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“It’s not tv, its NYC” should be the new mob slogan.  Soprano’s ended over 8 months ago now, but why fret when all the action packed, gumar filled, baked-ziti lovin’ mafia goodnees is just over on CNN?  Isn’t the real stuff better anyways? 

US and Italian authorities launched a massive operation against the New York and Sicilian Mafia Thursday, arresting more than 80 suspects in a sweep described as a major blow against organized crime.

Prosecutors in New York unveiled a 170-page indictment against 62 individuals detailing murder, racketeering, loan sharking, conspiracy, drugs and extortion charges for crimes going back as far as the 1970s.

The sweep netted 61 alleged members of three of the five families that run the Mafia in New York — the Gambino, Genovese, and Bonanno families. [AFP]

Pictures were released in conjunction with the statement and, just for fun, I’ve matched some of them up with their HBO dopplegangers. (Forgive me if they’re a little grainy.  I only have Paint to work with at my job.)

Uncle Junior





Patsy Parisi

Eugene (that guy that was in that one episode that hung himself by the end of it)

It’s all the fall guys that were arrested!  No Tony, no Sylvio, no Johnny Sacs, just the footsoldiers.  Of course, Junior’s in there, but he’s just for the headlines, you know?  Those tricky FBI agents. . . .


What I’ve filled my brain with so far today:

A Piano made for those design types. . . that also like construction work. [Gizmodo]

This is so practical and awesome.  Touché, internet. [Lifehacker]

I know they’re weird but, really, is protesting actually necessary in this case? [SFist]

Nerd out with me for a moment and ponder: Star Wars and the Presidential candidates. [Craigslist]

And their astrology is pretty good, too. [Huffington Post]

Ashton Kutcher is 30 now?  Scary. [PopSugar]

Project Runway.  Carry on. [Jezebel]

Speaking of project runway, isn’t Tim Gunn just the dreamiest? [Jezebel]

One of my favorite internet time wasters is cruising the Japanese tech import websites. They always offer a the best crap — and I mean crap in the sense that you really don’t need this stuff — at some ridiculously cheap prices. And I mean $2 for a plastic pig with speakers in it’s snout. Plust, they always have a “lady” section with things like facial bleach and some of the ugliest purses ever. Fascinating! Below are some of my picks.

USB Flash Bracelet

Who doesn’t like the idea of just putting your 1GB nerd-dom just right out there on your wrtist? These come in a set of four, as well. I assume for accessorizing. [$14.96, DealExtreme]

Spy Cam

So this extremely happy pig with the open arms and all, he’s got a camera in him that you can hook up to a computer and record video with. If you get one of these, you should probably film yourself. And take a long, hard look. [$15.45, Deal Extreme]

Puppies and Mice

OMG! It’s a little plastic puppy floating in water in that mouse! With his tounge sticking out! That’s gonna keep me distracted for hours. . . [$6.86, IPMart]


I already have a similar pair I got from an SF vendor but for 25x more. / Pretty, vintage-esqe, and in basic black and silver. UH-dorable. / This is the only time I’ve ever approved of dolphins on jewelry. Ever. [$ .60, $4.87, and $18.60, here, here and here]


If you’re one of those crazy people that still has a landline, you should by this. Not only is it a pretty, genie colored blue, it also has a cat (or maybe bear?) wearing overalls on it. Oh, and it can change the pitch of your voice with the flip of a switch! Perfect for all those tween girl’s sleep-over nites featuring harassing phone calls! [$10.27, Chinavasion]

image via New York Art

That’s her there in the middle, circa 1965. She’s 79 now and she’s still making art and, more specifically, covering her world with dots. That’s what she does and it’s pretty seriously fascinating. Can you tell she has OCD? Really bad. Like, she lives in a padded room. She’s been pretty crazy since she was little and calls the polka dots “infinity nets.” In the sixties she was in New York, friends with Georgia O’Keefe, a leader in protests and the avant-garde, and eventually super poor. She had to move back to Japan shortly after. And then later Superchunk wrote a song for her called “Art Class.”  I can’t find it streaming anywhere, but go listen to some classic Matador here.  She continues to put her hallucinations  on display. A force to be reckoned with, for sure. My favorite below:

The Ascension of Polkadots on the Trees, Singapore (2006)

From the director of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, my most anticipated movie for the next couple months:

. . . makes me hungry for sushi. . . from a galaxy far far away

Friday, 2/1, at Cafe du Nord

I had so much speculation leading up to the show about what it was actually going to be. The ad said “Jel and Doseone of Themselves” but Jel and Doseone are Themselves now, so was it going to be solo sets? Were they going to just be doing Themselves stuff? Both?

