24 September 2007

Power moves


Muhahahahahahahhahahaahaha!

GQ describes itself as “the definitive guide to fashion and grooming,” but also has a history of carrying groundbreaking reporting and long-form writing.

Early this summer, Hillary's campaign learned that GQ was cooking up a story about infighting inside the walls of Hillaryland.

So Clinton’s aides pulled a page from the book of Hollywood publicists and offered GQ a stark choice: Kill the Hillary piece, or lose access to planned celebrity coverboy Bill Clinton.

Bill is/was slated to appear on the cover of GQ’s December issue, in which it traditionally names a “Man of the Year”.

Power move.

GQ editor Jim Nelson met the Clinton campaign’s demands and the offending article by Atlantic Monthly staff writer Josh Green was trashed.

Nelson said: “I don’t really get into the inner workings of the magazine, but I can tell you that yes, we did kill a Hillary piece. We kill pieces all the time for a variety of reasons.” Surrrrre!

The altercation with GQ opens a curtain on the Clinton campaign’s hard-nosed media strategy, which is far closer in its unromantic view of the press to the campaigns of George W. Bush than to that of Bill Clinton’s free-wheeling 1992 campaign.

The spiked GQ story also shows how the Clinton campaign has been able to use its access to the most important commodity in media — celebrity, and in fact two bona fide celebrities — to shape not just what gets written about the candidate, but also what doesn’t.

There’s nothing unusual about providing extra access to candidates to reporters seen as sympathetic, and cutting off those seen as hostile to a campaign. The 2004 Bush campaign banned a Times reporter from Dick Cheney’s jet, and Barack Obama briefly barred Fox News’s Carl Cameron from campaign travel.

But a retreat of the sort GQ is alleged to have made is unusual, particularly as part of what sources described as a barely veiled transaction of editorial leverage for access.

The Clinton campaign is unique in its ability to provide cash value to the media, and particularly the celebrity-driven precincts of television and magazines. Bill Clinton is a favourite cover figure, because his face is viewed within the magazine industry as one that can move product.

It’s a fact that gives the Clintons’ press aides a leverage more familiar to Hollywood publicists than even to her political rivals — less Mitt Romney and more Tom Cruise, whose publicists once required interviewers to sign a statement pledging not to write anything “derogatory” about the star.

The Clinton campaign has more sway with television networks than any rival. At the time Clinton launched her campaign, the networks’ hunger for interviews had her all over the morning and evening news broadcasts of every network — after her aides negotiated agreements limiting producers’ abilities to edit the interviews.

This past weekend, she pulled off another rare feat — sitting for interviews with all the major Sunday talk shows. In most cases, the Sunday shows will reject guests who have appeared on competing shows. Clinton’s team is also unusually aggressive in moving to smother potentially damaging storylines, as last spring when Wolfson and other aides took aim at an unflattering book by writers Jeff Gerth and Don Van Natta Jr.

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"The Cowcatcher"






In railroading, the "cowcatcher" is the broom-like device mounted at the front of a locomotive to deflect obstacles from the track that might otherwise derail the train. Its now more commonly known as the "pilot"

Cowcatcher is still the common layman's usage, but this term is deprecated and has not been used by railroad workers for more than a century.

The device itself was invented by Charles Babbage in the 19th century, during his period of working for the Liverpool and Manchester Railway.

On a road locomotive, the cowcatcher has to successfully deflect an obstacle hit at speed; the ideal is to push it upwards and sideways out of the way. The locomotive should not lift on impact or the train will follow, and the ideal is for a fairly smooth structure so that the locomotive will not get caught and pulled sideways off the track either.

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The typical shape is a blunt wedge that is shallowly V-shaped in plan. In the later days of steam locomotives, the front coupler was designed to swing out of the way also, so it could not get caught up; this was called a drop coupler pilot.



Early on, pilots were normally fabricated of bars mounted on a frame; later on, sheet metal pilots were often used for their additional smoothness, and some cast steel cowcatchers were employed for their mass and smooth shape. Early diesel locomotives followed the same plan.



Slower speed locomotives often had a cowcatcher with steps on it to allow yard workers to ride on the locomotive; these were called footboard pilots. Footboard pilots were outlawed for safety reasons in the 1960s and were removed. Modern locomotives often have front and rear platforms with safety rails where workers can ride.



