I’m still taking pictures in case anyone out there was wondering. My awesome office window view provided another great cityscape, this time with an iPhone. I opted, as I often do, to leave the camera gear at home today and lug the laptop in so I could catch up on website business. The clouds gathered over the city and I pulled the ol’ iPhone out to grab it. It still takes pretty awesome pics eve though it gets abused in my pockets. I’ll keep the pics flowing for you all to ogle. Check out my photo gallery while you’re at it. Enjoy.
I remember last summer’s article in Time Out New York that offered up the following thesis: Why the Hipster Must Die — a modest proposal to save New York Cool (May — June ’07, Christian Lorentzen). It seems debut novelist and confused wordsmith Rayo Casablanca took this idea to heart, or missed the point entirely depending how you look at it. His new novel, “6 Sick Hipsters”, is an attempt at intellectualizing the nomads of Williamsburg who voluntarily go by that moniker, a futile effort to say the least. Perhaps, for a fleeting moment, Mr. Casablanca forgot how passÃ© it is to call oneself a hipster, but alas, let’s try and get to the meat of his novel.
Primarily it is theÂ storyÂ of a boy and a girl who find themselves in extraordinarily gory circumstances. Our hero,Â scientist/pornÂ aficionadoÂ and author Harrison, spends his time cavorting around Billyburg with his equally fame-obsessed gang of pals, the self-titled Whole Sick Crew. It’s hard to tell what has brought this motley bunch together, but to spend too much time wondering would keep you from ever making it more than 10 pages into the book. In any event, some of his cohorts start drawing connecting the dots between prominent hipster murders. For some reason, Harrison falls in love with Beth-Ann, a knitter on the verge of blindness who indulges his friends’ detective work. Read on…
“I make films like I make food: if you don’t like it, I’ll just be eating it all week for leftovers.”
–Melvin Van Peebles, after the premiere of his 2008 film “Confessionsofa Ex-Doofus Itchy-Footed Mutha”
Perhaps it was because I was sitting in a university auditorium that I was suddenly rocketed back to my film school days while watching the latest film “of” Melvin Van Peebles. Back then, I would have been sniggering through my fingers as the raucous movie veered out of control around every single corner, and when it was all over and the lights went up, I would have over-analyzed the shit out of it and blatantly made fun of my colleague in class.
On its surface, “Confessionsofa Ex-Doofus-Itchyfooted Mutha” resembles the worst of student film stereotypes, replete with sex, knives, confused editing techniques, and above all, a message that it so convoluted and overdone that it has gotten lost among the screen-pollution you witness while watching it. That being said, I’m trying to figure out just why I loved this film. Read on…
So, the faithful out there will notice that I haven’t written in a little while, and when I have posted, it has usually been a photo from my Flickr account (see right). Well, I’m here to let you know that I’m still here, and I wanted to let you know what’s been eating my time up.
For one, I have been working on a redesign of my website.
About 10 months ago, I bought www.poritsky.com as a means to a very simple end: to find work. Back then, I was a freelancer in the middle of a 6 month contract at Present Focus Inc., (www.presentfocus.com) “a state of the art high definition video production company located on the Upper West Side of Manhattan offering the latest in HD technology as well as the finest in digital and film photography.” The seven months I ended up working there were some of the most interesting of my life. At 22, to my own astonishment, I was the online editor for an eight-part National Geographic Channel International series. The project, Oceans 8, headed up by writer-explorer-filmmaker Jon Bowermaster (www.jonbowermaster.com) is finishing up the final expedition film now on Antarctica, which, sadly, I am not apart of. Read on…
You should buy The Kept Man by Jami Attenberg for many reasons. Let me list some:
- It’s a really good book.
- The cover is yellow and orange, like all wonderful things.
- It’s chock full of swear words, drugs, and sex, fer serious.
- I’ll be done reading it soon and I need to talk to people about it who, ya know, didn’t write it.
- She thinks I’m a funny and nice man, I have proof:
Need some more reasons? How about a convenient link to Amazon?
The Kept Man
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