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Hipster Land

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

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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

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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!).

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NY Times, still no way

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Weekend in Retrospect

Friday night, went to Union Station and picked YOU up. Our taxi driver liked to talk about poop and spanking, which are two fairly normal past-times (I think). This was followed by a delicious meal at Peking Gourmet and the realization that everyone around us is on an awkward date (so, uh, you like stuff?).

Saturday afternoon was amazing. YOU and I went to the National Building Museum, a tucked away, sparsely attended Smithsonian museum that features ideas and exhibits about urban planning and architecture. The two exhibits we saw were equally well-done and innovative: one featured ideas about energy efficient Green housing, and the other an exhibit about the rebuilding efforts in New Orleans following Hurricane Katrina (though there was some thought vandalism). This was followed by some indigestion-inspiring Capital Q BBQ, a nice walk around the mailbox-filled, but otherwise empty, streets of DC, and a good game of tennis (hey, you got better pretty quick, and you better do tennis lesson this summer).

On Saturday night, we went to the Eleventh Street lounge, one of the cooler spots I’ve been to in Clarendon. With good house music and relaxed vibe, it is free of what the WP lightly calls the ‘interchangeable’ crowds and atmosphere of Clarendon (aka pathetic looking yuppies dancing to hip hop in darkened Jager Bomb holes). Plus, we sang Lisa Loeb’s stay, aka the perfect night cap.

Some random non-sequitor thoughts/phrases about the weekend: poop shivers, naked twister. Why can’t YOU live in DC? Also, you let out some horrible farts.

And with that, FINI.

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