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Thursday, August 29, 2002
No, the Headline Wasn't in the Paper Sun: Dawn Patrol jingle writer Michael Lynch e-mailed me regarding my latest headline, "Biggest losers at tonight's MTV awards: the cars": That should increase the chances of Traffic. And the Jam.
11:31 AM
Easton Eden: I'm proud of a headline I wrote that's on page 9 of today's paper. It's for a story about streets being closed in midtown due to the MTV awards: "Biggest losers at tonight's MTV awards: the cars".
10:49 AM
Wednesday, August 28, 2002
Quote of the Day: "Are we living in mellow times or what? There are now tables and chairs in the mosh pit at CBGB ... What's next, flowers?"—Pierre Jelenc, in the e-mail version of his highly useful Gigometer.
7:26 PM
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Monday, August 26, 2002
Red Dawn: No, I haven't gone communist, but I do look pretty rosy under the scarlet lights of Maxwell's in the performance video clip of me singing "They Don't Know" at Maxwell's that Nixon's Head member Jim McMahon just posted onto his Web page. It was a great surprise to receive an e-mail from Jim last night informing me of his page of photos and video from the August 2 record-release concert for The Stiff Generation, as I didn't know that anyone besides my stepfather had videotaped my performance. The page also includes a photo of me and my backing band, the Anderson Council (with special guest Chris Butler at right) which Todd says makes me look as though I'm turning into a Monster of Rock.
12:16 AM
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Sunday, August 25, 2002
And They Didn't Even Say "Gesundheit": My Crabby Party Moment of the Week came this past Saturday night, at a barbecue hosted by a friend of Todd's. I wasn't wowed by anyone there save Todd (though, in all fairness, I used the mysterious, capricious, and utterly fallible Dawn Eden method of determining whether or not people looked worth approaching). Moreover, there was little healthful, non-meaty food to be had (well, what did I expect—it was a barbecue, after all).
And so it was that, after we'd been there an hour, while sitting next to Todd on our host's black bachelor-pad style futon, I was moved to sneeze. Three times, in rapid succession. As I did, I noticed that the conversation of the four people who were standing near us suddenly went dead quiet.
I lifted my head to look at them. Sure enough, they were staring at me.
I turned back towards Todd and said in a low, deliberate voice, "It's time to leave. People are watching me sneeze."
8:56 PM
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Dispatch From The Copy Desk: The young woman in the cubicle next to mine just called out to an editor across the room, "I was placing 'Fire trucks' and now I'm gonna place 'Dolls.'" Although I know she was just referring to the slugs of stories, she sounded so cute saying that in her little-girl voice, as though she were playing with toys. Much cuter than one of my male co-workers at the copy desk sounded a short while earlier, when he said of a proposed headline, "I have to do it: 'Village Manhole Blows'!"
7:47 PM
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