Modern diesel locomotives have flatter, less wedge shaped pilots; this is because a diesel locomotive has the cab near the front, and the crew are vulnerable to impact from obstacles pushed up by the pilot. Indeed, most are fitted with a device known as an anticlimber above the coupler to prevent struck objects from travelling up over the frame and through the cab area.

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Notorious B.I.G. Zapruder film surfaces


Out of nowhere this video has surfaced, some 10 years after BIG was shot and killed March 9th 1997 outside the Peterson Automotive Museum in LA.

Biggie was in California to promote his upcoming album and shoot a vid for "Hypnotize".

Life After Death was scheduled for release on March 25. On March 8 BIG presented an award at the 11th Annual Soul Train Music Awards in Los Angeles and was booed by some of the audience.

After that Biggie attended an after party hosted by Vibe magazine and Qwest Records at the Peterson Automotive Museum in Los Angeles. Other guests included Faith Evans, Puffy Diddo and members of the Bloods and Crips.

At 12:30 a.m., March 9, Biggie left with his entourage in two GMC Suburbans to return to his hotel after an announcement was made that the party would finish early. Biggie traveled in the front passenger seat alongside his associates, Damion "D-Rock" Butler, Junior M.A.F.I.A. member Lil' Cease and driver, Gregory "G-Money" Young. Combs traveled in the other vehicle with three bodyguards. The two trucks were trailed by a Chevrolet Blazer carrying Bad Boy's director of security.

By 12:45 a.m. the streets were crowded with people leaving the event. Biggie's truck stopped at a red light 50 yards from the museum. While waiting for the light to change, a white Toyota Land Cruiser made a U-turn and cut in-between Biggie's vehicle and the Chevrolet Blazer behind.

Simultaneously, a black Chevrolet Impala pulled up alongside Biggie's truck. The driver of the Impala - a black dude neatly dressed in a blue suit and bow tie - rolled down his window, drew a 9mm blue-steel pistol and shot numerous rounds into the GMC Suburban; four bullets hit Biggie in the chest.

Biggie was rushed to Cedars-Sinai by his entourage but was pronounced dead at 1:15 a.m. March 9, 1997.

I have no doubt this footage is real but the gunshots and the sirens are totally fake. It seems like someone just amped up and doctored some old footage. I think I have those exact sirens and gunshots on a sound effects CD somewhere.

Either way, its creepy to see the moments before it happened... 10 years ago.

It looks like Puff Diddo (white shirt, black fedora) stops and talks to the guy in the black Impala just before the shooting. Puff's truck was first, BIG was right behind him. When the trucks hit the red light, the Impala pulls up and fires on BIG's truck.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwXWbbTTIE8

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Coffee as an accessory; the coffee cult of personality

the sun will rise and set on the land of Venti Java Mint Chip Frappuccinos



















I'm not 16 anymore; I'm not raging against the machine. I can appreciate / understand Starbucks turning coffee into a cult of personality and making bank doing it; simple genius. Don't hate on it just because you didn't think of it first... and Peet's did!

Starbucks took the quasi-intellectual sweater vest granola poetry coffee haus and turned it into an absolute necessity; a brand now tightly woven into modern lexicon of assumed and disposable decadence.

I just think its insane people wait on line for coffee; LONG lines, at 9 AM, they wait and the coffee isn't really all that great.

The coffee and the quality of the coffee itself has been eclipsed by Starbucks itself and their manufactured Starbucks cult of personality.

I'd bet 8 out of 10 people in the city wouldn't drink Starbucks if it came in an indecipherable paper cup; its not the coffee they love, its the ritual; the distinction; the status; the elite. It has gotta be as many parts that bullshit as it is the coffee itself.

People walk around NURSING these iced coffee drinks because they are fucking accessories; they chew on those green straws like babies gumming their bottle nipples.


Is this Brandenburg Gate? Why no, its the Starbucks Headquarters in Seattle... look at those evil mermaid eyes in the sky. Creepy!

Starbucks, in its unimaginable perspicacity, has turned coffee into the hot new handbag; the new dress; the hot new shoes; its coffee as an accessory, not simply a beverage.

