So it’s official. I’ll be moving to Israel at the end of July to start a one year MA program at Ben-Gurion University in Beersheva. July will be my last month in New York City for at least a year.
Now, going back to school is weird enough when you’re 27. I haven’t seen the inside of a college campus in years. Not only have I spent most of the past few years in the sheltered little bubble that is the NYC journalism/new media world, but then there’s going to be the fact that I’ll be adjusting to a new culture as well.
Plus you have things like this happening to worry family and friends.
Nonetheless, I’m excited.
It’s a little scary. He totes a gun, and his behavior is a little excessive, like he’s out of control. I wouldn’t care if an African American moved in next to me, but if he’s carrying a gun and he’s abusive, I really don’t want it,” she said.
(via britticisms)
The best thing is that it will be more substantial than anything Nick Tosches ever wrote.Last night was spent at Shoot the Messenger, Lizz Winstead’s weekly comedy show over in the East Village. The first half of the show is a parody/pisstake on the morning show format, the second half consists of Winstead interviewing various political/pop culture types.
This week, the guests were Moe Tkacik and Tracie Egan of Jezebel.com. Both appeared to be blind, stinkingly drunk.
At one point, Tracie Egan claimed, IIRC, that she wasn’t at as much risk of being raped because she lives in Williamsburg and it was safer there for women. And at another point, Tkacik seemed to forget the basic talking points of her own Washington Post article.
Now, here’s the thing. I respect the work of both Tkacik and Egan. A lot. They’re both good writers. But after last night, I’m kind of bummed and hoping they’ll prep for their next live/television appearance better.
And also, kudos to Lizz Winstead for keeping her cool in what seemed to be an interview that was rapidly going off the rails.
In any case, back to the usual.
Still here and still bloody exhausted. I blogged yesterday without a proper internet connection yet most of the posts still went through, thankfully.
Blues Traveler playing a casino = priceless.
Blatant self-promotion:
I’ll be blogging from Atlantic City this weekend for Jaunted.
PB Blind item: “Her reality show should ensure that she never works again in her day job. So which US actress’s previous career was as a high-class Hollywood hooker? And one of the things that made her hate her ex-husband was that he was happy to tell friends about it.”
I mean… damn. everyone needs information specficially erring right into crappy hollywood assholes’ reality delusions, si?
On another note, why the f**k doesn’t Popbitch put their newsletter on the web? Get with ‘01, kids.
The Guardian has assigned their arts critics to cover sports for a day and their sportswriters get to write the arts section.
(Via Papercuts)
For anyone else who likes loud music and comic books, Armagideon Time might just be the greatest blog ever.
With that said, it’s on to listening to Charlie Parker for me.
