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Oh, right, I was going to update this thing more often. My resolve is uncrackable. My apartment has been without internet for the past two weeks. In that time I started a script outline, decided to sign up for a handful of classes at the Gowanus Print Lab, Brooklyn Kitchen, and Twig, and read approximately eight books. The internet is back, though, and will soon be joined by cable, which means

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It's officially December! I'm not going to bother with a New Year's resolution, because I have no resolve. Instead I'm going to spend the month at craft fairs. The BUST Magazine Craftacular and Food Fair Handmade Holiday Craft Fair The 2011 Brooklyn Lyceum Holiday Market Brooklyn Craft Central's 4th Annual Holiday Market 2011

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It's almost December, which means Christmas specials! Rudolph, Frosty, the Grinch, Charlie Brown, and all their existential crises... I just love them so much! I don't have cable anymore so I'll have to watch them online... unless anyone knows of any bars in Brooklyn airing them? Buzzing and bonding with my fellow man over a whiny little kid with an oversized cranium? Yes please. Or maybe

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I'm not super motivated to start updating this blog again, but if I'm going to live out my dream of not actually having to do real work and surviving solely on book advances, profits, and the high that comes with pipe dreams, I should get back into the habit of writing more than 140 characters at a time. The lure of Twitter was just too strong, I guess, drawing me into the dangerous and exciting

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I went to see Scream 4 tonight. (I also went to a midnight screening last week.) I had read a few spoiler-free reviews prior to, one of which described the movie not as a reboot or remake, but a "remix." This is probably the most accurate description I've heard. It features qualities of all the previous movies, especially the first, but introduces new, more modern tactics. The film is, as most

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To my mail carrier, You are useless. All you bring me is crap, torn magazines, and small packages that are not quite small enough for the mailbox, and so arrive to me in a sad, battered state. In the rare opportunities you get to prove that you are worth anything, you fail. I was supposed to receive a package earlier this week, but instead received a pink slip announcing an unsuccessful "attempt

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Growing out my hair is going fairly well. I've come to realize that I really won't be able to not cut it, at least at the bottom, lest I sport a mullet (which is what happened the last time I started growing my hair long, calling for the involvement of an obnoxious number of bobby pins and headbands). For some reason the hair between the nape of my neck and the top of my ears tends to grow much

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Assuming, of course, that they do. The Bieber fans of the world, described as "loyal" (and, in so many words, crazy) in his biopic Never Say Never, might just keep on beliebing forever. The idea of "forever" is a big theme in NSN, a movie that at first seems void of them. But there are glimpses of it throughout; at one point Usher reminds Bieber he won't be 16 forever, which, while he might not

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Chuck Klosterman wrote this great essay that appears in his 2006 book IV. It's called "Nemesis," and it outlines the differences between a nemesis and an archenemy. Now, it can be argued (and by argued I mean proven) that there's really no difference between the two, that they're in fact synonyms for one another. However, I much prefer Klosterman's explanation: "Now, I know what you're asking

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Back in 2003, Alicia Silverstone starred in a short-lived NBC comedy called Miss Match, about a matchmaker with an ironically shitty lovelife. I don't remember anything about the show, except a single scene from what I'm assuming is the single episode I saw (unless it was in fact from a preview of the show). In the scene, Silverstone's character visits a chiropractor, and while she's being

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This might be the best PSA I've ever seen. It's like CBS went rooting through SNL's trash, found this script scribbled on a crumpled-up paper and were like, "This is great! I can't believe they threw this out!"

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Letting my hair grow has been going pretty well. (I'm rounding to about a month without any snips, with the exception of a couple strands that were randomly like half an inch longer than the rest of my hair.) Judging by what it looked like roughly two weeks ago and what it looks like now, I'd say I could have it a decent length by the end of the year if I just let it alone. Oh, for the record,

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I found an old journal of mine. The first entry is dated 1:40 a.m. on Halloween of 2005 (my first semester at Purchase), and starts,"Private blogs are not the answer. This probably isn't, either — tangible journals can be found and read. But clacking away just doesn't seem right... Even though that's what I was doing before. Maybe I subconsciously like the thought of being caught. I should know