You roam the streets of our fair city with that Seattle green mermaid emblem and it means you're DOWN with New York; you're DOWN with the coffee cult of personality; you KNOW whats up and you can AFFORD it; basically, you've arrived and you've GOT IT LIKE THAT.




Stalin!

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AT&T and Apple sitting in a tree...



Back in the frontier days of touring before cellphones and email, we had these things we called "dialers". If you were in a band, on tour back in 96, 97, 98, at least one dude in the band had one of these things. It was essential on those early tours.

Radio Shack had some fairly inane invention where you could store your phone numbers in this little electronic "black book" which was about the size of a calculator.

You'd store your numbers so when you wanted to call someone, you just searched their name, put the dialer up to the receiver and it would play the tone of the number; allowing you to place the call without ever having to dial or remember the number you were calling.

Thinking back, we were really banging our heads into walls back then before the cellphone became as omnipresent as it is today.



So some friends of ours, those who would eventually become engineers, electricians or computer wizards, knew how to hack these Radio Shack memory dialers so that they could emulate the tones used by the phone company to signal the payment of a quarter. It had something to do with replacing the memory crystal with a 6.5 mHz crystal. I have no idea how it was done. I'd just buy the dialers, give my friend $20 and he'd give it back to me all set up.

So every time you put a quarter in the phone it would make a very specific staccato tone; if you had something that played this precise staccato tone into your receiver, the phone would think you were entering a quarter every time.

So you'd dial the number, and it would tell you "Please deposit such-and-such for 5 minutes" and you'd just press the tone button as many times as you need quarters; one tone was one quarter. It was genius and a real lifesaver on those early tours before Map Quest and all that shit.

But guess who came up with this dialer thing? Guess who realised if you emulated those tones, you could make free calls?

Motherfuckin' Steve Jobs invented that shit back in 1971, after reading an article in Esquire Magazine.

Back in 1971, Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak (the founders of Apple) went into business to build "blue boxes" (I guess thats what they were called out West, out here we just knew them as "dialers"). The device allowed you to make free illegitimate phone calls by faking the signals used by AT&T.

And now AT&T just so happens to be Apple’s exclusive network carrier for the iPhones. Remember? Hmmmm.

From Wikipedia:
An early phreaking tool, the blue box is an electronic device that simulates a telephone operator’s dialing console. It functions by replicating the tones used to switch long-distance calls and using them to route the user’s own call, bypassing he normal switching mechanism. The most typical use of a blue box was to place free telephone calls - inversely, the Black Box enabled one to receive calls which were free to the caller. The blue box no longer works in most western nations, as modern switching systems are now digital and no longer use the in-band signaling which the blue box emulates. Instead, signaling occurs on an out-of-band channel which cannot be accessed from the line the caller is using (called Common Channel Interoffice Signaling (CCIS)).


The Apple Founders not only built the devices, but Steve Jobs also sold them to other students at Berkeley. Allegedly they demonstrate the product by making prank calls.



So if Steve Jobs is a true visionary, he is the man who sees the future, why would he go behind his fellow hackers to stop them from unlocking iPhone? Evidently, iPhone unlocking is in Apple’s interest.

Apple’s core business is hardware and it relies on the sales of its products. The iPhone is gateway for Apple like iPod, which will help them to increase in brand popularity and more hardware sales.

Apple needed a carrier to launch iPhone and they signed up with AT&T with an undisclosed revenue sharing deal. The revenue generated from AT&T subscriptions won’t be a significant amount compared to the revenue from hardware sales.

It is AT&T who is more worried about iPhone hackers, not Apple. That’s why AT&T lawyers went knocking on the doors of iPhone hackers while Apple took a “neutral” stance on the unlocking issue. Unlocking a cell phone is legal and not a violation of laws.

Apple can’t stop anyone from unlocking any a cell phone. But, it is obliged to make iPhone as “unhackable” as possible because of the exclusivity deal with AT&T. At a recent Apple event in London, Jobs tactfully acknowledged with his statement “It’s a cat-and-mouse game”. It is evident that Apple is in the ‘mouse’ position in current scenario and they are ready with a new firmwire version which will lock the iPhones again to make AT&T and O2 happy.

