WORST EVER

I hated these when they first came out and all the model/socialite wannabes wore them IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SUMMER. I hated them last year when people were STILL pretending that we live in Lapland. But holy shit people, if you are still wearing these shoes, give up. I mean, a) they're just plain ugly, but more importantly b) it's NOT COLD so if you're even going to pretend that you're wearing them because they're lined with shearling you're busted. Britney wears them. Attention: THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING. So by all means, in the next few months, protect your feet from the cold and slush by investing in a nice pair of boots. But if they're fucking bright pink bugly shoes you bought to fit in---sorry, you lose.

Losers Need Not Apply for The Winner's Chair

I spent most of the day on Saturday at a conference, attempting to give the impression of Claire Catherine as an eager, insightful and driven member of society. I'm pretty sure it went well. Then I was off to some twilight furniture shopping with Nav. The above chaise is the new Winner's Chair. We're going to be strict about the people we let sit in The Winner's Chair. The Winner's Chair is not to be fucked with and is an honor that one must take very seriously. Yeah.
Feeling pretty satisfied with the furniture we picked out, Nav and I made our way to Pierre for some post shopping cocktails. People watching at NYC's other Four Seasons is great because you it allows you to take in the City of yesteryear. A haven for hipsters, this place is not.
We dressed for dinner and decided on a recurrent known for it's wild game. But as we left the house, we realized that we didn't feel like making a production out of dinner and grabbed entree on the way to Junno's.

There tons of people at Junno's which was good. Then I noticed that people had these balloon animals and a horrible thought swept through my mind....Was Brian (or was it Ryan..Or neither...) finally having his "party with balloon animals"? You may remember Ryan (Brian, whatever) from such disasters as "Don't feel the need to rock out...," "There was this eight year old kid looking down your shirt and at first, I was going to say something to him, but then I was like YEAH, RIGHT ON!" and of course, "you should throw me a party and have this guy come an make balloon animals..." That one came when he took me to a restaurant. A restaurant with a clown. But the gods were smiling on me Brian/Ryan was no where to be found. There was, however, someone dressed up in a neon pink gorilla costume. Clearly.

We decided to play some poker. A nice friendly game between friendly people. I was even chip leader for am moment. But then, all these unfriendly people started buying into the game. They were extremely obnoxious. At one point this girl attempted to have words with me over the fact that I allegedly didn't say check (when in fact, I said it three times, she was just a fool) so I countered with, "go fuck yourself." I ended up losing. I have to say it was probably the only time I've ever been psyched about losing; I was able to leave the table and go hang out with friends instead of trashy bastards. The best part was when Nav took the pot, beating the boyfriend of the obnoxious girl. This girl took her boyfriend to the back of the bar and started yelling at him for losing. We all laughed. So Saturday was a lot of fun. EJ and I got some brainstorming done with regards to the bash we're throwing next month. And I got to ramble on about my love for Led Zeppelin, Yes and Steely Dan and no one told me to shut up. Saturday goes in the victory catagory.

Way Down Below the Ocean Where I Wanna Be She May Be

My antediluvian baby has been found. Atlantis was discovered off the coast of Cyprus. See, some things aren't fantasies or myths....and wishing can make it so.
MSN had an article entilted Is Daydreaming Healthy? Luckily, WebMD decided that it is. Thank God, since that's pretty much all I do. Imagine, now society is questioning the validity of dreaming. I'm moving to Atlantis.

As They Say Below the Mason-Dixon: What Now?

Really, what I'm more surprised about here, is the fact that this woman is 59 and has 14 grand-children and 6 great-grand -children. I guess the fact that she's having twins won't be that big of a deal.

Word Mother Fucker

Apparently, Nick Carter got a skull and cross bones to replance his Paris tatoo, which, by the way, he got a mere three weeks before he beat her (or she was doing a photo shoot where she posed as a battered woman, I can't remember what the verdict was on that) and they broke up. Duh. Don't ever get a tatoo of your lovers name. Didn't anyone learn from Johnny and Winona? It's never a good idea, obvs.

