It's a little-known fact that most of what appears in the New Yorker is actually written about Boston. Those guys should just give up already and move here.
Latest example: David Sedaris's LOLZapalooza in the March 30 issue -- and hidden behind the subscriber firewall online -- involving Costco, a giant box of rubbers, strawberries, and a book tour.
The last Chuck Klosterman event I went to was about five years ago in Brooklyn. He had just released Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, and the New York Press declared him “The Biggest Douchebag on the Planet,” or something like that.And while Chuck’s response to the page one dishonor holds no legitimate weight now – since cats like Matt Taibbi, Alex Zaitchik, and Mark Ames (who wrote the hit) came out of that paper – at the time it nonetheless secured me as a fan of someone who a stubborn counterculture dip like me is supposed to loathe: “If anybody gave a shit about what they have to say,” he countered, “then they wouldn’t be writing for the New York Press
We asked Phoenix staffers to send over links to stories/blog posts/webpages that have caught their eyes today. Here are the highlights...
Man on Fire: A surgeon suffering a heart attack while performing brain surgery carries on with the procedure.
Food Fight: The Boston Globe pisses off a local deviled eggs fanatic.
AskMen.com, the neanderthalic website dedicated to teaching its self-proclaimed 7 million readers all about how to be as ball-scratchingly manly as they can be, has published the "Top 10 Subtle Ways To Tell Her She's Getting Fat." Because, surely, the men who visit AskMen.com are epitomes of physical perfection, and don't reek of Funions and failure as I had previously suspected.
Give your pets the chance to be more than just lap-things and models for tiny pretentious sweaters by participating in Pints for Pets, a dog and cat blood-donor program to benefit the four-legged patients of the MSPCA Angell Animal Medical Center - Boston.
March 19The Boston Underground Film Festival kicked off with a grimy, gooey bang this Thursday, with a screening of Frank Henenlotter/R.A. the Rugged Man team-up Bad Biology (an uproarious romp involving genitals run amok, which I covered briefly here, and the Mondo Movie podcast guys discussed pretty thoroughly here). The icing on this stunningly lewd cake was the special guest appearances by Henenlotter, R.A., and cast members Charlee Danielson and Anthony Sneed).
Science drops and hilarity ensues, particularly when one spastic
audience member asks self-proclaimed "American lowlife" hip-hop artist
R.A. to "do a rap."DOWNLOAD: Cast and creators of Bad Biology (live at BUFF '09 at the Kendall Square Theatre) [mp3] March 20"It's
a shame that people don't get to see enough amazing short films," BUFF
executive director Anna Feder remarked yesterday at the Brattle Theatre. That was right before J. Cannibal launched "Tapas of Terror," a gore-drenched horror platter that
included: bounty-hunter bonanza Dead Bones, the tasty Robot Chicken-y nugget I, Zombie, the absurd little-old-church-ladies-wielding-heavy-artillery flick Guns and Butter, the genuinely horrifying (and pedorific) Popsicle, the unspeakably awesome Treevenge, the super-slick and spooky The Facts in the Case of Mister Hollow, and the Silent Hill-meets-Eraserhead-y Heart of Karl.So
yes, if you didn't catch "Tapas," you definitely missed out. But BUFF
still has plenty of short-film showcases left up its sleeve, all screening at the Kendall. Get a rundown with highlights, after the jump.
As foreshadowed by Brodeur yesterday, Metallica did indeed show up for a semi-secret gig at Stubbs BBQ. Below, video from PHX HQ, overlooking the mayhem. After the jump: video from inside Stubbs.
ThePhoenix.com/SXSW: Daily video, Twittering, blog overload
I'm at "that" age, where my friends are pairing off, two by blissfully wedded two, and as a result I've looked at more wedding porn than a girl who's not planning her own black-tie money bonfire should have to.
And then I found this.
Suddenly, I feel a little bit better about the upcoming wedding season. But, frankly, would feel even better if I had any hope of attending a ceremony where a bride and groom cut into this:
I can safely say that until this week I had never been to a book signing or anything to do with a book-related event at a bar. But Craig M. Mullaney (not Craig Mullaney, that's an entirely different person I found out by emailing the wrong person) is not your average author, he's not really your average anything.
Back in 2007 I saw a band named Antiques play P.A.’s Lounge in Somerville. At that show, the only people to show up were me, my four friends, and maybe two other people. It’s not exactly an anomaly for a band to find themselves playing to an empty room at that place. But in this situation it was so painfully obvious to everyone in attendance that this band clearly should have been playing to a packed club and not six clowns such as ourselves. They were that good. So then and there I decided that I had to write an article about them, one that would put these boys into the spotlight they so richly deserved. And I did. The article was called “Dynamic Duo” and it was in the “Music and Clubs” section of the paper. It, of course, made the band stars, just as Jon Landau’s piece in The Real Paper (!) catapulted Bruce Springsteen to stardom back in ‘74. Now the Antiques name is familiar in every living room across this fine nation. And as a result, the two main members of the band, drummer Tim Griffiths and singer/guitarist Steve Vallarelli, have a huge house out in Northern California right next to Tom Waits’s abode, where they have since taken to filming a reality show, about what it’s like for two bandmates to live and make music together, with Tom Waits as their neighbor. The conceit is not all that interesting right off. The juicy bit is this: Steve is married and his wife lives with them! It’s really kooky, take my word. Sometimes they invite me out to Cali to have a smoke and a chat. They of course pay for my plane ticket. It’s very nice, indeed.
Everything that comes after the word “It” in the eighth sentence of that last graph is false. But in a decent world, it would all be true, except for the reality show part, which was me going a little overboard. What happened after the article ran is much more mundane, but that’s okay. The bandmembers are still in Massachusetts, living in the same houses they were living when I met them, as far as I know. Steve is still in law school, as far as I know. There is no reality show, as far as I know. And the band is still killing it in the same clubs they were killing it in last year, that much I know for sure.
We recently chatted with Tim Griffiths by phone, who was in Michigan visiting his dad, about a show the band is playing on Monday night at Charlie's Kitchen and a new album coming out called No Fortune.
The California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation released this photo of inmate Charles Manson that they took yesterday.
It could not be more perfect that Idris Elba, who so memorably portrayed Stringer Bell on The Wire for three seasons, will be starting his arc as the new suit from Dunder Mifflin's corporate headquarters tonight. After all, Stringer Bell went to business school, founded a co-op for Baltimore's drug dealers, and conducted meetings according to Robert's Rules of Order.
The Greed-off Continues: Citibank takes AIG’s CEO bonuses and raises it one office space. Canada, You Can Keep Him: Dubya gets his groove on in Ontario, jokes about housing crisis. A Bad Week for Cats: First, there’s this creepy lady. Then, there’s recently jailed Project Runway loser Kenley Collins, who allegedly used a cat, among other things, to attack her ex.
In light of Natasha Richardson's death, I got to thinking of Sonny Bono and Michael Kennedy and started wondering, how many famous people have died while skiing? Seems like quite a few. That makes me nervous about skiing myself, but whatchoogonnado? Here's a list of famous people who have, tragically, died on the slopes in the last 15 years: