly Again) –>  People Waking Up from 1-3 Year Long Comas –> My Nanna –> The New York Times