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I've decided to (maybe) take one of my New Year's resolutions to heart. I have not cut my hair in 2 or 3 weeks, and (maybe) won't cut it for at least the rest of the year, aside from the occasional trim (by a professional or pseudo-professional) to assure the removal of split ends. I've read several times that human head hair typically grows about half an inch a month, and right now my hair's

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I decided to take a look at my New Year's resolutions from last year. They're woefully clichéd, which I think is what I was going for at the time but is now just depressing, because I barely followed through on any of them. They are:Be healthier! (eat better, exercise, omg I'm sooooo out of shape) Get up earlier (lolz I sleep in sooooo late) Watch less TV (omg I watch sooooo much TV) Be the

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OkCupid is doing this thing where for 12 days, Chris Coyne (or some intern pretending to be Chris Coyne) sends an e-mail out with the subject: "12 Days of Anything's Possible." The three e-mails thus far sent to me have all started with "Hello, agnostic person. Or should I say: iamnotsurethereisaHello. Anyhow, you might be undecided about a lot of things, but one thing is certain: the holidays

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So the Golden Globe nominations were announced today. Vulture's post came up on my Google Reader, and because I was in a hurry I misread and thought they were Oscar nominations. The first batch (Best Picture, Drama: Black Swan, The Fighter, Inception, The King's Speech and The Social Network) seemed pretty much in order, but then I got to the second batch (Best Picture, Comedy/Musical: Alice in

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I went to see Tiny Furniture on Friday. It was well-written and witty, with just the right amount of self-deprecating tongue-in-cheek irony. Everything from the lack of previews to the use of the writer, director, and star Lena Dunham's mother and sister as the main character Aura's mother and sister screams indie. The acting is a little choppy, but in this case it lends a certain credibility to

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Sometimes I wish a stranger would pull a Tyler Durden on me and threaten my life unless I start working toward what I really want out of life, specifically to become an extremely successful writer who can live comfortably without having to work a day job. I mean, I write, obviously — I'm writing right now (and what pearls these words are!) and pretty much all I do at work is write, but I can

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I'm glad it's already December. It really throws my many and significant accomplishments — like signing up for a gym and going once, or all that writing I wanted to get done — of the year into the spotlight. Seriously, though. At the end of each month I'm baffled by how quickly the previous 30 or so days went by. It feels like just yesterday I was cracking jokes at November about its sudden

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I went to the midnight(ish) showing of Deathly Hallows and have been itching to watch it again pretty much since it ended. IT WAS SO GOOD. There are, naturally, disparities between the book and the movie. The U.S. version of the book is over 750 pages long; Part I clocks in at about 2 1/2 hours, covers just over 500 pages and, while much was cut out, is probably the most faithful adaptation of

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Over the past couple of weeks I've re-read the seven Harry Potter books and re-watched the first six movies. While incredibly daunting and sleep-depriving, it was worth it. It's amazing, the little things you can catch when you read all the books one right after the other. I was telling a friend today how I'd never noticed that in one of the earlier chapters of Sorcerer's Stone, Seamus asks

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Girl Talk released his fifth LP, All Day, yesterday morning and, as several others have put it, "broke the internet." At fist I thought there was some kind of download block on my work IP, but apparently people were having problems with it all day (har har, I wonder if he planned that), due to the hordes of attempted downloads. Gillis uploaded it around 5:30 a.m. or so, announced it on Facebook

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I was watching The Happening the other day for some reason. Toward the end, the main characters, a married couple and a friend's daughter, arrive at an elderly woman's house. They're all sitting at dinner, and the woman asks the couple which of them is "chasing the other," because when two people are in a relationship, one is always more devoted than the other. It was strange for an on-point

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is a mere week away (woot). In honor of this momentous occasion, I'm writing about Harry Potter AGAIN. On that note, I have a pretty standard amount of pet peeves: people who amble around subway platforms for no reason, people who amble in general, drop-crotch pants, to name a few. One of the less reasonable, or pettier, I suppose, is a deep loathing for the

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"Oh, hey, it's me, Ryan Gosling. Hmm, you're right — I AM quite fetching, aren't I?" "I know, right? Isn't it crazy how I look super fine withor without a beard? Not everyone can pull that off,you know." "Oh, that? That's just me looking like a badass. A totally hot badass. No big deal."

