"It's a little soulless," said Stacey Killings, 32, of Bedford-Stuyvesant. "I don't care if it looks like Trump Plaza; I'm not going to Arby's."
[title of show]
(Untitled) is pretty spot-on in its skewering of the contemporary art and music worlds, but I gotta quibble: galleries do not serve wine in glasses at openings. Still, Adam Goldberg, any time.
Working Girls
I have little sympathy for the two recent graduates, twin sisters, on a fruitless job-hunt in New York. Everyone should have their dream job, or at least a stable job, but you've gotta work for it. And a $2,900 Upper West Side apartment certainly isn't a necessity. Since this weekend's Style feature -- about all the comedians living in Astoria, Queens -- is actually pretty sweet and enjoyable, I'm glad the Times could still throw us cynics a marrow bone.
Paradise Found
"It is hard (if not impossible) to deal with the internal ethical, intellectual and professional contradictions you feel when you step onto a beach in French Polynesia contemplating how you're there on a studio's dime to conduct interviews with the stars of a movie you know, deep in your heart, that you're going to give a mixed review." [MORE]
Stephen Hawking in the ATL (Shawty Snappin')
The workroom is no longer safe, since my coworker discovered AT&T's Text-to-Speech demo, which converts your profound thoughts (or favorite raunchy rap lyrics) into brief WAVs of autobabble. My favorite voices are Charles, who's straight out of Masterpiece Theatre, and Mike, from accounting.
Lonely Hearts Club Band
One of my favorite musical moments this year, especially at the 2:00 mark, when Phoenix lays down some Yes-worthy power chords. Shaky video, so I suggest you listen and not watch.
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