Do you remember doing arts and crafts back in elementary school, and the teacher would give you a handful of colored pipe cleaners and you were supposed to make art out of them? I think I used to make stick people or stick dogs or a stick house, just meaningless crap, really. Continue reading The Pipe Cleaner Art of Don Porcella→
I once owned a pair of plain, no-frills, black leather Nike sneakers, and they were pretty cool. I wore them until they disintegrated off my feet. You can’t even buy regular Nike’s anymore. Now they all look like this. Rad.
Backstory: It’s not always easy to lure me out of the Chickpad on a weeknight, but just last evening I hopped the M21 bus to Houston and Elizabeth Street to hang out at a listening party for the new album by some band called Motion City Soundtrack — a group of unwashed-looking guys pushing thirty who sing songs about what it’s like to be 15 years old and have “problems.” Aside from the fact that the party was held in a place where you have to make an appointment to custom design your own over-priced Nike sneakers, attendees were promised an “open bar” and snacks, so it really could have been any crappy band and I would have been there, because free food is free food. Continue reading Worst TV Show Ever: Hey Paula→