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It's still all gooey and gross (also the colors are a little off in this pic for some reason), so I'm going to post another, better photo later. It hurt like a bitch (thanks Rachel *scowls*). I know, duh, tattoos hurt, but this one was pretty rough. It reminded me of having my braces tightened. It's my first really big one, and my first with color, and despite the fact that I spent most of the

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Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman are starring in a romantic comedy called No Strings (or No Strings Attached, it's going by both for some reason), due out early next year. They play best friends who decide to start sleeping together, and — big surprise — start falling in l-u-v. The big twist on this majorly overdone tale is that the guy is the one who starts falling in l-u-v first, while the

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Remember this guy? Yeah, me neither. He's so unforgettable, in fact, that I forgot that he was in a movie I watched like two weeks ago, until I saw it listed on his IMDB page. He was in The Princess Diaries as the high school outcast/magician with pink hair and one of the leads in that show "The 4400." He's really attractive, but he's got this super-earnest Keanuesque thing going on, like, "I

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I'm really into this commercial. It's pretty adorable.

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part I is hitting theaters in a few weeks. As one friend put I'm probably, "going to die within the first 20 minutes and won't even see the second one." Over the past couple months, as the premiere date has gotten closer and closer, I've thought a lot about the book and film series as a whole. I like reading about it throughout the year (okay, so maybe I have

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The other day, I noticed the "Stats" section on Blogger. It's not a super recent addition — I'm assuming it appeared in May of this year, because that's as far back as the data goes back. (There go my "I'm observant!" bragging rights.) Anyway, it gives a pretty comprehensive breakdown of pageviews, search keywords, referring sites, etc., which you can further break down by day, week, month and "

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This coat is the perfect color. I'm pretty sure I would kill both that girl and that kid just to get to this coat. Taken from NOIROHIO. Rattoo, taken from FUCKYEAHTATTOOS. Brain Bangley, cutie from Asher Roth's posse. Seems like a nice guy (he answers tweets!). I had a dream the other night that he cropped up in, wearing a HazMat suit and sporting cornrows. There was also a strange exposé in

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See what I did there? Har har. I just went to see The Social Network. Like the majority of its viewers, I enjoyed it. Sure, the major players seemed a tad too witty (or maybe I'm confusing wit with condescension and brazen... well, brazenness), but I think Aaron Sorkin and David Fincher did a pretty good job of making what could have translated as a horribly tedious documentary into a watchable

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How I Met Your Mother:Into it. Sure, there was a lesbian kiss, but it was a good ep. I like that Marshall and Lily do it to banjo music. I'm also glad they established a meeting point for the Mother. Law and Order: SVU:Two words: Joan Cusack.The Big Bang Theory:Into it. The thought of Sheldon with a real live girlfriend is just swell, and I hope they bring Mayim Bialik back. As for Harold's robot

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So tonight I went to the Helen Keller Foundation fundraiser/gala at the Brooklyn Navy Yard. I rode my bike there (which was awesome because it's all downhill — not quite as fun going home, especially with a stomach full of food), and as I was locking up I realized I'd left my phone home. I felt a certain amount of dread, because I had no idea how long this whole thing was going to be, and I hate

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So I haven't paid any attention to this NY Fashion Week business until today. I was checking out photos and wouldn't you know it? Some of these designs aren't half bad! Here are my faves:

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I just spent the past four days without my computer. I used a computer at work, obvs, but there are certain things I can only do on my own laptop, like update my blog.* So after that last post I told myself, "Okay, the Michael Cera schtick is done. It was fun while it lasted, but it needs to end." But then I had a dream about him! We were attending high school together, only we looked the ages we

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Everything seemed to be going my way today. I got out of work early, got my proofread on (that is an example of why I'm a qualified proofreader), went out with my old co-workers, went to Trader Joe's, went to Barnes and Noble and am now watching The Royal Tenenbaums. What I learned today: Trader Joe's is a magnet for attractive men. Whether patrons or employees, everywhere I looked, there