We know there is no such thing as “unhackable”. Sooner or later, iPhone hackers will be able to hack and supply an upgrade version of their software to unlock the newer firmware versions. The cat-and-mouse game will continue, customers with unlocked iPhones will be able to upgrade with the newer version of firmware once the updated unlock solution comes out.

This site/page is amazing, give it a spin.


the east coast dialer a/k/a "red box"
circa 1997

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The Carnies are coming! The Carnies are coming!















So now that the San Gennaro is sadly over and all the deep fried Oreo oil has been carted off, the powdered sugar packed away and the goldfish in their plastic bags swim another day, the Carnies are packing up, too; soldering on heading due South to Bay Ridge for next weekend's 3rd Avenue Festival.

Coincidentally, Gawker sat down with a few of the Carnies and asked them where they were headed next.



















I love you



Honey, wouldn't a 68 Χ 94 oil painting of Joe Gannascoli look amazing over the mantle? OH MY GOD, THERE IT IS!


























total carnie

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8-bit suicide


Wasn't that always one of the first things you did as a kid? After you became bored playing the same shit, you'd start a new game to just see if you could throw yourself off ledges and find ways to kill yourself on purpose. Our first taste of suicide? Hmmm. There may be a real article in here somewhere but let's not go looking for that now, K?

I was never all that into video games, I never had the attention span, the skill or the patience. So the video game suicide urges usually came after only a few games; after I'd set it on 2 player and just leave the other control dead for a few games, I'd decide "OK, now I'm just gonna climb this ladder and try and jump off it" or "now I'm just gonna jump from that ledge to this bridge and I know I'll never make it".

The peculiar curiosity of death; vicariously living, or should I say dying, through your little 8-bit self.

Even years and years later, as a late 20-something on tour in Europe, after playing Tekken 3 for an hour, we'd have a suicide match just to see if we could beat the other player off the roof where he'd fall to meet his untimely doom.



So I guess now theres a game that capitalises on this suicide phenom/fantasy. Theres a new interactive snuff film called Pain.

The game, which will be released this fall for the PlayStation 3, has a simple premise: Using a giant slingshot, inflict as much damage as possible on your character. Fling him into the sky or slam him against a bus. Send him sprawling across a busy city skyline and onto the hoods of passing cars. The more creative the death, the better. Pain will even reportedly include an option for a kind of suicidal H-O-R-S-E, wherein players attempt to mimic each other's onscreen disasters.

It's probably genius, and the game has already garnered a good deal of attention. The company is simply riffing off a decades-old impulse, one that dates back to the earliest days of gaming. What'll happen if my car goes flying off the track? How about when Mario falls into the fire pit? From the first NES console to modern shooters, we've always used self-destruction to push at the edges of our favourite video games.

Click here for a slide-show history of video game masochism from Slate.

Screen shots from PAIN



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No-Spin Zone My Balls

This past week FOX News obsessed about the MoveOn.org advert story and covered O.J. Simpson's latest rendez-vous the law, but there was much more going on which impacted the 172,000 troops our country has stationed in Iraq.

In my opinion, FOX News used both stories to avoid reporting what was going on in that war-torn country.

U.S. troops in Iraq found out that they will not be getting a year off between deployments because Republicans in the Senate voted down a measure that Senators Jim Webb and Chuck Hagel had proposed which would have insured all soldiers are given a year off between deployments to Iraq.

That was just one example of what was taking place in Iraq last week.

There were other events tied to the war in Iraq that went virtually unnoticed - stories that were relegated to the back burner or just not covered in the MoveOn-O.J. media blitz:

1) 7 U.S. soldiers were killed in Iraq
2) Three-fourths of all Iraqis claim the "surge" is not working
3) Over 9 BILLION dollars of U.S. taxpayer money is missing in Iraq
4) There has been an uptick in the number of soldiers suffering from brain problems due to the war in Iraq
5) A new poll indicates one million Iraqis have died since the U.S. invaded and occupied Iraq
6) The CBO (Congressional Budget Office) projects the U.S. will be in Iraq for decades at a cost in the trillions of dollars.

Our country has 172,000 young men and women serving in the military in Iraq. For FOX News Channel to engage in media overkill of the O.J. robbery and fake outrage because MoveOn exercised its constitutional right of free speech is a slap in the face of every brave young American serving our country.

