Today’s Urban Daddy newsletter touts these incredibly creepy personal cufflinks, for those egomaniacal idiots strolling the city streets in search of witless prey. “Individually modeled” from pictures of your own choosing, the cufflinks are designed with “incredible realism,” so you can now stare listlessly at your profile for hours, right on your french cuffed sleeve. “When not in use, the cufflinks cleverly combine forming a miniture bust, stylishly displayed on a feature stand.” Eek. Very American Psycho-esque.
Yes, today begins March Madness, the frenzied run to the NCAA championship. Florida isn’t in the tournament this year, so I don’t feel quite as invested, but college basketball is always fun to wach nonetheless. For those of you with more lax work environments (i.e., my coworkers), you can now stream all 63 2008 NCAA Men’s Bball games live online for free. Or, for those of you who want to be a little more clandestine, there’s a streaming audio option too.
I’m kind of excited to see The Virgins at this Nylon event tonight. I like the tracks on their MySpace…and free Sushi? Yum. I’d post the invite but can’t figure out how to not make it take up half my tumblr page….
Had brunch here with the fam on Sunday, and must say I was thoroughly disappointed. For all the buzz that surrounds this place, it offers a pretty mediocre offering on Sundays. Slow service and overcooked eggs does not a happy family make. (There’s a really cute jewelry shop next door, though, and the coffee isn’t bad, so it wasn’t a total loss.) I’m sticking with East 7th Ave’s range of cute spots next time I’m in the mood for some Sunday indulgence.
Proving that real life is much stranger and more hilarious than fiction. This reminds me of the “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” episode where they steal cop uniforms to intimidate homeless people and exploit the local hot dog vendor. Good show.
Top Chef’s fourth season premiered last night with the usual cast of rough-and-tumble characters who bleed stock and bernaise. After seeing some of the dishes these guys churned out, I’m expecting good things. The always entertaining Bourdain made a surprise appearance as guest judge, making me even happier than I already was to finally have some time to sprawl out on the futon. For some reason, I find this show incredibly sexy and exciting. I love watching the contestants create (sometimes) remarkable dishes — a blend of art and craftsmanship and passion. Am I getting too romantic? Yes yes, I know it’s just reality TV, but I love this show.
These are pretty hilarious. I especially like, “Turn away, Coldplay’s raping Maroon 5,” “Acceptable—if they dress as wizards,” and “Come, sail away with Weezer’s Nintendo.”” I could read these for hours…and good thing, because there’s 763 of them.
I’m so psyched for the Justice show! We’re gonna dance our pants off. I’m a little wary of the whole shining cross on stage thing (being a member of the Jew crew and all), but my friends have convinced me that Justice’s fab tunes are worth the slight uneasiness. I tend to agree. Can’t wait ‘til tonight!
Pearl Cornioley’s obituary in today’s New York Times offers a portrait of a courageous woman who parachuted into France as a member of Churchhill’s Special Operations Executive during WWII. She went on to kill more than 1,000 German troops, fighting on the front lines of the war. Thanks, Amanda, for sending this inspiring story my way.
Although I’ve dabbled in Fat Cat before, this weekend won me over. Fantastic live jazz, every game you could imagine, and tasty beer. A perfect change of pace from bars that take themselves too seriously. Spent a good part of the weekend brushing up on my ping pong, foosball and pool skills. Had so much fun there Saturday night that we came back late Sunday and ping ponged it for an hour or so more. Follow with sushi and a leisurely walk home for the full effect. I’m so relaxed I could melt into my pillows.
The Levy’s Unique New York will be hosting our smash hit historic pub crawl. The rip-roaring fun-times tour that parallels the hard-drinking, salloon-prowling self-destructive, violence-prone gangsters of the Bowery and Lower East Side in 1850 to the hard-drinking, bar-prowling, self-destructive, violence prone Punk-Rockers of the Bowery and the Lower East Side in 1977.
What’s the difference between the two? Electricity and mohawks. That’s about it.
Saturday, March 8
Meet at the Alamo (the Astor Place Cube) Astor Place and Lafayette, Manhattan 5-7p; $10 21 and over
BizBash sheds some light on a new pop-up from Absolut Vodka in my ‘hood. Hopefully I’ll snap some pics of the “Absolut Quartet” - a “multi-instrumental orchestral machine” - tonight before heading to Brooklyn for my friend Zach’s bash.
Kudos to Alex for finding this strangely engrossing and hilarious tumblr filled with Garfield comic strips sans Garfield. Oh Jon Arbuckle, who knew you were such a creepy character? The most disturbing part: I’m pretty sure I know more than a few people whose lives are strikingly similar to these strips…
This NYT article offers a little more insight into human nature: the dichotomy between moving forward with fewer options or stagnating by keeping all our options open. The thuds of old doors closing isn’t pleasant, but I think the sound of the one right new door opening probably resembles a sick Jimmy Page solo…which, of course, makes for an easy decision…