Update: Whoops! It has been brought to my attention that “this Muniz fellow” is in fact a Gawker.TV intern. That will surely make the next roof drinks party super awkward! Anyway, Gawker.TV editor Richard Blakeley wanted me to make sure that everyone knows that Adrian is “like a gem and someone will pick him up. He’s one of my most talented interns.” Hear that, everyone? HIRE THIS MAN!
“If you’ve spent any time trolling the blogosphere, you’ve probably noticed a peculiar literary trend: the pervasive habit of writers inexplicably placing exclamation points at the end of otherwise unremarkable sentences. Sort of like this! This is done to suggest an ironic detachment from the writing of an expository sentence! It’s supposed to signify that the writer is self-aware! And this is idiotic. It’s the saddest kind of failure. F. Scott Fitzgerald believed inserting exclamation points was the literary equivalent of an author laughing at his own jokes, but that’s not the case in the modern age; now, the exclamation point signifies creative confusion. All it illustrates is that even the writer can’t tell if what they’re creating is supposed to be meaningful, frivolous, or cruel. It’s an attempt to insert humor where none exists, on the off chance that a potential reader will only be pleased if they suspect they’re being entertained. Of course, the reader really isn’t sure, either. They just want to know when they’re supposed to pretend that they’re amused. All those extraneous exclamation points are like little splatters of canned laughter: They represent the “form of funny,” which is more easily understood (and more easily constructed) than authentic funniness. I suppose the counter-argument is that Tom Wolfe used a lot of exclamation points, too… but I don’t think that had anything to do with humor or insecurity. The Wolfe-Man was honestly stoked about LSD and John Glenn. I bet he didn’t even own a TV. It was a different era!”—
Chuck Klosterman, Eating the Dinosaur (via fimoculous)
Anyway, for reasons unclear to me—because I don’t think I’m that interesting or worthy of something like this—but appreciated regardless, Daniel D’Addario wrote a profile on me for The Awl.
So, if you care to, go forth and read it (but try to ignore the negative comments, even though I wasn’t able to do so).
I’m actually completely surprised by the tone of many of the comments. I cannot figure out these reactions. I guess, in part, as has been discussed TO DEATH this week, people really do find it easy (both personally and technologically) to make fun of people on the Internets!
I think the Observer needs to issue a correction. Related: !!!
Last night I found myself sitting across from Kembra Pfahler of TVHOKB (bonus trivia: her brother Adam was the drummer for Jawbreaker) on the subway. It’s not unusual to see her walking around the EV/LES so it wasn’t a big deal, but she was quite stunning up close. Of course I didn’t say anything but I’d like to thank her for putting on one of the best live shows I’ve ever witnessed. Have you ever seen a half-naked singer do a head stand on stage while two band members hold her legs open and another smash paint-filled eggs on her crotch? The music is pretty great too.
Tired of the overuse of the words ‘snowpocalypse’ and ‘snowmaggedon’, by both the mainstream media and bloggers, to describe every large snowstorm that occurs, I have prepared the following short list of alternatives. Feel free to select one next time an event like this takes place:
You ever read something that makes you sit in a room quietly for ten minutes or more as you ponder exactly how something applies to you - because, and without projecting, it does - and exactly what you need to do about it? Because this did. In other words:
Guilty as charged. Shamefully so. And reading this - which, I’m (maybe ironically? But hopefully not.) calling the best thing I’ve seen on the site in a while - made me think about all the ways I’ve sat around and greased the asses/egos of people I really don’t give a shit about, or shouldn’t. And been nice to people who really don’t merit niceties! Which is besides the whole Michael Wolff angle.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do about it yet. But I bookmarked Hamilton’s piece. And I’ve felt like an asshole since reading it. So, there’s that. I’d rather be the only one to admit it than, I don’t know, keep doing it?
You do this. “It was honest, but it was not nice.” Related: Must-read dispatches on Pre-Zombie Radar from Mark Ames (part 1 and part 2) as the shit went down.
Can I just say that my idea the other night when everyone was posting pictures of the books that happened to be in front of them was that I was gonna take a picture of a stack of comic books and caption it “(AFTER: YOUR MOM)” and tag it “OMG” and “SHUT UP”? Sometimes it is good that I am too poor for a nice camera and therefore DO NOT EXIST, I think.
True story: I had the same idea but with CDs. (Tit Wrench’s "OK You Homos, Out of the Car" as the lead, anyone?) Let’s meet halfway and do this with things in our freezers.
Sometimes when I’m talking to someone on gchat I’ll get a notification that tells me they’ve “left the conversation.” I gather this means they’ve closed our window, and often this happens before the conversation I’m having with that person has formally ended. Who thought this was a good idea? I’m kinda mad at @katiebakes now.
I have learned to refrain from arguing with smokers’ rights types in the comments sections of blogs, so I should just say — as I have before — the “nanny state” is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (which means awesome); Bloomberg’s public health campaigns are awesome too (and wildly popular in NYC polling), including the trans-fat ban; there is no right for 20% of bar-goers to smoke that supercedes the rights of the 80% of bar-goers who are nonsmokers to breathe clean air, regardless of what the bar- and club-owners would like to permit; and I support the crackdown 100%.
I wrote a long article on the jailed Russian oligarch Mikhail Khodorkovsky, here. Since this happened people have had occasion to ask me how to pronounce it. As with most Russian names, however you pronounce it is really just fine. It’s not like people don’t know who you mean.
Don’t let Keith alarm you with the “long” descriptor, it’s only 5700 words. (Besides, how intimidating can the piece be, the author spent last night making chit-chat with Andrew Krucoff and Foster Kamer! (Does my logic parse a little? No? Oh okay.)) Also, so good: “It’s one thing to hear about what’s happening to Khodorkovsky in prison – at one point he was attacked with a knife by his cellmate, clearly an agent provocateur, who then accused him of homosexual advances – but it’s another to read him. Who among the other oligarchs has faced down such a situation?”