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A Scott Pilgrim poster in mind-blowing 3-D!This past weekend I saw Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World (twice*), and while I loved it, part of me wished that it had been done in 3-D. Of the countless movies that have been released as of late in 3-D, this was not, though it seemed a more-than-prime candidate. The animations were designed to pop out at you, so it seemed almost unnatural for them not to

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What with the extremely recent release premiere of Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, I've been thinking (more than usual) about Michael Cera. Since becoming a "household name," the biggest criticism he's faced has been that he has been that he plays the same character — one that, it would seem, is fairly similar to his own real-life self (Cera himself is probably more charming) — over and over. To be

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While in the Union Square McDonald's last night, my friend Rachel and I noticed a pair of tweens (possibly teens; I have no concept of how old anyone is anymore, though, given the single-wire top-tier retainer on one, it seemed likely that they weren't in their 20s) sitting next to us becoming agitated. Following their glances and whispers, we realized they were staring at a short punk guy with a

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Several minutes ago I Googled my name, as I do occasionally, to see what comes up. One of the first results is the Twitter of a girl who is using my old handle. Funnily enough, several of her tweets, at first glance, and completely ignoring the general lack of attention to grammar, could belong to me ("god my mom is a cry baby", for example; she also tweets at Justin Bieber quite often, but also

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Companies that make fun of themselves rool.

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Yesterday I went to Staten Island. I did not see fireworks; instead, I saw a woman fall and get wedged in between the stationary SIR train and the platform. It was horrifying. It made me think of an essay by David Sedaris, called "I Almost Saw This Girl Get Killed Once." In the essay he discusses a French carnival he attended, at which one of the rides broke, leaving its passengers hanging "in

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I went to the Prospect Park Zoo today. I took like 100 photos, and posted most of them on Facebook, but I'm throwing a few selects on here.

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Last week, I rode the D train to Atlantic. A girl sat with her friends, blaring Lady Gaga from her iPhone and singing along. Then she put on Khia's "My Neck, My Back" (the dirty version). The pair sitting across from me — a woman with a bad bleach job and a gay guy with an overly popped color — seemed to enjoy the girl's performance. At one point the girl said "This is like the dirtiest song ever

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Some girl punched me on the subway earlier. I know that things can get kind of rough-and-tumble on a crowded train, but she really landed one on me. The train didn't even jerk or anything. I'm starting to think it wasn't an accident. The other day on my way to work I saw a man standing, waiting for the bus, wearing workboots and a flowered dress. Later that day a man sat across from me on the

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Fave moments of the MTV Movie Awards: Samuel L. Jackson looking pissed Zac Efron looking completely unamused by Aziz Kristen Stewart looking so uncomfortable when Azis mentions Twilight David Spade and Rob Schneider being onstage for the first time in years Learning that Amanda Seyfried's last name is pronounced sci-fred Kristen Stewart's nail polish (and intense awkwardness) Russell Brand

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Netflix is ruining my social life, yet at the same time giving me hope for humanity. Rugrats, Rocko, Hey Arnold!, Aaahh! Real Monsters, Ren & Stimpy, Angry Beavers on Instant Watch. Time to regress into childhood.

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Jeff Levin and I finally had our second date (nearly a year later — maybe the first wasn't as successful as I thought). I was about half an hour late and met him outside his office, where I waited while he schmoozed his way through the halls and into the elevator. He suggested a BBQ place nearby called Johnny Utah's. We got to the door and the bouncer(?) asked us a trivia question: "What's the

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This video (Justin Bieber's "One Time") has been out for a while, but I just haven't gotten around to watching it, 'til now. The first thing I noticed about this video is that it's basically just a ripoff of Aaron Carter's vid for "Aaron's Party (Come Get It)." But is it a ripoff that bests the original? Let's look at this scientifically. At no point is Bieber dressed like a pimp (he

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Today at work I suddenly became aware of a strange hissing sound coming from my co-worker Caitlin's desk. I leaned over, confused, to see what was making the noise, and was startled to find her inflating a large pink ball. I thought at first it was a hopper ball (or whatever those things are called), but she said, "It's my new chair." I paused. "Aaaaaand you turned into Dwight Schrute when

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“It was sweet the way Ke$ha bonded with the elephant, so we didn’t have the heart to break it to her that elephants and American Indians never co-existed.” Thanks, FREEWilliamsburg.

