They Say It Isn't Over. It Is.
Another big Tuesday in the books, and for Senator Kerry another couple of big wins for his campaign. As the Kerry machine rolls through two southern states, General Clark's race comes to an end. His week showing in Tuesday's primaries has forced him to throw in the towel. Despite their loss, Dean and Edwards continue to forge ahead in hopes of gaining credibility so they can assist in building the parties platform. At this point its a safe bet to assume that we will be voting for Kerry in the coming Presidential Election. Who will share the ticket with Kerry? Does it really matter? Here is the Times wrap up of the southern scramble.
Tuesday In. Tuesday Out.
Well, yesterday evening I declined some tickets to the Carson Daly show. As Jin let us know, the French Kicks were the house band and Dave Chappelle were scheduled guests, but the daunting task of having to cross over 14th Street was just to much for me. So I opted for another evening on the L.E.S.
It began with me burning the Justin Timberlake album that my boss let me borrow. That's right kids, JT. I don't know what to make of it, but I'm giving it a shot because the boy has pipes. Close your eyes and imagine a poor man's Stevie Wonder. Either way, I'm now leaning toward the converted.
Kyle had rented the documentary, Capturing the Friedmans, so I decided to give it a shot. Watching this film makes you realize that all your family troubles really don't stack up to anything. The Friedmans were a family torn apart by a child molestation case in which the father and son were being tried for over a 100 counts. The film managed to keep in objective point of view and actually (maybe inadvertently) caste doubt on whether or not these men committed these heinous crimes. The problem with the film lies in the complete dysfunction of the entire family. It is sometimes hard to believe, but the only feelings is conjures up (appropriately) is one of disgust mixed with pity for these horrible people. See it and judge for yourself.
Around 8pm Liz stopped by to pick me up for dinner. We headed over to the Clinton Street Bakery which has quickly become a big favorite of mine. The dinner menu was a bit pricy compared to the brunch, but we stuck it out and got some great food. If you are ever there teetering on the decision to get the asparagus and artichoke appetizer, let me make that choice for you. Just say yes. That dish was amazing, but then again, I'm a sucker for artichokes.
Following dinner we caught a drink at the Library where we met the self proclaimed Budda of Wall Street. This cat just moved to the L.E.S. and he told us his story a good three or four times. We humored the nice guy until I saw Cami and DTL pass by the window. I popped out and gave them a yell so they came in and joined us. They were at the Mercury seeing some horrible band whose name isn't worth mentioning. Stevo was the last to come in. Before we knew it, Stevo and I were back at the house with Builder trying to come up with scams so I could make a little more cheddar. Here are so of the ideas that will not be exercised:
1. Deal Cocaine (only a couple ounces a month)
2. Become a gay phone sex operator
3. Go on a Mugging spree
4. Turn a couple tricks in Chelsea
5. Work for it
You Snooze. You News.
I just did a huge news piece, but it was all lost with one key stroke. So maybe I will do some later. There is a bunch of news on new records from the Vines, Walkmen, Hives and Hot Hot Heat. If anything, check out the Pazz & Jop Critics Poll from the Voice.
I’m so pissed right now. It was truly a thing of beauty. Fuck Blogger and their lack of backup. I was copying and pasting the work into Word, and I lost it all. God Dammit.
Another big Tuesday in the books, and for Senator Kerry another couple of big wins for his campaign. As the Kerry machine rolls through two southern states, General Clark's race comes to an end. His week showing in Tuesday's primaries has forced him to throw in the towel. Despite their loss, Dean and Edwards continue to forge ahead in hopes of gaining credibility so they can assist in building the parties platform. At this point its a safe bet to assume that we will be voting for Kerry in the coming Presidential Election. Who will share the ticket with Kerry? Does it really matter? Here is the Times wrap up of the southern scramble.
Tuesday In. Tuesday Out.
Well, yesterday evening I declined some tickets to the Carson Daly show. As Jin let us know, the French Kicks were the house band and Dave Chappelle were scheduled guests, but the daunting task of having to cross over 14th Street was just to much for me. So I opted for another evening on the L.E.S.
It began with me burning the Justin Timberlake album that my boss let me borrow. That's right kids, JT. I don't know what to make of it, but I'm giving it a shot because the boy has pipes. Close your eyes and imagine a poor man's Stevie Wonder. Either way, I'm now leaning toward the converted.
Kyle had rented the documentary, Capturing the Friedmans, so I decided to give it a shot. Watching this film makes you realize that all your family troubles really don't stack up to anything. The Friedmans were a family torn apart by a child molestation case in which the father and son were being tried for over a 100 counts. The film managed to keep in objective point of view and actually (maybe inadvertently) caste doubt on whether or not these men committed these heinous crimes. The problem with the film lies in the complete dysfunction of the entire family. It is sometimes hard to believe, but the only feelings is conjures up (appropriately) is one of disgust mixed with pity for these horrible people. See it and judge for yourself.
Around 8pm Liz stopped by to pick me up for dinner. We headed over to the Clinton Street Bakery which has quickly become a big favorite of mine. The dinner menu was a bit pricy compared to the brunch, but we stuck it out and got some great food. If you are ever there teetering on the decision to get the asparagus and artichoke appetizer, let me make that choice for you. Just say yes. That dish was amazing, but then again, I'm a sucker for artichokes.
Following dinner we caught a drink at the Library where we met the self proclaimed Budda of Wall Street. This cat just moved to the L.E.S. and he told us his story a good three or four times. We humored the nice guy until I saw Cami and DTL pass by the window. I popped out and gave them a yell so they came in and joined us. They were at the Mercury seeing some horrible band whose name isn't worth mentioning. Stevo was the last to come in. Before we knew it, Stevo and I were back at the house with Builder trying to come up with scams so I could make a little more cheddar. Here are so of the ideas that will not be exercised:
1. Deal Cocaine (only a couple ounces a month)
2. Become a gay phone sex operator
3. Go on a Mugging spree
4. Turn a couple tricks in Chelsea
5. Work for it
You Snooze. You News.
I just did a huge news piece, but it was all lost with one key stroke. So maybe I will do some later. There is a bunch of news on new records from the Vines, Walkmen, Hives and Hot Hot Heat. If anything, check out the Pazz & Jop Critics Poll from the Voice.
I’m so pissed right now. It was truly a thing of beauty. Fuck Blogger and their lack of backup. I was copying and pasting the work into Word, and I lost it all. God Dammit.
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