Hair Dude, Your're Stepping on My Mystique

Word on the street is a new Out Hud album is dropping in 2005. Awsome.
Also, they're playing a random show at the Mercury Lounge December 4th. So much awsome.

Artsy Goings-on On the LES? Noooooooooo.

For moives, plays and bands every single night this November, go here.

I'm Famous in Israel

My close friend in Saudi Arabia sent me a friendster message out of the blue the other day. When I went to retrieve the message, it turned out that a whole bunch of people have been sending me messages over the past few months. Most were from complete strangers who wrote things like "you sound cool, let's chat" or "I'd like to get into your pants." In all of them the author used punctuation to make facial expressions (busted). One message, however, caught my eye. This guy wrote to tell me he's using a picture of me on the cover of an Israeli CD collection. Wha? Whatever that means, you can bet I'm never going to see an royalties.

Happy Birthday

Martin Luther

Warren G

To two people who didn't see the world the in the same way as everyone around them. And who preached the Gospel. One love y'all.

...And There Was Much Rejoicing

Jesus Freak Attorney General John Ashcroft bids the White House adieu. I'm taking bets on if he winds up leading people into the Nevada desert for a mass suicide.

About Town: Where Culture (a term I use loosely) and Drinking Live in Wedded Bliss

Michael Solis, my favorite wooden boy just joined The Revolution, an improv troupe. See him in all of his glory TONIGHT @
The Improv Comedy Club located on53rd St. b/w 8th and 9th Ave. The show starts at 9:30pm and there's a $5 cover.

Yo La Tengo FINALLY gives the NYC some love after dissing us a few months ago...Catch them for a whole week at Maxwells begining Dec. 7th-14th.

Veronika's Birthday is showing at the Jewish Womens Film Festival Sunday November 14 as part of session 2 (2:30-5:30pm), http://www.ncjwny.org/, 212-687-5030. The screening will take place at Florence Gould Hall, French Institute Alliance Francaise, 55 East 59th Street (Between Park and Madison Ave. My friend Jesssssicccccca directed it. Also the FIAF is awsome so get there.

Eddie Izzard, comic genius is doing an instore at VirginMega (USQ) on Monday the 15th at 7 o'clock in the evening. I'll be there cause I'm an anglophile.

At The Met: Tapastries of the Andes. I'm obsessed with Tapastries of the Medieval period so this is a real treat for me. Also of interest is China: Dawn of a Golden age.

At The Gugg: Aztechs and Kieth Harring. Both are in till February.

Emo Finds a Way

The Postal Service struck a deal with the USPS that allows them to keep the already copyrighted name. In return, Death Cab's cutie Ben Gibbard and electronics master Jimmy Tamborello are doing promo for the Federal agency that breeds the most disgruntled workers. Be there Nov 17th when they perform at the US Postal Service convention in D.C. security will be high.

Other shows coming up:


Modest MouseNov 9 at Radio City Music Hall
MuseNov 9 at Webster Hall
Radio 4Nov 10 at Southpaw
The Arcade Fire, The Hidden Cameras, Dirty on PurposeNov 11 at Bowery Ballroom
Matthew Sweet + Velvet Crush Nov 12 at Irving Plaza
The Magnetic Fields Nov 18 at Carnegie Hall
Badly Drawn Boy + AdemNov 20 at Town Hall

Ping Pong Pirates Goods Pleasure Long

After many weeks, cc's back. I've been uber busy with "work" and assorted other things. Also, I've been pretty sad as of late (so sad, in fact, that Toad the Wet Sprocket couldn't even help---I actually went two whole days listening to NO MUSIC AT ALL) and therefore, uninspired. But this weekend, I saw something that changed all that: a man wearing a patch that said PING PONG PIRATES GOODS PLEASURE LONG. I have no idea what that means, but I'm pretty sure it's the answer to the riddle of life. So I figured, whatevs, LET'S FIGHTING LOVE, and I'm getting on with the show.
I'm not commenting on the election until it's over...and it's not over yet.