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Dontcha wanna know why we keep starting fires?
Fri Jul 13
Despite the forces of gentrification rapidly expanding through the city like the Blob, there are still moments of unscripted creativity—what the old folks called "happenings"—percolating in our fair hamlet: the Idiotarod, the Chenguin vs. Chunk fights, Unsilent Night. Tomorrow evening is your chance to jump into the fray and join one such renegade parade, TheDanger's annual One Night of Fire. Starting at 7:57pm (sharp!), hundreds of jugglers, dancers, acrobats, stilt walkers, musicians, court jesters and assorted lunatics will congregate on the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge pedestrian walkway and make a pilgrimage to an unspecified destination (it might rhyme with Honey Miland). When the mad-matter march is done, you'll be treated to an ad hoc fiery extravaganza, with fire-breathers, flame dancers and the like doing their pyro thing—a mini--Burning Man, if you will. Celebrants are encouraged to wear white, but beyond that, the sky's the...
Today: Friday, July 13
Fri Jul 13
I'm always leaving them in tiny cabs. How creepy is Friday the 13th? Not very, but that's just because my efforts at scaring you seem to annoy you more than anything. You're so short-fused today. Would it kill you to pretend? I want you to ponder that while you're out there getting drunk and hooking up this weekend.
Thu Jul 12
My boozy dears, the Homebrew Project is barreling toward an exciting conclusion. In honor of our Summer Drinking issue (online now; check it out!), I'll be taste-testing both of my creations—beer and wine—tomorrow at 5pm and commenting on their quality. Thus, I'll be filling in the remaining gaps in my production process from now until then. It will be a total blogasm. (Shaking my head that I just wrote that.) When last we saw our brave grapes, they were sitting in the TONY kitchen, crushed—physically, not emotionally. The pulpy concoction, called a must, smelled fairly ripe but not undrinkable. This was not to last. For brevity's sake, I will report only the basic details of what happened from here. Tomorrow, for those who are interested, I will attempt to deconstruct the science behind my tragically bungled fermentation. I mentioned in the previous post that professional vintners typically clean their crushed grapes before fermentation with chemicals known as sulphites....
E3: day 1
Thu Jul 12
Some of TONY's parental readers may know me from their Kids magazine, but this week I'll be posting news and views from the interactive-entertainment nerdfest known as E3. Well, at least the sun came out. I've been dreading this year's newly reorganized Electronic Entertainment Expo. I'd been calling it a "carpet salesmen's convention" because the various exhibitors have set up shop in a bunch of hotels in Santa Monica, instead one central location in downtown L.A. as in the show's previous iterations. With a tepid shuttle-bus service taking press folks to and fro, getting around has been a major hassle. Still, since arriving here on Tuesday night, I managed hit a few press conferences and most of my scheduled meetings. Herewith, my impressions: Nintendo The Wii's success has made Nintendo the industry's alpha dog, and it showed during its morning presentation. Nintendo of America boss man (and a fellow Haitian sensation, might I add?) Reggie Fils-Aime proudly...
Today: Thursday, July 12
Thu Jul 12
Sun-dappled Vollman Hello there. You're looking awfully foxy today and I'm not just saying that. I'm currently seated at my desk with a fresh coat of nail polish on my nails and nary a coworker has complained about the smell yet. Sometimes I'll go into the bathroom when I have a nail polish emergency, because I think it's good to deal with noxious fumes in a small, enclosed and unventilated space, but today I tended to business right at my desk, bored-receptionist-style. But it's important because I'm going on TV tonight, and once I caught a flash of my hands on camera, and unlike my face, which was properly spackled and bronzed, my unmade-up hands glowed like beams of light out the end of my sleeves. Fluorescent light, not that forgiving incandescent lighting. Anyway, that was a long way of saying that tonight you'll be going to the Whitney where William T. Vollman will be speaking with Richard Drew about violence and photojournalism.