“Brooklyn” should not be used as an adjective. As in, “Her style is pretty Brooklyn.” Does she dress like a Polish grandmother from Greenpoint or a teenager from East New York? Be more specific.
Exceptions: You may refer to yourself as “so Brooklyn” if you are Jay-Z.
I read Shoplifting From American Apparel last night. I bought it at the Strand. I like the Strand. I read a few pages and thought, “This is like All the Sad Young Literary Men if Keith Gessen had Asperger syndrome.” I thought about “blogging” that. Then I wondered if that was “offensive” to people with Asperger syndrome. I read more pages. I thought, “This is not like All the Sad Young Literary Men at all.” I wondered if this book had a “point.”
I read more pages. I felt sad for the “detached” characters. I thought maybe Tao Lin would “tie it all together” at the end and it would be a “good book.”
That did not happen. I read the last page. I thought, “What is this ‘bullshit’? I don’t ‘get it.’”
Hamsters. Gchat. Vegan food.
THE END.
PS- BRET EASTON ELLIS.
“Salary: Unpaid.” Fuck you.
WiFi Etiquette, Manna
I saw Shadowbox at Matchless Friday night (Jay was DJing later on) and I enjoyed her use of lights/fog machine, even if the music wasn’t really my thing. I wish I had a better reference point but: you might like this if you like Lady Gaga?
Lost Boy also played—it’s kind of poppy music played by a bunch of guys in sweaters, so you know if that’s your thing. (They covered Pavement’s “Cut Your Hair” and it sounded just like the original, which was a little too on-the-nose for me but other people liked it).
I didn’t really get to see Twin Sister, but they had the place packed.
Also, someone requested Huey Lewis and the News that night. I thought you should know.
