I’m not against people having a good time but I will have a good time watching your car get towed from my lot, you inconsiderate assholes. This is not Mardi Gras. This is just another excuse for underage drinking (heightening your chances of getting caught).

So to whoever the chick with the nice Infiniti SUV is:

Leis are okay but beads are not cute. Do not hang 50 of each from your rear view mirror. Learn how to read. Stop shopping at Old Navy (the most worthless store, ever). Also, do yourself a favor and procure a fake ID so you don’t have to get your kicks at festivals. Maybe I’m just cranky because I’ve had to read about AFRICOM and make assertions, endlessly tethered to my laptop. But hey, I’ve paid my dues.

In my efforts to really start posting more, I’ve provided another misanthropic view of my little world.

That was a schizophrenic post. I wonder who still reads this since I haven’t posted in months on top of months.

I’m making a mix because I haven’t done it in a while (with no one in mind for its first spin) so perhaps it will be titled “The best EVER…not really”. The best right now? No, certainly not the best I can do or the best music that was ever recorded. “The best for now”. Or “I’ve never stopped dancing”.

This one will make me drop everything and do a funky dance, no lie. I don’t know if it’s the Bowie-esque quality in his voice but, holy goodness. I do love it.

Twin Shadow Slow

I do know the mark of an amazing album though… you will change which song you like the best every other time you listen to it.

Beck Ramona

This one always makes me think of my sister. It makes me cry if I think about it. Best not to think too much.

Coconut Records West Coast

and I wish this eye twitch would go away (it only just started on hour 49 of the no sleep marathon). My cognitive reasoning is fine. Yes, that could be argued.

A recommendation: A sucker for a dark comedy, always. Youth In Revolt made me laugh so very, very hard. Yes, Michael Cera is in it. Don’t hate me for that. And a picture I love (don’t ask me who dun it cuz I dunt remember):

We will talk soon.

I was not picked but I did enjoy the word soup and the whirring of the cogs in my head while I waited for hours. It’s sad that I don’t have much time to read for enjoyment these days. :(

Name: Salman Rushdie
Age: 63
Neighborhood:Gramercy Park
Occupation: Writer. His new book, Luka and the Fire of Life, will be published by Random House on November 16th. He’ll be appearing at 4 p.m. this Sunday in conversation with novelist Tishani Doshi, an event presented by the New York Public Library and part of the daylong Brooklyn Book Festival.

Who’s your favorite New Yorker, living or dead, real or fictional?
Either Sky Masterson or Nathan Detroit, from Damon Runyon.

What’s the best meal you’ve eaten in New York?
I have no memory for food. Really. I couldn’t tell you what I ate the day before yesterday. So whatever that best meal was, I’ve forgotten it.

In one sentence, what do you actually do all day in your job?
I sit at a desk and stare out of a window.

What was your first job in New York?
I sat at a desk and stared out of a window.

What’s the last thing you saw on Broadway?
A View from the Bridge. I thought Jessica Hecht was amazing.

Do you give money to panhandlers?
Hmm. No.

What’s your drink?
Jameson on the rocks.

How often do you prepare your own meals?
Rarely.

What’s your favorite medication?
Jameson on the rocks.

What’s hanging above your sofa?
A Kara Walker cutout silhouette picture.

How much is too much to spend on a haircut?
When you have as little hair as I do, almost any amount is too much to spend on cutting some of it off.

When’s bedtime?
Late. But getting earlier.

Which do you prefer, the old Times Square or the new Times Square?
I prefer not to go anywhere near Times Square if at all possible.

What do you think of Donald Trump?
I think he’s always been very nice to me. Whenever he sees me he points and shouts, “You’re the best!” (Which is better than “You’re fired!” I guess.) And I once sat next to him at a Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young gig and he knew all the words.

What do you hate most about living in New York?
I give up. What?

Who is your mortal enemy?
Most of the really dangerous enemies in my life have been immortal.

When’s the last time you drove a car?
When I was last in London. I have a car in London.

How has the Wall Street crash affected you?
God, I’m so broke. Please give me money. (See also “panhandlers,” above.)

Times, Post, or Daily News?
Times. Oh, okay, and sometimes the Post. Um, and sometimes the News.

Where do you go to be alone?
I sit at a desk and stare out of a window.

What makes someone a New Yorker?
They arrive in New York.

c/o nymag.com

Like I said, I’m only on the fourth song and its rock solid harmonies, orchestration, slightly esoteric lyrics wading in metaphors and can be overwhelming at times…but somehow still satisfies the soul. Amazing.

Good ass job, again.

So first and foremost: David Bowie getting beautiful deluxe editions of Station to Station released later this year.

Murakami’s Norwegian Wood, big screen style, to come out in December 2010…in Japan. :(

I was surprised to find out Patrick had no idea what Peter Gabriel’s video “Sledgehammer” consisted of when we heard it on the radio. I forget that not everyone watched MTV as religious as I did at a twee age. The cheesy stop-animation & claymation alone made it one of my favorite videos, ever. The song is balls-awesome too. Love the gospel choir in pastels and love it when Mr. Gabriel turns into a “star man” at the end (although as a child, that part did freak me out a little). I shall share in case I’ve missed anyone.

My sister, Miss Mary, is stuck at my mom’s house. Insert Nelson laugh. We hung out a bit yesterday, went to Starbucks, Anthropologie (I died), Byblos Cafe, and Fresh Market in that order. I should probably get to cleaning.

I can’t imagine my life without the iPhone. How did I survive without an app for everything? There’s even one that reminds me of the computer program Alicia Silverstone uses in Clueless to pick out her clothes for the day. Bananas. I will hold it in my arms and sing it lullabies until it coos gently into summer’s night. Shhh…baby needs new things! Like…

1. A cell phone attachment that allows straps to be tethered to it. A reinforced steel chain from my iPhone to my frontal lobe should suffice.

2. A cute case to protect his innards. Designs courtesy of GetUncommon.

P.S. I broke down. I bought an iPhone off ebay. No, not that 4G, the 3G. It’s in the mail. Huzzah! Also, I’ve been delving into the musical realm more often these days. People (i.e. FRIENDS), expect a cute little package in the mail before July is up. Seriously. I have no excuses this time. It will be DONE. I will not let good music go unheard of!

Ahem. Anyone recall the Alienware PCs?

It peaks in the late afternoon when I spot some household object that needs cleaning, and there is a moment where I decide to hop to and get the rag OR close my eyes in defeat. This moment has the strange quality of being a decision over which I have no control. It really is.

The feeling is also that of awaiting a person’s arrival at 5:30 PM, after work. What kind of mood will he be in? Should I prepare something? It’s an odd meeting because one person has been waiting and the other has not; the expectations and heart rates of each are far apart. At these moments I feel like a middle-class housewife in 1950. – Magic Molly

Short story: 19 year-old riding the wrong way on the sidewalk in dark clothes and no reflectors on his bike. Me making a right on 66th street. I make a complete stop (being in two car accidents really makes you double check) and I look both ways. Assuming after my first look to the right there is no one coming from the sidewalk so I keep my gaze to the left. 2mph car accident. So in the end, it was the kid’s fault. He was chill about it, more pissed about his front tire being bent than his banged up toe.

Damn shrubbery. You can never be too careful.