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I went out last night for the first time in a few weeks. I had a great time, but boy am I paying for it today. In honor of Dana and Dan's birthdays, I drank about three-and-a-half cranberry-and-vodkas (due to my ever-dwindling tolerance, I would have been good after one, maybe two). From what I recall, have been told and gathered from Twitter, I talked to several people about my cleavage,

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OoOoOoOoh, a new internetz gadget. Follow my blog with bloglovin

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Finally, I am validated. The summer interns at OkCupid have given me a reason to hold my head high, look dem boyz dead in the eye, and shake my ass like I've got one. Thanks, kids. HIGHTLIGHT: "And, no, we didn't just send this email to everyone on OkCupid. Go ask an ugly friend and see." Wtf? NOTE: I had to think a lot about whether or not I ought to post this. I didn't really want to admit

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1. Got my hair did +2. Got on the train to go home + 3. Missed my transfer and had to ride all the way to the end of the 1's line - 4. Got back on track (pun intended) + 5. Forgot to switch to a downtown 2/3 and rode up to 14th St. before realizing it - 6. Finally got on the right train + 7. Got home + 8. Turned on my curling iron and proceeded to fall asleep on the couch for 20 minutes with a

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I had to cover something down in Coney Island today, so I decided to hang out for a while after and hit the beach.

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Friday night:Saw an Andrew Gitomer Hawaiian doppelganger playing Death Cab for Cutie's "Transatlanticism" in the 6th Ave. L station. As I walked by he aimed a "I need you so much closer" in my direction. Business man on the L snorting "surreptitiously" snorting coke — I caught the eye of the girl sitting next to him and tried not to laugh. I think he noticed me noticing because he kept staring me

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My boss called and asked me to go online and find an Upper East Side costume store that sells those Groucho Marx nose-and-glasses masks. I called the Ricky's on Third Avenue and asked if they had said masks and was told that they were out of the "classic" style and only had witch, old man and Frankenstein versions. Pondering this briefly, I told them I'd have to ask my boss if any of those were

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The other day I was discussing with a friend how my family is crazy, and he pointed out how everyone's is. I at later said that I didn't have access to half my family history, so I don't know what kinds of mental illnesses could be creeping up, and which is why I'm not too keen on having a child the ol' fashioned way. This all got me thinking about marriage, which got me thinking about an

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The following are from conversations via text my mother and I have had. Mom: "Sorry. Didn't read your previous message. My 'bad'." And, after I called her out on putting quotes around bad, "Haha! You are so 'deft'!" And then, after I called her out again, "Hey! I'm watching a Buffy marathon on the gay/lesbian channel!" She also once asked me to call her and listen to her ringback tone, after

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Courtesy of Greenpointers

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If you type 'shift+alt+-' on a Mac, you get an m dash (aka this: — ). (For you bumpkins still using Windows, it's 'alt+1051'; num lock must be on.) Netflix on the iPad (It's gotten good reviews ... my resistance is wearing down ... the release of new technology coinciding with the arrival of my tax return does not bode well.) I apparently can't open my duck umbrella using my left thumb. The

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The video below, "Werewolves of Brooklyn: Chapter 1," was posted on my friend Jon's FB, by the creator, his friend Jenae (they both star in it). I've watched it a few times now — because it's fucking rad — and am hoping there's a Chapter 2. It's a pretty self-aware little movie, especially in tongue-in-cheek terms of the way women were (and usually still are) in werewolf (and general horror)

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I just finished watching The Wolfman. I had been apprehensive about it, because The Wolf Man (not sure why they decided to combine the two words) is such a classic, and therefore susceptible to be butchery. Then again, I wasn't looking so much for "movie-quality" but for what sort of commentary it could offer on lycanthropy. (For those unfamiliar with the plot, the above titles link to their

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I can't wait for beach season. I'm about 40 minutes to an hour away from the beaches in Brooklyn, and wouldn't mind spending the time on the bus or train a couple times a week. I got to visit the water while canvassing for Working Families a couple of times (here and here), and, despite the hideous sunburn that didn't stop hurting for days after I spent the Fourth o' July at Robert Moses, I'm