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Freeze my head; Thaw my soul.

Speaking of nitrogen...



There's a company called Alcor out in Arizona. Its a small nonprofit company built on the spectacular wager that it can rescue its patients from natural post-mortem deterioration until a distant time when cellular regeneration, nanotechnology, cloning or some other science can restart their lives, as if the diseases, heart attacks, old age, murders or accidents that concluded their first go-rounds had never happened.



The live-in customers at the Alcor Life Extension Foundation here reside in eight 10-foot-high steel tanks filled with liquid nitrogen. They are incapable of breathing, thinking, walking, riding a bike or scratching an itch. But don't refer to them as deceased.

They may be frozen at minus 320 degrees Fahrenheit and identified by prison-like numbers but to Alcor, the 67 bodies - in many cases, just severed heads - are patients who may live again if science can just figure out how to reanimate them.

So far, nobody has been revived. And there is little evidence that anybody ever will be. The first intentionally frozen man, James Bedford, is still here - 38 years after his official death and 20 years after he was moved from a storage facility where his family kept him frozen in liquid nitrogen. No one has been thawed out, except for a woman whose sister successfully sued to get the body out of deep freeze.



Alcor's most renowned frozen parts - the head and trunk of the once-mighty Ted Williams, the Boston Red Sox Hall of Famer - are in one of the gigantic tanks. He is there despite a protracted family feud that balanced his will, which stated his desire to be cremated, against a note he signed from a sickbed, which said he preferred to be frozen. The note won.

Alcor aren't the only ones fucking with cryonics but they really only have one full-service rival, the Cryonics Institute, outside Detroit, which has preserved 68 bodies so far.

The service offered by these fledgling companies is not cheap.

If you hand your head - or "neuro" - over to Alcor, it costs $80,000; if you freeze your body, the price rises to $150,000. The Cryonics Institute charges much less: $28,000 for a full body. In any case, many people who are willing to believe that their severed head can be reanimated and attached to a new body at some unknown time in the distant future are not ones to fret about costs. Alcor says nearly all the future frozen buy life insurance policies to cover their fees, and designate the company as the beneficiary.


Charlie Matthau, son of the actor Walter Matthau, who died in 2000 and had a traditional burial, says he recognizes that cryonics is on the fringe. He said he asked his rabbi for religious guidance in his decision. "People believe in the most bizarre stuff," Matthau said. "It's a long shot that probably won't work, but it beats the alternative."

The 41-year old Charlie Matthau signed up with Alcor in his late teens after reading about it in a magazine. His insurance premium, he said, "is cheaper than what I pay for parking."

Charlie tried to persuade his father to join him in the liquid nitrogen but did not succeed. His father said, "I don't want to do it because it might work and I don't want to come back as a carnival act."

To raise the comfort level with its services, Alcor offers tours of its facility to anyone wanting to take one. The tours include a visit to the operating room, though not when a medical team prepares lifeless bodies for freezing by pumping them full of chemicals to protect their insides from ice formation or by taking 15 minutes or so to saw off a head - technically a "cephalic isolation." The tours, however, do include a walk through the "patient bay," the banks of tanks full of bodies and heads.

Tanya Jones, Alcor's C.O.O., has the ready smile and willing demeanor of a hotel concierge. She wants to please, if not proselytise, you. Her head - and perhaps her whole body - will one day be preserved inside one of the tanks that dwarf her as she gives a tour.

"The people who do this are very optimistic about technology and believe life is worth living," she said calmly, but with subtle excitement in her voice. "If we can prove this works, everybody will know about us."

Proving that it will work, of course, will take time. Perhaps that proof is what is needed to build a larger customer base. So far, after 33 years in business, the nonguaranteed promise of a second life has yielded only 52 frozen heads, 15 gelid bodies and 721 warm-blooded, still-breathing, dues-paying members.


Joseph Waynick, president and CEO of the Alcor Life Extension Foundation, releasing an icy soul into the atmosphere

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Nitrogen City





For years I've wondered what those nitrogen tanks are doing hanging out on NYC corners like some sort of futuristic snowman having a cigarette break.

