Since I'm a graduate student and drunkenness on a Thursday night is practically required, last Thursday I was terrifically far from sober and, as a direct result, read an article about Das Racist. I read this article because whenever Das Racist pops up on my radar, I read about them, like I read about MGMT even though I've only ever listened to MGMT once, and that was their song “Kids,” and, when I listened to it, it was about two years after “Kids” was a hit. I try to avoid dwelling on Das Racist, but, like I said, last Thursday I was drunk. Even when I'm not drunk, [...]

New York is changing. New York is always changing. Now it's a place where people come to raise families; you can't smoke in bars; the Meatpacking District is like Miami or Los Angeles or Milan or something; Times Square is like Disneyland except with more car bombs. All true. But sometimes it seems like New York is changing faster and more dramatically than you'd ever expect. Like when the place seems to be losing its most New York characteristics.

"We are all lonely cheeseburger whores."

An Oxygen survey of women aged 18 to 34 found that some 37% of them have fallen asleep while clutching a PDA, while 26% of them will wake up from a dead slumber and stagger zombie-like to wherever their phone might be (or roll over) in order to read their text messages. Having engaged in both of these behaviors as recently as (cough) eight-ish hours ago, I wonder if there's a correlative aspect between them, thanks to the light-emitting nature of the devices, which contributes to fitful sleep. I also wonder if there is a chunk of the ladies who admit to fall asleep holding their PDA [...]