yay! OSCAR and I were given the honor of a one page in the most recent PAPER MAGAZINE. the same magazine we grew up on, drooling over New York City nighlife! needless to say it was an honor to be in the magazine as well as be nominated for BEST NEW PARTY (OPEN) and BEST PARTY (1992).
it was a great night! despite the winning and the losing, we are all winners! here’s how the night went…
oh, the 90′s…flannels and combay boots. this show was great, did anyone else ever watch this? i mean, being a kid is so weird. parents are even weirder. MSCL really showed how distant and similar the two are. it really showed what it’s kinda like to be at that point when you’re starting high school; ditching old friends for new ones, drastically changing your appearance, rebelling against your family and school, body issues, etc. it’s such a weird period in life. here is the pilot that started it all:
this next episode is about the magical teacher MR. RACINE who (quite movie like and less like the real life) wakes up the student body and excites them about learning. today, teachers seem so underpaid and less interested in teaching that this character looked like a leprechaun (maybe there are a few left out there). eventually, angela realizes that he’s not super human…but extremely human (flaws and all).
the election was only last week, yet it feels like a much longer time ago. OBAMA won and although there were MCCAIN supporters, i never saw cool election things for him. anyways, here are some funny (pro-’bama) election thingy’s. post some if you got em.
deep inside i must be an a-sexual english white man. i love THE SMITHS, although they’ve had some controversy…i still dig the music. special shoutout to MORRISSEY/SMITHS night at SWAY every sunday for some years now. OSCAR, we need to go party there soon!
some great SMITHS lyrics…
“i’ve come to wish you an unhappy birthday, cause you’re evil and you lie, and if you should die i may feel slightly side, but i won’t cry…may the lines hang heavy and deep tonight”
“for we have been through hell and hight tide, i think i can rely on you. and yet you seem to recoil, heavy words are so lightly thrown. and yet i’d leap in front of a flying bullet for you. so what difference does it make?”
- what difference does it make?
i love this kid…