Punk'd!

Just minutes since my posting I find out all the other hipsters and I have been had!

Traditioooooon....TRADITION!

The venerable 2nd Ave. Deli has been closed due to unpaid backrent. Fortunately, something just as revered will be occupy the space.

Hooters will open this spring.

Latkes and chicken soup replaced by hotwings and curly fries.

A family restaurant, indeed.

Defying Expectations Once Again...

The Falsifier
You scored 68% individualism, 32% fatalism, 92% hierarchy, and 52% egalitarianism!

Congratualtions, you are helping to disprove Cultural Theory! Cultural Theory argues that each person will adhere to one, or possibly two, of the basic cultures. The other viewpoints will sound insane or incoherent. Because you agree with three of the cultures, you don't fit Cultural Theory's predictions. Take that, Mary Douglas!







My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

	You scored higher than 63% on individualism
	You scored higher than 57% on fatalism
	You scored higher than 99% on hierarchy
	You scored higher than 26% on egalitarianism

Link: The Scientific Cultural Theory Test written by Stentor on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Bjork's Beloved Barney

I’m presented with at dilemma: to see the Cremaster Cylce or not to see. 1 and 2 are playing down the street this weekend. Curiosity is taking hold, but I have a horrible feeling that it’s going to be no better than porn: visceral images devoid of any purpose other than to sear themselves onto my brain. I’m all for being challenged, but this may be taking it too far. It’s a slight shift from the hesitation I would feel when I was young before watching a scary movie – not that I would be afraid to be in my house alone but that the grotesque knowledge I gained by watching endangered my spiritual safety. I already have the problem of thinking perverse thoughts at inappropriate times. I don’t know that I need to add fuel to that fire.

The MTA

To summarize my feelngs about the Transit Workers Union and their threatened impending strike, I offer these words:

F-U

Lazy, greedy union SOBs.

A live blogging event

I am sitting in Cafe Pick me up, eating a $5 piece of pecan pie and drining a cafe au lait. Despite the fact that I have been at work all day and just returned a movie on which I had incurred at $30 late fee (inexcusable), I am in a relatively good mood. Why? Well, before eating this $5 peice of pie and drinking this cafe au lait, I sat on my perch in Nino's pizza looking out on the well-traveled corner of Ave. A and St. Marks Place. (No, there is no apostrophe in Marks.) In 30 minutes time, I saw: Carlos D. from Interpol walk by in his typical uniform of black - he looked as if he was worried someone was following him as he glanced backwards; the fashion designer duo Heatherette - they paused to adjust each other's headgear; an old drunk, passed out and then carted away by EMTs from Beth Israel Medical Center.

Me and Super Grover.

The Love Affair Continues

The Glint

Thanks to her well-developed powers of self-deception, Miriam had a incredible sense of personal worth.

This is more than a little late

...but it's quite funny.

scrappleface

French President Jacques Chirac announced today that Jacques Derrida, the father of the intellectual movement called deconstructionism, died yesterday of pancreatic cancer, “if indeed ‘death’ can be said to mean anything beyond the biases of culture, language, religion and philosophy.”

“Of course, we can’t assert anything positively about Monsieur Derrida’s recent failure to exist,” said Mr. Chirac, “We can’t even state that he ever did exist, since he may have been a mere metaphysical projection of our own prejudices against absolutes. However, in as much as we may categorically claim anything–Mr. Derrida will not likely be showing up for work tomorrow. Although, who is to say?”

Mr. Derrida’s many books and teachings spawned legions of American college professors whose stock-in-trade is to “deconstruct” literature and philosophy in order to demonstrate that, for example, the so-called classics of Western literature are so distorted by their authors’ cultural prejudices as to render them useful only for literary deconstruction.

“Monsieur Derrida bequeathed a magnificent legacy to the global intellectual community,” said Mr. Chirac. “He has provided us all with the intellectual infrastructure to prevent us from seeking after truth. Thanks to him we know it is fruitless to assert anything with conviction, or to say that any ideology is less true than any other. They are all equally trifling. Their value, if any, lies only in the sport they provide for college professors.”

In lieu of flowers, friends of Mr. Derrida are urged to devote their lives to convincing at least one young person that there is nothing to which it is worth devoting one’s life.

Genius

http://www.adamgreen.net/video/video_jessica_hi.html

Declaration

Meta is just the Solipsistic Rendering of Aristotle's Recognition. I'm soooo over it.

Last Night's Dinnner

olive oil in the pan
and strainer in the sink
waiting for the boiling
to make its way
through little tunnels of wheat

Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang

I read somewhere that Pauline Kael saw those words on a poster outside an Italian cinema. Sex and Death. Eros and Thanatos. That's entertainment. You can't depict the sublime without it, even though that seems contradictory.

Anyway, the movie was quite good. A conventional pulp story done really well and with a twist of non-meta self-reference. It took the genre and ran with it. This is one Mom and Dad would enjoy, so go ahead and recommend it kids.

The Shins

I love The Shins because their music is filled with emotion but isn't emotional.

http://www.adambizanski.com/pinkbullets.html


The Shins speak of love with that sense of longing or absence which remind you that there' s a God.

The "sad stuff" is fulfilling because sadness is much more complex than happieness. There's more to contemplate and be "in wonder" about - which is more like love of the Divine than feelings of happiness or even elation.

The Man on the Street

Me and the Man on the Street