Urban Honking

A cowboy-themed strip club called “the outlaw” advertised “live hot girls” and country music on the third floor, and even though Naughty by Nature’s “OPP” floated from the windows above, the sleazy foil flash of cheap dance lights twinkled, signifying strippers but not giving anything away. We walked in cause Chantelle wanted to show off […]

if you are going to fly in a commercial airplane in the united states, it is a good idea not to do it the day an alleged band of terrorists planned to blow up planes with liquid explosives. If you do, it is a good idea not to pack your beloved lipgloss pot in your […]

cause i’m about to descend on your shit and pillage all your stumptown. thank you duane, supplier for life.

THAT IS ALL

time to get a new lesson

Thank you to Jona for the amazing redesign of CnP, and indulging my interest in silhouettes of cell phones. Two seperate dudes emailed me Claire Hoffman’s piece from the LA Times within a span of an hour: I once saw a very thorough docudrama on Joe Francis, creator of Girls Gone Wild, so I knew […]

My feature on Crunk & B is up at Urge. If you have no PC to attend the Urge party, but would still like to read it, click here. If you would like to see the accompanying playlist, click here.

Notes from hometown visit: In the past two years, the Cheyenne city council and land conservation department have built a miles-long “greenway”: a concrete sidewalk vivisecting a stretch of tumbleweeds, several cottonwood trees, and a long, cattailed marsh. The path follows several major boulevards, crosses behind a Barnes & Noble, and overlooks the Frontier Mall. […]

Today: my interview w/Xtina Aguilera is up on La Horca. And my long-labored Crunk & B feature is up on Urge, which I shall reprint here in like a hour for those who do not have PCs (everyone I know besides my parents).

Yesterday, on our lunch break, Chris Ryan dragged me out onto the heart of Times Square. “I want to show you something.” We crossed the street, past the deli, past the Army Recruiter, past the Sephora, and stopped in front of that mysterious triangular building on 42nd and Broadway, you know the one that doesn’t […]