Posts Tagged ‘New York Minute’

Things That Happened In The Last (Well, Six) Weeks, Part 3

November 6, 2008

3) The New York Mets fell apart. Again.




Fret Not, Republicans: Palin Has Acting Career After Campaign

November 5, 2008

Is she destined to be a TV star?


Is she destined to be a TV star?

In the coming weeks, many will shed tears. For many, a black man running the nation is a dream realized; unfortunately for others, it will be perceived as a nightmare. Either way, we should take a moment and give thanks (heck, Turkey Day is just around the corner!) that the world met Sarah Louise Heath Palin (I call her SLHP in txts). As previously blogged, the current state of Saturday Night Live appears to be one of disarray. Not unlike the current state of the economy, it seems almost unfixable. But then the bailout bill came: Tina Fey as Sarah Palin. Let’s be honest, she’s a dead-ringer for the huntress Governor from the North, but maybe SNL should take the next step and go from artificial intelligence to REAL intelligence. Live from New York, its Saturday Night Palin! But wait, there’s more post here!

Pre-Week Brain Dump (Part 1 of 2)

September 15, 2008

DJ Steve’s been putting me to shame these last few days with lengthy, thoughtful posts on Kanye West’s celebrity and Saturday Night Live’s mediocrity. Both great. I’ve been surfing, eating, and acting inappropriately around college students. I also embedded a Super Mario World YouTube video! Lame. But that was last week – a brand new one is upon us, and with it a golden Phelpsian opportunity to redeem myself in your eyes. Like the Fightin’ Phils, I’m all about comebacks. Before I set to work on my next failed New Yorker article, though, I’ve got to clear my head of everything that’s taken up residence these past few days. Brewfest. Palin. Fringe. Matthew McConaughey. Nothing coherent enough to warrant an individual post, but each part of that perfect fall potpourri blend. You know the drill. Onward?

The McCrazy Files: Rumble at 157th Street!

August 21, 2008

McDonald’s. 157th Street and Broadway. 6:45 PM. I’m waiting in line to order a heart-healthy #2 when a large woman walks in, loudly announcing her arrival. “Time to eat, time to eat,” she says and licks her lips as she ponders the Dollar Menu. Unfortunately for her, it’s a notoriously slow McDonald’s. A fast food explosion seems inevitable. Sure enough, she goes off after five minutes. “We waitin’ in this line and you over there makin’ a salad or some gay ass shit.” The manager tries to ignore her. “I’m about to hop this fuckin’ counter and make my OWN damn food.” She elicits a few laughs, a few groans. I’ve been in line with people like this before – angry, obnoxious people who want everyone to know who’s in charge. It’s hardly a question of geography, either – they live everywhere. In Harlem, though, people don’t say things that they won’t back up. Read on!

R.I.P. Kim’s

August 3, 2008

Kim’s Mediapolis, meeting ground for Converse All-Stars of all colors, will be closing its French (New Wave) doors for good within the next month. Just “Kim’s” for those in the know, this video store was a Columbia institution – a place every student has been to at least once. It’s also a place every student has been criticized at least once. Below, a fondly recalled exchange from my freshman year:

“Do you guys have Boogie Nights? I couldn’t find it in the racks.”
“Hmm, let me think. Did you try looking under ‘P.T. Anderson’? That might be a good place to start, yeah?” More smug sarcasm after the jump!

Fun With Strangers

August 1, 2008

My relationship with good advice is antithetical at best. Sure, I’ll try to maintain a healthy diet – right after I finish this Cinnabon, then destroy the dollar menu at McDonald’s. Does anyone want Papa John’s? Reading with a light on is for suckers, or the rich. Get plenty of Vitamin C? OMFG don’t tell me how to live my life, conformist. Deeply ingrained stubbornness means I tend to do the opposite of what’s right or appropriate. It should come as no surprise, then, to know that I’m always game for hanging out with total strangers.

Granted, these were movie-going strangers. And they seemed really nice! Setting the scene: my friend and I were leaving Loews after seeing American Teen. It’s quarter after midnight or so; hardly late, of course, but generally time for the working world to get to bed. Not, it turns out, the forces of destiny. Three guys approached us outside the theater, frantically asking if one of us would like a free Dark Knight IMAX ticket. One of their group failed to show up. I paused to think about their offer. YES, I wanted to see the movie, but for a third time? With strangers? Probably trannies or communists? One of whom was wearing a bandana? Find out what happens next after the jump!

Now Sandwiched Between Dr. Z Dermatology and CUNY Ads On The Subway

July 28, 2008

NYT’s “City Room” blog reports that NYC subway cars and stations are now home to over 50 advertisements for Betty Beauty pubic hair dye. Finally! Armed with Seinfeld-ish wordplay, the ad campaign was able to get past MTA’s censors. It’s a red (or black, blonde, brown or pink)-letter day for freedom of expression!