Dose started his set at about 10:30, and Jel came on around 11:30, and at about 12:30, Dose jumped up again and they started the Themselves set that went on until about 1:30. It was, in Ro’s words, an Anticon wet dream.
This was the first show I had seen in about 8 months at Cafe du Norde. The vibe of the audience the past couple of times I had gone had been sort of parenty. You know, people sitting at the tables and bar during the sets, like this just happens to be the place they come for a great Mojito and, what? There’s a band playing tonight? How inconvenient. This crowd was altogether completely different. People smoking, white boys thowin up signs to Dose’s rap, more white boys rapping in the crowd over Jel’s beats, hecklers, 96% douchbaggery, minimal dancing; you know, the typical Anticon crowd. Now, I’ve only been to a handful myself and Ro has much more experience treading these waters, but why do Anticon fans have to act like assholes? I mean, I don’t really think they are — you can definitely tell they put up the front — but really? It’s such a stunning contrast to (most of) the Anticon performers. Isn’t is usually the other way around? I’ve talked to Dose while dancing side by side, while he’s at the merch table, when he hold’s doors open. He’s nice. That’s it. Simple, right? And Jel is another down to earth, awesome, non-dickwad, kind of guy.

Each of their solo sets were great. Dose read a couple of poems during his set, almost cried during one of them, and had some great typical Dose-banter. He’s almost like a lounge singer in the way he breaks from the music to tell stories. Except the punch line is “This song is about pussy.”

Jel was drunk during his set and, well, drunk Jel is hilarious. “You guys like Amy Winehouse? Oh, thats right. This is San Francisco, you don’t know what you like.” Haha. He hates the SF crowds, too! He stumbled a bit during his set, but he was still mind blowing. And he definitely looks like an Allman Brother right now, so I highly recommend seeing him sooner than later.

photo via ioncinema

How much am I looking forward to seeing the directoral debut of Charlie Kaufman? It’s about the same as never having to look for a parking space again. Tremendous excitement and relief, and — oh, man! Did you know he wrote it for Spike Jonze? I guess he’s all tied up with that other movie I can’t wait to see. But both have producing credits, along with Anthony Bregman and Sidney Kimmel (who produced seven movies last year. All of which are on my netflix queue.) Throw a little P.S.H. in to the mix and, well, its almost enough to put me in an indie sugar coma.

I am the type of person who, uncatigorically, will get a cold when I feel like crap.  At every juncture where I mentally feel, well, mental, I will be cold-ridden and stomache-pained within 24 hours.  It’s the whole flip side to mind over matter.  Which is fantastic.  In that, instead of having an emotional breakdown and wanting to get fistfulls of pill from anyone willing to give (and if you are of that mind, gimme a shout) I also get ridiculous headcolds that keep me isolated in my bed, free to worry the day away about how my life is going nowhere while I’m actually going nowhere.  Lovely, right?

It’s an occurance that I think my boyfriend is just wising up to.  My text messages of “SOS panic attack in commons.  going towards the light” which at first had some sort of novelty and great wit to them are now bordering on that needy girlfriend line.  And nobody wants to knowingly be the needy girlfriend.  gross.  I might as well go cry in my pile of teddy bears.  But, we both ride the same crazy-train sometimes and its good to know that even though he’s not sick, when I mentioned over the phone for the first time that i was super sicky — in between the sneezes every 10 seconds — he countered with coo’s of “I’m sorry! You need anything?” and then, “*clears throat* You know, my throat hurts. . .”  He’s like my own little mirror sometimes.  Just, you know, more of a girl.

Anyhow, here I am, finally writing that blog I’ve been building myself up to do for ages.  Insert the word “book” into the spot “blog” and that could take care of the greater part of the past four years.  Ah, what neuroses can hold us back from even starting, eh?  It’s completely the result of a neverending circle/downward spiral that I live in right now.  My job, at which I spend the greater part of my sleeping time, allows me moments in between clattering keyboard strokes to ride the great internet wave.  That is to say, surf the Google. (I started a couple of months ago refering to anything internet with a “the” and strategically placed “interweb.”  You can imagine the friends in the stitches.)  One of the blogs I frequent for my awesomely nerdy movie updates was nominated for a bloggie and, in perusing that nomination site, I found so many more blogs that just completely took up too much more of my precious, precious time.  But having started and failed other blogs on that other blog place, and participating in that social experiment “anonymous asshole commentors” on xanga and livejournal in highschool and college respectively, I had given up on my random writing ideas and decided to take the role of passive reader.  Then I saw WordPress and, as with most things in my life, I found the interface much more attractive than others, and way totally fell for it.  We’ll see if it’s love or lust soon enough.

I’m excited about updating every day (I’m demanding my own February resolution to do so) and I hope to bring some cool content to this site.

And wish me good luck on getting over this cold (ie. finding a new job).

five day forecast

2/6 > Persepolis Screening/LDAC/free 2/7 > Sopranos, Season 6 Part 1 Disk 3 2/8 > 2/9 > SwapSF Monica's Birthday/BYOB/Dolores Park 1pm 2/10 > Bottomless Mimosa Brunch/Lime/10:30-3

"Buy this truck and PUNCH MOTHER NATURE IN THE FACE." via Things My Boyfriend Says

February 2008