NYC, Part Deux

Don’t feed the ego.

Hipster Land

i’m knee deep in hipsters and the like (can you spot the Alec?):

The Power of the Internet

Should such prognosis’ be capitalized? Anyhow, I have deluged the adolescent minds with my thoughts, and more importantly, my seed:

MySpace and of course Facebook

Weekends + Shoot A Live Black Man

This weekend I went to the all and mighty NEW YORK CITY. The main spectacle of the weekend was a trip to Coney Island.

First off, Coney Island is a dirty ass place — a cheap ‘beach’ (gravel and syrienges) and amusement park for city residents to go to on the weekends. There is a plethora of gold chains, tight undershirts, and other humans and animals that may be described as ‘litter’. There was also a Village Voice sponsored concert, so emo kids were in abundance.

There are random events and rides all over. It’s a hodge podge of games and rides with wave after wave of human traffic. But the best and most bewildering game was advertised as ‘SHOOT A LIVE HUMAN’ (others report this as shoot the freak), and sure enough, you could shoot a REAL HUMAN with paintballs. This freak turns out to be a black guy wearing numerous jock straps that darts back and forth between obstacles.

Other events included a trip to the Native American Museum in lieu of a visit to the completely crowded Ellis Island / Statue of Liberty ferry. We also saw Scanner Darkly, and prepared to be subdued in mediocrity (save for Robert Downey & Woody Harrilson). All in all, it was another wonderful weekend spent in the Big Apple.

I’m also pondering doing the Chap Olympics (these are the best photos ever, I’m convinced!).

NY Times, still no way