Urban Honking

A eulogy. One I know to be true. And truth.. Rayquon Elliott. On Monday morning he was shot and killed outside his apartment building in Far Rockaway, Queens. He was 24 years old. Senseless.

Our new roommates, as depicted above, are stupid. Stupid as in, “I CAN’T FEEL MY FACE.” Stupid as in “so cute I think my head will explode even considering it.” Mo brought them home last night in two tiny cages on the train home from Philly. I haven’t heard them meow yet but I am […]

DARRIN’S. DANCE. GROOVES. TWO.

UNO. My friend C.’s blog compiles photographs her dad took from her childhood – watch out for the disturbing Chuck E. Cheese party-spank and the black JonBenet series. So cute plus musings on crafts and her cool vintage clothing store on e-bay. DOS. flippin thru basic cabe and on NYCTV/cable access, that NY Noise show […]

I hope she starts a blog but Sarah, my dear friend, has just moved to Amman. Just, as in: today. Some of her first impressions: “Arriving was magical. Seeing the city at night, the desert and fields of camels. My landlord called me along the way to say welcome to Jordan and other nice, energetic […]

I was just looking at these photos from Nick’s Los Angeles appearance as “DJ Catchdubs,” and thinking – do you guys remember when Steve Aoki used to put out all only extremely radical political music like RADAR (who I really dug)? Yo, Planes Mistaken For Stars! Can’t really envision them on the cobrasnake. (Do you […]

I can only view tonight’s Republican proceedings as a stunt of epic proportions: used car salesman Tommy Thompson and man-in-the-bubble Sam Brownback are clearly performance artists dispatched by Cooper Union – class of 1929. They met in the voice-throwing class, and came to be pals, because they had a lot in common. They were character […]

The Oliverstoniac in me gives homeboy 13 days before he’s Jack Ruby-shanked en route to the appeals court. (Please excuse the baby talk, something about this mf just incites me to patronize.)