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Gaga and B at the VMAs Best of Gaga and B's "Telephone": Cigarette sunglasses, beer-can hair rollers, caution-tape swim(?)suit, domme B, Bettie Paige bangs, highlighter eyeliner, telephone chapeau, cook 'n' kill honey P.S. Here's a pic of B looking fab (and again, bored) at the Atlantic Yards groundbreaking earlier today, the protest of which I covered for the Beagle (it ran on the front page,

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I missed the Oscars because I was in Long Island, but fortunately Twitter and the Oscars site allowed me to enjoy vicariously. Here are some thoughts: Red Carpet thoughts: General musings: Kudos to the Academy for finding away around all the bullshit and politics, and rewarding Sandra Bullock for her turn in All About Steve. Big ups to Up. WTF is The Hurt Locker about?

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You'll never be able to replicate the inexplicably and unnaturally awesome way your hair looked that one time when you just rolled out of bed, so stop trying.

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Yesterday, on my way back from work from the press conference, I popped into a candy store called Dewey's. I asked the owner if I could take some photos, and she graciously said "Sure!" Teal m&ms! Lavender and silver m&ms! A Vicky's Secret Pink Dog made from m&ms! Cherry Mash, Big Cherry, Valomilk Bumble Bars Pez! Cute lil' candy-filled martini glasses! Mario Candy Coins!

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I'm glad you asked. Today at work, I tagged along to the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the new Beyoncé Cosmetology Center (or the Blind Carbon Copy), to take photos for the paper. In other words, I at any given point was no less than 20 feet away from her. Below are some of the shots I got. They're not great, since I couldn't get super close, and when I did get fairly close, I had to hold the

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So, earlier tonight I sat down to watch some tube with my roommate. After a few minutes I noticed that something smelled like body odor, and worried that it was my T-shirt, so I asked my roommate if he smelled anything. He did, so I changed my shirt and did some laundry. He proceeded to taunt me for smelling, over and over, but we then discovered that it was not in fact me or my T-shirt, but that

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Whilst flipping through last month's MARIE CLAIRE, I came across a spread with Caroline Winberg, a Swedish supermodel who vaguely resembles Malin Akerman. For the shoot she wore this awesome nail polish from Essie, called Mint Candy Apple.

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Earlier tonight I watched Death in Love, a kind of (by which I mean pretty) twisted indie flick starring Josh Lucas, Lukas Haas, Adam Brody, and Jacqueline Bisset. I have to review it, along with John Krasinski's Brief Interviews With Hideous Men for JustPressPlay, and I was pretty psyched that I got movies with my two favorite man-celebs. On that note, I must say that I really think that, if he

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Free ice cream, coffee and baked junk tomorrow from 2-6pm at 632 Manhattan Ave. My roomie's working! Everyone stop by!

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If no matter how hard you try your eyeliner just won't go on evenly, don't worry — you're doing it right, your eyes are just uneven.

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Laaaaaast night I dreamt that I gave my phone away to a troubled youth who tried to mug me. I also gave him $18 in ones, which felt very realistic because that's all the cash I currently have on me. I soon was at Purchase, which was suddenly equipped with two subway stops. While on the train I began to feel extremely anxious about giving away my phone, so much so that I woke up in real life. I'm

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Last night I dreamt that I was in Hoosick Falls (AGAIN) and working at Cumby's (Cumberland Farms, to all you n00bs) It was my first day back after some time off —I'm assuming I failed to make it here in NYC and had to move upstate again. For those of you who have ever worked at a bodega, particularly one in a small town, you know that, most likely, this dream was more of a nightmare (it was). All

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A bunch (several) of my friends said funny things this evening. And when I say "funny things" I mean things that made me lol. Heather: i need to get some reading done before bed so i can stay literate Caitlin: ughghgh tonight is the ladies' short program. it's making me want to skate SO BADLY i miss the wind on your face feeling and the glitter ALL THE GLITTER Tim: ive enjoyed your name