I rooted around a bit but seemed to find a different explanation everywhere I looked - cooling telecommunication lines; cooling electric transformers; preventing corrosion of copper lines; identifying leaks in sewage pipes; plugging leaks, and so on.



Alas, while I can not reveal my sources, I've learned the nitrogen is used to keep moisture out of telecom cables. The tanks slowly push the gas into the copper phone lines, keeping them somewhat dry. The tanks are replaced every couple of days and they aren't dangerous, though they look it. Apparently they've been nailed by cars a few times and held together fine and didn't blow up Manhattan.



Another reason to love New York; there can be two or three giant nitrogen gas tanks on every corner and we think nothing of it.

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Back in the saddle

Took a trip down to Baltimore this weekend to visit my good friend Double R. I hadn't gone on a road trip in a while. After a dozen years globe trotting like a desperado, my feet have been firmly planted in Brooklyn for the past few months. I'd forgotten what its like to walk into a rest stop covered in tattoos; in some places, people still gawk, point, grab their children and recoil in horror.

Double R lives in this wonderful little neighbourhood called Seton Hill, which was once known as Baltimore’s French Quarter.

Seton Hill is approximately ten blocks north of Camden Yards and the University of Maryland...


And it's very Euro; lots of cobblestones, little Dutch-looking rowhouses, gothic revival architecture, crunchy October leaves in September fallen from shady trees which canopy St. Mary's Street and the majority of the homes standing today, which date from the early 1800’s, were built in the Federal or Victorian architectural style of 19th Century row houses.

It's all quite quaint and placid, nestled in the shadow of St. Mary’s Seminary. Some homes still show evidence of secret underground tunnels connecting with the old seminary building and used to transport food from the kitchens and believed later to be part of the Underground Railroad.

I'll always have a soft spot for Havre de Grace but I must admit I fell in love with Seton Hill and we barely even left the house.

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Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?


The great mime Marcel Marceau has died.

Marceau's signature style - the white face with clownish eyes, the striped pullover, baggy pants, and flower-trimmed top hat - grew out of the tradition of the 19th-century harlequin. That tradition, in turn, had its roots in Italian commedia dell'arte, with its stock characters and broad physical comedy. Some of Mr. Marceau's work, particularly the longer pieces he performed with his company, also showed the influence of such diverse theatrical traditions as the masks of ancient Greece and the stylized movements of Japanese Noh performers. But his cinematically concise gestures, Mr. Marceau said, were inspired in part by his childhood idols, Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin.

He was 84.

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21 September 2007

I've said before I loathe "adult cartoon" shows. Simpsons should've ended years ago and I never got into any of that Adult Swim shit with the chocolate shake and the french fries or whatever the fuck Æon Flux or some shit. But Family Guy I'll watch if someone puts it on and someone always puts it on. The writing is so subtle and sublime and clever; shits tight, son.


Best of family guy

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Taxi Flower Power

Taxis have been in the news a lot lately because they keep blowing up. But recently a few of my dear friends have asked me what the deal was with all these taxis with flowers painted all over them; I'm honoured that they asked me. So, I'll try my best to explain what its all about because I don't really get it either. In fact, the whole story is so fucking sweet and sad, it makes me sick.



First time I saw the flowiz, I thought they were actually hand painted on the cab itself alas its actually a decal and there are a few different decals - 6 kinds to be exact. They were all painted by kids from the city’s public schools and hospitals, and a small fraction were painted by children in New Jersey, Philadelphia, Atlanta, Cleveland and Los Angeles.

The whole thing is called "Garden in Transit" and it was put together by a nonprofit group called Portraits of Hope.

The project was intended to provide creative therapy for seriously ill and disabled children, but has expanded to include children and adults participating through schools, after-school programs, hospitals and nonprofit groups.

The cabs aren't the first thing actually, they've decorated blimps, buildings, tugboats, airplanes and race cars; the taxicabs are simply the group’s latest effort. But before this, no one had any idea about this shit.

Bernie Massey, the co-founder of Portraits of Hope, said the flowers were chosen for the project because children everywhere — including the hospital wards the brothers visited — draw them. “It’s the one universal symbol of hope, beauty, life, joy, inspiration,” he said.

Ed Massey, the other founder, came up with the idea 7 years ago in the spring of 2000, and after preliminary meetings with the TLC, Bernie Massey, his older brother, led a team in developing educational and civic engagement elements for the project.

