Reverse Commute

Visit a blog that is all about the hell that is my commute.

Michael Crichton is ponying up a cool $31 million to get out of his fourth marriage.

Michael, my name is Kid Dig It. Will you marry me?

Greenpoint in the House!!!

Fine, I moved. But I'm still Greenpoint to da bone.

Why would anyone painstakingly collect and count exactly one million little wooden sticks?

I'm sure this article is already everywhere (I got it off Obscure Store), but it has some choice parts in it:
1. "But Frank, beaten down by life and bad choices (related to wine, women, and other common vices)..."
2. "Anton currently runs the computer system at a local electrical contractor, but bumped into Frank while playing bass in a local band called Space Hippie..."
3. "On Sundays Anton'd put on a suit, go pick up Frank, and they'd be at the IHOP for a marathon session that wouldn't stop until they'd counted 18,000 to 20,000 sticks of wood."

With the Guts of an iPod

Nichimen Corp of Japan and NHJ Ltd of Japan introduced a new portable audio player from Korea's iRiver Inc, with a 10GB HDD built-in, called "iHP-100" in Japan. But this is the cool part: "The iHP-100 uses both analog/optical input/output terminals. It will also record in real time to MP3."

iCommune

iCommune is a standalone open source application for Mac OS X that extends Apple's iTunes to share your music over a network. Some one get this and tell me if it works.

New York City to Secede from the State and Go It Alone?

Wack job? Yes. My hero? Also yes. Will NYC give it shot, a la Staten Island's 1993 attempt? (NY Times)

Not Much Fer Learnin'

The Partisan Review, the legendary journal that set type for T.S. Elliot, George Orwell, Lionel Trilling, and Clement Greenberg, among other smarty pants, is ceasing publication after 68 years. John Silber, chancellor of Boston University, which has been overseeing the intellect'chal journal since 1978, put it fittingly: ''The general attitude was the Partisan Review was a reliquary,'' he said.

Sher, hoss. It sher has become such a rel-i-query, what you said.
Boston Globe

Learn English, but Will It Help You Learn Japanese?

Computer-rendered voices saying "car, car, accident, accident, cash, cash" and "mother, mother, father, father, family, family, divorce, divorce." Is this what we're teaching the new-comers.

Mistresses Out of Favor

Once a legitimate pursuit, the role of mistress has gone out of vogue. What about concubines, haroms, and geisha's though?

The Bar Code: "I'm Not a Number; Dammit, I'm a Man"

Everything you ever wanted to know about the bar code, except why people get it tattooed on their necks.

Can Elephants Run?

Holy shit, this is a fascinating article. A strange and brief look at whether elephants run. (On a related note: I seem to remember Star Jones making for the craft services table pretty swiftly, but I can't remember if how many of her feet left the ground at a time.) (NY Times)

Numbs You to the Bone

In theory, this could be a successful product. But no dood will ever buy it, which would be admitting in public, in front of some high-school kid clerk that he prematurely fires his weapon.

How to Know When Your Apartment Sucks

Scroll down to the story called "Starting from Scratch." The first one is a little story about a guy who lives in the East Village in the same building as a contestant from "the Bachelor." Listen to him (it's a RealAudio file) and the host, Ira Glass, laugh at how crappy his EV apartment is. Laugh and laugh and laugh.

No Bad Library Jokes Here

I used to go Library bar all the time, but then I stopped. Still, as always, the jukebox is one of the best in the city. And they have a rather involved web site for such a dive. Someone subscribe to the newsletter and let me know what it's all about.

Death Is All Around Us

Rich doods dropping left and right. First Getty, and now Atkins. Where have all the millionaires gone? Are there enough left to continue making me envious and feeling worthless? Will this result in an up-tick in my sense of self-worth? Stay tuned...

Unlike Our Lame City, I Bet They Can Smoke Too

Liberation comes in so many sizes: pints, shots, tumblers... Irish pub opens in Kabul.

There Goes the Neighborhood

With this Manhattan population drop I keep hearing about, can I cajole my landlord into a cheaper rent? (NY Times)

Anything into Oil

Got a turkey carcass lying around? Turn it into oil! This process claims it can "handle almost any waste product imaginable, including turkey offal, tires, plastic bottles, harbor-dredged muck, old computers, municipal garbage, cornstalks, paper-pulp effluent, infectious medical waste, oil-refinery residues, even biological weapons such as anthrax spores."

Those Dancing Fools

Everyone, and I mean everyone, needs to check out www.njguido.com. This is by far the best blog going. Nothing compares. The "Writings" section has a perfect combination of wit, nostalgia, and dementia.