So nobody's talking about the possible My Bloody Valentine reunion? Maybe 2008 will finally be the year I drag my ass out to Coachella.

This past week I tried to see Purple Rain, but it was rained out. Then I tried to see a Brooklyn Cyclones game a few days later, but it was fogged out. Stupid August weather ( Read more... )

I hit the Union Sq. Greenmarket on Saturday, picking up ingredients for a Sunday night dinner, and brought home bundle of carrots and leeks, each as long as my forearm. These were trumped, even more impressively, by the immense forest of celery I wrestled home, nearly as tall as I am. I'm exaggerating only slightly. You know how store-bought ( Read more... )

Did you know I'm going to be a godfather? It's true, I am. Sara & Thor are having a baby in...oh, about two weeks. I'm going to be the godfather of Henry Jared Llewoh Jensen. (I tried to get them to go for the name Henry Hennessy Tennessee Tuxedo Junction Jensen - try saying it, I think you'll like it - but they would not budge). But do you ( Read more... )

This whole year-without-being-a-sports-fan thing is turning out to be waaaay easier than I ever could've imagined. It really hasn't even been a challenge. It's been a total cakewalk. Ok, never mind that I've been to more baseball stadiums this year than in the past five years combined...but I DIDN'T GO AS A FAN!!! Sure I got a little misty-eyed ( Read more... )

One more thing you're certainly not interested in (but I am):


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Sunshine, on the other hand...not so good. Possibly the most derivative movie I've ever seen -- aside from the main premise of the movie (which should've been enough), I couldn't pick out a single original idea or shot. Name a sci-fi movie, and it's in there. Not to mention the least necessary plot twist ever at the end.

Daft Punk totally lived up to the hype. I mean it was so awesome, so so so mindblowingly awesome. The lightshow, the pyramid, the robot rock! Huge outdoor dance party at a baseball stadium at Coney Island ( Read more... )

I received the best email first thing in the morning one day last week:

"Ben, we need someone to dress up as Stalin or Lenin for our smooch-a-tyrant kissing booth. Interested?"

Of course I do. Lenin it is. Besides securing a half-bald wig and mustache & goatee, how else should I do this costume up?

It's all in service of this benefit:


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The Haas-tel (a.k.a. The Minor Rock Star Crash Pad) re-opened for business for one night, and one night only. Matt Wascovich and his band Scarcity of Tanks played Glasslands Gallery, and then rolled the caravan to my place late Saturday night. I'm 100% sure no one reading this is even the slightest bit impressed with the names of the gentlemen ( Read more... )

I've been dropping my laundry off at the same place since I moved here a year and a half ago, and it's always the same stooped, haggard, old woman who waits on me. Well, yesterday I went in with a big bag of laundry to drop off, and found her wearing one of my t-shirts. To make it even more ridiculous, it was one of kittymalicious's band t-shirts.