Monthly Archives: September 2004

I am learning to love Fashion Week; when you walk by Bryant Park, women in Jackie-O wigs and pink tweed (what else!) will hand you bags of crap for free. Today, I got an electric toothbrush from Shop Etc. magazine. … Continue reading →

My wee pal Daniel is a photo genius (hire him!) and this is his new blog. Includes hot shots of Urban Honkers and my old housemate/bandmate/BFF, Jay Winebrenner, smoking in front of the computer, which pretty much sums up his … Continue reading →

Sasha’s extensive drilldown on the run-ins and run-outs of our eve, including the true haps on JimJam and Haiku (the F.I.T. sophomores we nearly drop-kicked whilst new-old-jack-swingin’). Those two, by the way they were dancing together–eyes locked, mimicking the slow … Continue reading →

Dick Cheney’s equivalent to Reagan’s ketchup quote here. Infuriating.

Good luck to Ezra’s softball team, The Lagers (nee The PDX Martyrs Brigade). Tonight is their first game. Here is what some sadists do to their puppies. “I’m a typical playboy dualist, constantly surrounded by roses. And I can shoot … Continue reading →

Precisely two minutes and 45 seconds into R. Kelly’s “Ladies Night,” when his echoed vox descend like shooting stars, glitter confetti, swathes of chiffon–and the guitar bubbles, restrained tickling on the counter rhythm–and he’s singing “Daaaaance, yeah”–because the dance is … Continue reading →

If someone helps me navigate this mac. com account, Jessica and I will activate the Faculty Lounge music blog and I will post a QB jam with extra special deep mobbin. It’s time. All taker-uppers may email julianneshepherd@yahoo.com, or mp3s … Continue reading →

You can make a career out of untethered wandering, and I got out before my stop for that purpose. No purpose, just wandering; trying to step where the legos lock right. But I discovered something: a clean and fertile dumpster, … Continue reading →

NYC fake-blood fanatics, mark your calendars: My friend Sara is playing drums in The Husbands, a band with Sadie Shaw and Sarah Reed, and they’re at the Knitting Factory Sept 19. You may remember Sadie and Sarah as independent horror-filmmakers, … Continue reading →

Blew out Steve’s speakers obsessing over Nicole Wray’s spectacular “If I was Your Girlfriend,” which is this year’s “Milkshake” in that it starts and ends in the same pocket, but despite its march-in-place, is fireworky enough to warrant repeats. It’s … Continue reading →