B-Boy Limping

Postcard From Arkansas
February 3, 2013, 1:15 pm
Filed under: oy oy oy, Theater



Childish Gambino at Central Park Summerstage

Gambino ’bout to kick it:

Gambino got some gunssss:

Gambino gettin’ away:

Gambino havin’ funnnn:

Look! I wrote a rap. From now on call me “Vizual Hunter” (actual Wu-Tang generator name).

(Also yeah, I would hit that.)


What happens at Korallreven…
March 6, 2012, 8:44 am
Filed under: Hello boysssss, Music, New York, Theater

Bowery Ballroom, 3/4.

The show was fine: Swedish, dream poppy, mustachioed dude from the Radio Dept, blah blah blah. But I want to use this space for a mea culpa of sorts. To the blonde who tried to buy me a beer, you should know a couple of things:

1) I’m incredibly oblivious and 2) I really wasn’t in the mood for beer! I certainly didn’t mean to make you apologize for asking me. It was very nice of you!

“Sorry,” you said.

Like, “Sorry I bothered you.”

But it probably shoulda been

“Sorry you’re such an asshole.”

Because I wasssssss. If you’re reading this, little guy, I’M sorry.  Maybe next time try asking if I wanted a ginger ale? Or some p’tato chips? It was late Sunday night. You know, work week and all. But who knows, maybe if you’d asked a second time and not disappeared out of embarrassment (because, again, I’m an asshole) I woulda gone for the booze. And possibly even more.



Scenes from the Hipster Puppy Pageant

You like my emo butt stars?

Well I dig your retro phone, mama.

I go both ways…

…if you know what I mean.

Ironic Lampshade is the name of my band.

I wonder if anyone can smell my fart.





I just took a dump over there I’m so hipster American Apparel on my butt aaaaaaahhhhhh.

My headphones aren’t even plugged in.

Goin’ to a rave right after this.

[whispering] Fuck you.

I only know three chords but I make up for it with style.

Hey girrrrl, wanna get out of here and grab a bite? I brought my own PBR.

Fine, whatever, look, I have a show I’ve got to get to.

No, it’s cool, you’re not on the list anyway.

[whispering] Fuck you.

[Hipster Puppy Pageant, powerHouse Books, 8/25/2011]

Husband hunting, pt. 2
March 14, 2011, 11:06 am
Filed under: Hello boysssss, Husband hunting, oy oy oy, Theater | Tags:

So, as I’m sure my mother’s told all of you, I’m in the market for a husband. She thinks he should be mature and have a good job and all that, but I just want him to have a good appetite. Because I love to cook! If you know me, you know that’s definitely true.

So guys, it was amazing when I saw these for sale in my local tuck shop. How serendipitous!

They are delicious and raspberry. For sure, no man could resist. And of course, he would love me for giving it to him.

So I put on my pearls and laid it out, and sure enough, it attracted someone…

…a MAN someone…

But then he ate it and it was gone. And before I knew it, so was he.

Sorry mom! Maybe next time I’ll put a sedative in it. That should work, right?

The Bored and The Beautiful
March 13, 2011, 4:52 pm
Filed under: Hey Ladieesss!, New York, Theater | Tags:

[Provocateur, 3/11, some time after 2 a.m.]

Tonight the ladies saw David Duchovny
November 21, 2010, 1:22 am
Filed under: Hey Ladieesss!, New York, Theater

… at his play, Neil LaBute’s The Break of Noon. And they fangirled the fuck out.

First they got a playbill signed…

Then they did this:

Two things I love:

1) That for some reason Jen’s clutching her Cleopatra book, ready to break it open if there’s a reading emergency, and

2) How appalled the woman on the left looks. She is clearly not a X-Files/Californication/sex addict fan.

C’mon lady, he went to rehab!

Tough crowd.

This is what an adult sippy cup looks like

Found this one on the ground. Didn’t wanna touch it.

It comes filled with red or white wine.

I’m cool with the fact that this exists. Why not? Serves a demographic. I’m also cool with the fact that it cost $20 a pint. I just wouldn’t pay it.

What I’m having a little trouble with, however, was that it was being sold by a guy trolling the aisles at Memphis (don’t ask… okay, I was curious), a BROADWAY SHOW, along with candy and water and other things adult children would want.  Like we were at a baseball game!

Guys, this was the first play on Broadway I’ve been to where this was the case (Off Broadway is a different matter). Am I being prudish by thinking it’s absurd?

Because not only is it so, ugh, PLEBEIAN (ha, sorry!), sometimes people leave it on the ground without it being fully empty, and this happens:

Red wine is a bitch to get out, you guys.


Mean alternate ending: Maybe plowing voters with pint-sized alcohol is how Memphis secured all those Tonys?

Last night I hung out with Lions
June 11, 2010, 1:24 pm
Filed under: New York, Reading is fun, Theater

Young Lions, that is, at the NYPL’s 10th Annual Young Lions Fiction Award ceremony, held each year to honor a writer 35 and under for a novel or collection of stories. Famous people read from the nominees’ stuff. And here they are now…

The boyz:

Host and Co-Chair Ethan Hawke reading from All the Living, by C.E. Morgan;
Mark Ruffalo reading from The Longshot by Katie Kitamura;
Josh Hamilton reading from the short story collection Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned, by Wells Tower, and
Alessandro Nivola reading from American Rust by Philipp Meyer.

The girl:

Emily Mortimer reading from The Manual of Detection by  Jedediah Berry.

The boyz looking at the girl:

Except for you, Alessandro. She’s your wife. Pay attention!

And the winner:

Wells Tower (pic TK), who was remarkably calm for just having won ten thou$$$and bucks. But maybe because he was also recently included in The New Yorker’s 20 under 40, has two Pushcart Prizes, The Paris Review‘s Plimpton Prize, and the National Book Critics Circle Award. Also,  he did New York magazine’s prestigious 21 Questions.  I guess after that, $10,000 cash money is like, nothing.

The drinkz and snackz:

Because this is my blog.

And the face:

Whoever smelt it, dealt it, Ethan.


you, appearing
April 8, 2010, 8:08 am
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