The taxi commission and Bloomberg unanimously agreed to support the project in July 2006.

The cab owners and drivers do not have to pay for the flower patterns, and participation is voluntary. The vinyl flowers do not damage the cabs and are easily removed.

The organisers hoped to get a majority of the city’s 13,000 yellow cabs to participate. Each cab can accommodate two or three panels; each panel has one to five flowers on it. About 27,600 panels have been painted, enough for each cab to have two.

Garden in Transit is a privately financed effort that has included about $1.5 million in cash donations so far.

I dunno, I still don't get it but they're beautiful to look at.

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Dude from System Of A Down beat up the dude from Mastodon

Last week we reported Mastodon's Brent Hinds had gotten served after the VMA's by some dude. Turns out it wasn't Captain Ahab but Shavo Odadjian. Who? Oh, the zany diminutive bass player from System Of A Down.















From Las Vegas Weekly:

"Although System of a Down have been on indefinite hiatus since May 2006, Shavo Odadjian was apparently in town to support longtime bandmate singer Serj Tankian, who joined the Foo Fighters for a rendering of the Dead Kennedys classic “Holiday in Cambodia.”

According to the police report, tensions ran high after Hinds began drunkenly “annoying” Odadjian and Hudson inside the Palms following the conclusion of the VMAs."

According to a Metro police report, the September 10 fight that landed Mastodon frontman Brent Hinds in University Medical Center’s intensive care unit with brain hemorrhaging, a broken nose and two black eyes began as a skirmish between Hinds and Shavo Odadjian, bassist for multiplatinum metal band System of a Down.

According to the police report—based on firsthand accounts and corroborated by hotel-security video footage—an inebriated Hinds was leaving Mandalay Bay around 3 a.m. when he encountered Odadjian and musician William Hudson at the hotel’s west valet area.



Hinds took off his shirt and hit Odadjian with it, then struck Hudson in both the face and chest, prompting Odadjian to advise Hinds “to relax,” several times, according to the police report.

The police report then indicates both Odadjian and Hudson punched Hinds in the face, knocking him to the ground. An unidentified friend of Hinds, who reportedly witnessed the event, rushed to the musician’s aid and apologised to Odadjian and Hudson, saying Hinds was “just drunk,” according to the police report. Odadjian and Hudson were both questioned by police on the scene.

No charges had been filed at press time, though the police report lists Hudson as a “suspect,” facing a possible charge of “battery with substantial bodily harm.” The police report lists Odadjian as a “witness.”

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Park(ing) Day





I'm very sorry folks, but this is fucking retarded.



Apparently today couldn't just be the beautiful DEATH of summer, we now have to share September 21st with goddamn National Park(ing) Day... a day where the granolas come out in full force to turn a few wonderful, hard-to-find parking spots into little "hey, look at us!" patches of grass. In a word, this is just dumb.

National Park(ing) Day is a "series of public art projects nationwide to celebrate parks and promote the need for more parks in America's cities."

"National Park(ing) Day is an opportunity to reclaim public parking spaces for parks and open spaces - places for people to enjoy.

The quality of our daily experience is only enhanced by often neglected necessities like parks, playgrounds, and gardens - places that get us in touch with nature, with each other, and with ourselves. "
Hmmmm. OK, but these are cities. LA and New York City aren't exactly known for their lush greenery. You want parks? Go to the fucking country. What I mean is, don't move to a big city and bitch about the lack of verdure or you'll be sitting in a parking spot on astroturf drinking a goddamn lemonade like an asshole.


hi, we're retarded.

Also, lets talk about all the gas I'll be wasting and all the air I'll be-a pollutin' rootin' around looking for a spot now that half of them are parks! Are we thinking about that, fellas?

And this ish is going down from Manhattan to Manchester, from Rio to Wisconsin!! I'm sorry, its cute, but its just silly and will actually make for more pollution.

I'd love to see a desperate SUV'er barrel into one of these "parks" in reverse, not even realising there were people sitting there eating their curds and whey. Now THAT would be awesome!

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We ♥ Our Customers

If you'd asked me yesterday I'd have told you the miracle of life is rice pudding, but today its a nice, pressed, heavily starched shirt.