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Last night I dreamt that I was back in high school, and it was the first day of classes. I was in gym class — all my friends were going to ditch, but I decided to stick it out because we were starting badminton. I was standing in line waiting for a pinny, when all of a sudden this kid grabs me by the throat and pushes me against the wall. I smushed my hand on his face and dug into his arm with my

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Friday, Tim "Smackin' Tush" Quackenbush celebrated his big three-oh. It was a pretty raging party, complete with dancing, a vague battle over music, and a hickey (I will not divulge whose). I discovered that his apartment is a mere 40-minute bus ride away, with minimal walking, but also that it's located in a pseudo-wasteland where even the bodegas aren't open past midnight (on a Friday!). When

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The very beginning (the first few hours) of my Valentine's Day was fantastic. Caitlin, Sarah Louise, their friend Siobhan and I went to a V-day dance party at Surreal Estate in Bushwick. After we pulled up and parked (for the second time) I realized I'd lost my wallet outside a liquor store. As I silently panicked, Caitlin drove us back to the store, and to my disbelief and then delight,

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After briefly discussing the show "Whales Wars" with a friend, I decided to check out a few episodes. It's a doc-style series that follows the Sea Shepherds, a group of whale-lovers who use often unorthodox and/or aggressive tactics to stop Japanese whalers. They're captained by Paul Watson, a former board member of Greenpeace, who felt his methods were too, well, crazy. Based on the four or so

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Courtesy of MenInCardigans via MaleCelebEyeCandy

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Last night I dreamt that a police officer visited my house in Hoosick Falls, and began questioning me about recent purchases I had made (specifically an olive green canvas bag*). He looked at it and then at me with an "Oh, one of those" expression, and then proceeded to take down notes, reading them aloud as he wrote: "Suspect bought one bag, olive, masculine, leather handle —" "Masculine?" I

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My friend Mollie tweeted this article yesterday: Inventor unveils $7,000 talking sex robot The basic gist is that, recently, in Las Vegas, a man revealed a sex robot he's been working on over the past several years. Here she is: This is Roxxxy, that latest in sex-robot technology. Roxxxy is "a willowy 5 feet 7 and 120 pounds. She'll chat with you endlessly about your interests. And she'll have

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These songs will not get out of my head. Eviction notice time. America - Simon & GarfunkelCast a Hook in Me - Laura VeirsThe Monitor - Bishop AllenGenerator Second Floor - Freelance WhalesHands in the Air - Girl TalkWhen You Walk in the Room - Fyfe DangerfieldNothing Compares 2 U - The CoconutzDrive Me to the Center - The Seedy SeedsStatic Waves - Andrew BelleThere's No MIMS in Threesome - Hood

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Tiger Co.Blinds To Go (for the people who just don't have the time to stay and pick out their blinds)Party BoxOpen MRIWild Birds UnlimitedThe Harem (which I'm pretty sure was not actually a strip club)Ideal Tile Standard Tile (which is just a mile or so up or down the road from Idea Tile, for the people who want something not quite as perfect as what Ideal Tile has to offer)Dykes Lumber Co.

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Every couple of years, I lose all my music, because of a hideous computer crash or the death of an external hard-drive. But, there is one song that keeps coming back to me, which I first discovered as a freshman in college. It's called "Ma Melodie" by M (Matthieu Chedid). I always forget about it for a while, and just before the new year hit, I remembered it again. Here is the video for it:

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Make sure to run for cover. Check out their blog and MySpace, and def bookmark that shiiiit.

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me: Heyo. Nick: where r u/ me: Outside your window.Obvs.I'm still in Brooklyn.I leave tomorrow a.m.Nick: great to hear from u! r u headed north sometime?me: Um, Nick?Or is this Mr. or Mrs. Pierce?Nick: This is the old guy, but wait, he's hereme: Haha, hey Mr. Pierce.You can ignore that window comment.How are you?Nick Pierce has gone offline.Nick Pierce is now online.Nick: it's nick now i'm

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I set up an appointment for my boss with some guy from the internet. He's been gunning to meet with my boss for some time, so I've spoken to him a few times, and we've created a vague but friendly rapport. Yesterday we finally pinned down a meeting time, and he asked if he should bring a box of chocolates, so I said, AS A JOKE, "I think a dozen roses would be more appropriate." I guess he didn't

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