Party like it's 1964 at Noir's Mad Men premiere bash. There's no cover.
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"Rubber Biscuit Comedy Revue" | With Josh Gondelman, Maria Ciampa, Sameer Naseem, and Matt Kona | House of Blues Front Room, 15 Lansdowne St, Boston | July 22 @ 9 pm | 888.
Green was the order of the evening last night when football
-- the world version -- returned to Fenway Park for the first time in 42 years.
Not just because the basepaths had been turfed over as part of the pitch, or
because the Green Monster was looking down on the proceedings, but because the
two European sides taking part in the contest -- Glasgow's Celtic FC and
Lisbon's Sporting Clube de Portugal -- both have green as their predominant team
Oh, Brit Brit. We knew you were cuckoo bananas back when you first started traipsing around gas stations in your bare tootsies and dating men with chin strap facial hair (not to mention the whole shaving your dome and undergoing a severe mental break thing, but who needs to revisit that just as you're ostensibly getting your act together?) but, somehow, this tops all.
As Greater Boston commuters may have seen, the Metro ran the Bridget the Midget story on page one this morning. I don't blame them; any time a police officer gets busted for vacating duty in order to snap Facebook pics with porn stars, it's a definite contender for prime real estate.
Over on Morrissey Boulevard, though, Globe editors had something much sexier to run with.
Don’t pretend you haven’t seen it. Last week, Psychotic Records released an online teaser video for the 11th annual Gathering of the Juggalos, sparking the biggest dash to YouTube since “Double Rainbow.” Clocking in at an epic, un-YouTube-like 18 minutes, and formatted like a really long movie trailer, the video depicts scenes of riotous abandon while touting the festival’s selling points: helicopter rides, midget wrestling, three days of “camaraderie, family, and love.
In recent months the Phoenix has extensively covered major shifts in the literary marketplace - first in "Holy Scrollers!" (about trend-setting e-Bibles), and soon after with our profile of Wellesley-based futurist Ray Kurzweil, whose Blio technology is soon to make a serious dent in the Kindle-and-iPad-dominated scene.
Amanda Palmer = Stephen King?
Behold the Internet's latest triumph of cultural appropriation: I Write Like.
The website, founded by a 27-year-old Russian software programmer named
Dmitry Chestnykh, is basically every wanna-be literati's
morning-mirror-self-pep-talk session: Plug in a couple paragraphs of
your best wordsmithery, and I Write Like will tell you which esteemed
author your writing most resembles.
Unlike expired daily newspaper scribes who mail in columns from the suburbs, here at the Phoenix we like to hit the block and report things. But even if we didn't want to leave the office - there's a whole lot of news popping right outside of our Brookline Ave offices (this classic In Living Color riff on Tracy Chapman comes to mind).
Word is, less than two weeks before the second season premiere, the entire cast of "Jersey Shore" is officially on strike due to some serious contract negotiation issues. Apparently, the Situation's lower abdominals are asking for twice as much as the rest of the entire cast combined. Or something. So shaken up was she, that Snookie "accidentally" posted her Blackberry BBM to her twitter account (really, how does one accidentally log on to Twitter and accidentally type in the number to their smart phone?) and the cannoli-sized starlet was immediately inundated with texts begging her to reconsider.
When he's not eating, he's reciting Eliot
If you thought that providing the material for an abject failure would bruise an ego, fear not, recovery is possible. Unfortunately, so is a rebound. Tucker Max, the man whose success at sleeping with inebriated women with low self-esteem, gave him the authority? opportunity? to write a book, is writing another.
Question for ESPN's Jason Sobel on his British Open blog around 8 this morning: "It's been at least 30 minutes without a TW mention. Is that a record?" Nothing daunted, Jason fired back, "Good point. Sorry about that. After yesterday's 73, Tom Whitehouse will tee off in a little over three hours. There. Better?"
But really, is ESPN backing away from Tiger? He teed off yesterday at 4:09 am EDT, but ESPN didn't start broadcasting from St.