here is a great selection of subway pictures of Britney Spears posters promoting her Las Vegas show on HBO, from only a few months after “september 11.”
ps there is an amazing September 11 memorial wings bar in Buffalo NY called “911 Wings” its the best wings ever (you’ll never forget). real buffalo wings from buffalo. actually its not a september 11 memorial wings spot, but i was in nyc on september 11, saw the whole thing go down from my rooftop in the west village and anytime i see anything 911 i think of that day. i mean, its kind of been drilled into everyones head, right? this wing place just happens to be “911 Wings” because thats the address. i was so disappointed. but the wings really are the best.
almost 2 years ago now i went to india for this crazy wedding that was like 2 weeks long. it began in delhi and then on to udaipur where we stayed at the floating palace- which is literally a giant floating palace in the middle of a huge lake. i’d never been to india before, and i have to say- its amazing. i mean, there are cows everywhere. cows are the sacred animal and they just go and do whatever they want. you cant do anything to the cows except let them live their lives. at one point i even saw a cow come out of a video store! other amazing stuff- curly toed shoes, snake charmers, turbans, monkeys, 7 people on a vespa at once, elephants merging with traffic on a 5 lane highway, sidewalk gurus, tuk tuk rickshaws… really, so much amazing stuff. also for some reason a lot of people still dress like Saturday Night Fever just came out. india is seriously genius. but anyhow so one day right at the end of my trip, i went to the Taj Mahal. the Taj really is kind of a wonder of the world. its so insane looking that you can barely look at it, if that makes sense. its kinda in this rad dust bowl town called Agra. So after leaving the Taj (oh and also i had been sick with whats known as Delhi Belly for the past 2 days- figure it out) me and the punks i was with decided to get some grub. and i have to tell you, after 11 days of tasty indian food going in me (and right out) we saw a beacon of light ahead on the street, coming in the unusual form of a bright shiny Pizza Hut sign. this shit looked like a diamond in the rough. literally. everything else was covered in inches of dust, and the pizza hut was literally polished and glowing. i imagined the wise men following the stars to the baby jesus. but this wasnt a manger. so we walk inside, and its totally packed with tourists. but not all americans. in fact i would say it was a weird mix mostly made up of germans, japanese and indians. in other words a pretty freaky scene. ok so i’ve been waiting on this big ole line thinking about how the service is fucking awful and ridiculously slow for a fast food joint, and i’m finally about to order a Personal Supreme Pizza when suddenly the cashier disappears. huh? and the staff comes out of the kitchen. wha? and the waiters all gather in the middle of the restaurant. hello? and this bizarro bollywood music starts to play. and the lights flash on and off for a second. and then the entire staff- the ENTIRE staff- broke it down in this completely ridiculous dance routine that came off like a cross between a bad britney spears video, Soul Train, and what you might imagine country music line-dancing is. i was explaining this to some friends here in paris (i’m in paris at the moment for fashion week, so flossy flossy except that i’m sober, have poisoned blood and am apparently days away from a heart attack) the other night, and suddenly i thought ‘maybe there are some videos of this on youtube’ since there are tons of tourists with cameras filming it. and of course there are a bunch of videos. so here you go.
none of these are exactly what i saw but they’re all pretty fucking funny. i guess the service wasnt as bad as i thought (but then again i had to wait another 5 minutes for my pizza). these dancers have nothing on ‘tecktonic dancing’ which has overtaken france, but i’ll have to post on that later.
SO LAST WEEK I POSTED ABOUT THE KING OF SWAZILAND SINCE HE AND I SHARE A BIRTHDAY.
THIS WEEK I THOUGHT I WOULD CONTINUE ABOUT KINGS OF AFRICA BECAUSE THEY ARE THE FUCKING PIMPS, AND BEST PART IS THEY ARE TOTALLY OUT OF THEIR MINDS. CHECK OUT THE FUCKING STYLE!!!! BANANAS!!!! I MEAN ONE OF THESE GUYS JUST WEARS PAJAMAS AND A RAD HAT ALL DAY LONG. THE ASHANTI KING FROM GHANA DOESNT EVEN DRIVE. HE HAS A WOODEN CAR AND HIS SUBJECTS CARRY HIM AROUND IN IT! FUCK GAS!
seriously, it is my birthday. i’m 31.
i read this in the ny times today, and i thought “perfectly appropriate for how i’m feeling right now”
a. because i am obsessed with swaziland
b. because the king of swaziland is also having a birthday (and he is also a man of a certain size)
c. because the article is fucking hilarious about the king of swaziland and how he likes to celebrate and
d. the deserved backlash to his ridiculous indulgences.
btw i went to montreal to see the YSL retrospective and in an interview Yves was asked about his favorite quality in a human and he said ‘indulgence’
coming from the worlds classiest opium addict i was like ‘right on’
shit man to you and all the kings of swaziland and beyond-
thanks for making things interesting.
for those folks like myself who love bacon this is obviously a sicko must-have.
an alarm clock that wakes you up with the smell and sizzle of fresh cooking bacon.
invented by visionaries Matty Sallin, Daniel Bartolini and Hsiao-huh Hsu.
how it works, in their words-
“A frozen strip of bacon is placed in Wake n’ Bacon the night before. Because there is a 10 minute cooking time, the clock is set to go off 10 minutes before the desired waking time. Once the alarm goes off, the clock it sends a signal to a small speaker to generate the alarm sound. We hacked the clock so that the signal is re-routed by a microchip that responds by sending a signal to a relay that throws the switch to power two halogen lamps that slow-cook the bacon in about 10 minutes.”