An open letter to my dry-cleaner on 86th street:

Sir, I've had five or six shirts being held hostage by you going on 2 weeks now. You are never open and I need my goddamn shirts!

Sign says you're open til 7 o'clock everyday. Dudes don't get home from work til 7 pal, and who the fuck do u think needs their dry cleaning done?!

NBC 4 wised up and put a newscast on at the 7 o'clock slot because hardly anyone is home from work by 6pm much less 5pm!

I go by your store as soon as I get home and it looks like you've been closed for hours already. Gone. Done. Gates up. Lights off. What the fuck are you doing in there? You got bored? Went home? I need my shirts, you fuck!

I'm coming there today after work, and if you ain't open, there's gonna be beef because I'll be away all weekend and you're closed on Sunday.

Don't make me roll up the sleeves on my French blue Wall Street power shirt!

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"Mixed emotions, buddy. Like Larry Wildman going off a cliff in my new Maserati."

Sure, Tuesday’s Trader Monthly “30 Under 30” party in New York was a hot invite, with over 800 attendees, but one shudders at the length Timothy Sykes, up-and-comer turned trading laughingstock, went to try to get in.

Sykes, who was on last year’s “30 Under 30” list, tried painfully to brand himself as a financial expert and bon vivant, while his small hedge fund began losing money with uncanny monthly regularity.

de Gawker: Tim Sykes, the the butler-having star of 'Wall Street Warriors', has fallen on some very hard times. He says that, due to investment in illiquid stocks, he is "unable to raise any money, unable to take any trading risk so all I can do is take advantage of my publicity efforts and turn that into my new career."

Sykes is now a reporter for TheStreet.com and he does some ish with MSN Money.

Behold the Timothy Sykes grovel chain: This all comes from Tim's email correspondence with Trader Monthly who banned him from their big party this week.

In return, he offered them five great reasons why he should be reinvited! You see, he's now a financial expert in the media—even though his hedge fund bit it!

Once again, alllllll abooooaaaardd the Timothy Sykes grovel train:

"1. Rachel and I talked / emailed last week about me coming and she was fine with it,so I made plans to meet up with nearly a dozen friends. Some of these people I haven't seen in a very long time and we've been talking all weekend about what we'll do after the party. For me to bail on them at the last second would be extremely rude.

2. I will have no cameras and will not be covering the party for my new jobs as reporter for TheStreet.com (I'll be starting as a writer in a few weeks) and MSN Money (I am their goto video guy). I'll be low-key, really.

3. I invited 2 female friends who went out and bought new dresses for this event. I don't know how to explain it to them that I can't attend with them.

4. While you guys seem to think 'I've made a mockery of the list' with my eccentric behavior, other media outlets now recognize me as a finance expert / personality. Sure I have an ego, but my position is backed by CNBC (7 appearances since the beginning of the year), CNN (I debated greed with the most powerful religious leaders last month), FOX (I was on Cavuto on July 4th), Oprah and Friends Radio (they loved my book and are having me on in a few weeks), Young Money (I will be their cover story for their October issue, Penthouse (I will have a feature story in their Christmas issue), and Wiley (they offered me a $35k advance for my book).

5. You guys are took a pretty good shot at me in this latest issue so even if you really believe I somehow embarrassed you last year, I consider us even. "

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Now that my blog has turned into a celeb gossip e-rag, what better time for some celebrity birthdays!!! Oooh, maybe later we'll do some horoscopes!


Nicole Richieface is 26 today.




Douchey-douche Liam Gallagher turns 35.


my boy Leonard Cohen is 73.

Stephen King, Dave Coulier and Bill Murray all turn a year older today, too.

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"I Won't Stick Any of You Unless and Until I Can Stick All of You!"
























So word on at my local OTB is Kim KardASShian is going to be in Playboy... yeah and?

Well, now it looks like she's also going to be Miss December and her pics will bare more than originally planned, but still not much at all, considering...

We're hearing The Ass will flash a boob, and her bare butt. But that's it!

The lawyers daughter is getting a goddamn 12-page spread, one of the biggest spreads Playboy has done in a very long time, and she's only gonna show us a rogue boob and a single butt cheek? Yo, what the F?!

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