It’s the first hot day of the summer
Looks like there’s gonna be thunder
I’ve been sitting here all afternoon
Watching the clouds

You can see the sky from my window
Can feel the wind and smell the rain
And I don’t see what difference it makes
If I’m a man or a woman

Liz Phair for poet laureate!

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In 2002 I lived in an apartment on East 7th St. between C and D, which is one of those magical multitude-containing East Village blocks that that, at least then, was just old tenement buildings, no prefab towers.  I hadn’t been in a lot of apartments at that point in my career of living in [...]

The Modern Lovers

The Romantics

T. Rex

Dinosaur, Jr.

Pavement

Concrete Blonde

Europe

Asia

Madness

Bad Brains

R.E.M.

Sleeper

Duran Duran

Matmos

(thanks/blame to Val)

UPDATE: Val ultimately wins forever with

The Shangri-Las

Nirvana

A character on Top Chef who Ruth and I have been calling Italo Italiano was (semi) recently tasked to create a dish with the theme of “blue” for now-former TC judge Gail’s batchelorette banquet or whatever it was.  Italo was totally stumped because apparently there is no blue food in nature.  “What about blueberries?”  No, [...]

In the airport in Amsterdam I bought British Elle for the Courtney Love interview and then when I couldn’t sleep on the 7 hour flight I read the rest of the magazine several times. This gave me plenty of time to appreciate how painfully dumb it is that magazines, whose editorial content must mention the [...]

I had thought my childhood diaries were lost and then my Mom found them!  “I’m sorry I didn’t have time to read them before packing them up and shipping them to you,” she told me.  Mom, that is absolutely okay.  Just so you know, they are pretty much exactly like Susan Sontag’s recently-published diaries, full [...]