They Razed Clubland And Put Up A Food Court

Limelight Marketplace, the mall that has taken over the old Limelight space in the even-older Church Of The Holy Communion, is now open for business — complete with club-kid mannequins, flip-flop kiosk, and the obligatory "oh look we're in New York we're so fun and kooky, ack chocolate!" cupcake outpost. [Via]
The Angry Notes To Mom And Dad Of Yesteryear
"Dear Parents, I disown you. I've tried for ten years, but you've Wrecked it. I'll never Speak to you again. Your x child, Jessica." Awl pal Jess Grose, forced to examine her personal archives before her parents move house, discovers this gem of 10-year-old indignation. God, remember when everything seemed that important?
"Nine" And The Persistence Of Memory
For my tenth birthday my mom took me out of school and we drove into the city, where we ate lunch at Sardi's and caught a matinee of Nine, a musical she had seen earlier in the year with my father and the soundtrack to which they had played in the house or the car with a fair degree of regularity thereafter. I loved it. I somehow did not grow up to be a homosexual, even though my parents also took us to the opera a lot. Anyway, I saw the trailer for the forthcoming movie adaptation on Jezebel today, and, well, whatever.
Woman Can't Make New Memories
The story of Michelle Philpots, whose short term memory was destroyed following an accident in 1994, leaving her incapable of remembering much of anything past that year, is strange enough, but news being what it is, it does allow for a variety of cinematic comparisons. Groundhog Day gets a mention, as does 50 First Dates, but there are a couple of other obvious ones that are left off the roster for whatever reason. Anyway, this is an odd one. Poor Matt Lauer; this woman will never remember his name.
