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American Apparel - Wholesale T-Shirts - Made in Los Angeles is the latest casualty of cool.

They’re opening an AA in East Lansing. I am so distraught about this, I don’t know what I will do. I really like their clothing, but there’s no way I’ll be able to wear it now. They’ve become Sub-Urban Outfitters. Worse: what if they become Old Navy?

I’m so traumatized by yet another cool thing biting the dust. Can we please keep the radical and liberal and smart and fashionable things separate from the unwashed red-state masses? I deserve some gay-reparations: all I ask is that the cool stuff remain cool. I might as well go to a monster truck rally and find me a trailer wife.

okay, so it’s a little more point and show than show and tell, but it’ll have to do for now … crazy busy, but i might actually escape the state before thanksgiving … TIE is having an alumni event for two days in november - sounds like a boston weekend to me

i added a new list - this one is links - it’s currently riding at the bottom of the right column but i might change that

the links are the first few links:
my flickr
my last.fm
the union

why do we need logo (well, some of us can’t get it), when we have bravo?

by. far. gayest. station. even. beats. fineliving.

I was trying to explain to some new, non-northeast friends my love of city life and how East Lansing is slowly killing me. I was coming up with all of the things that I miss about living in a large metropolitan area, and realized that I have some pretty odd reasons for loving big cities.

I miss good public transit most of all. The midwest does not understand how to do this, not even in Chicago. Everyone tries to tell me it’s because Michigan is the home of the automobile, but I think it’s because Midwesterners are too stupid to realize that decent public transit benefits everyone, as well as the environment. Even civil engineers in the midwest have no desire to talk public transit… let’s just build more roads and parking lots!

However, the weirdest thing I miss about city life is the smell eminating from a basement laundry room. You know when you’re walking along a city street, you get a nosefull of city smells (e.g., garbage, Chinese food, body odor). The smells are constantly changing, and sometimes they get pretty rank. But sometimes, you walk past a vent from a basement laundry room and you get a big whiff of fabric softener. It’s like a treat for your senses, hidden in the depths of stinky city smells. You just don’t get that same moment of joy from suburban laundry rooms or laundromats. You only experience this serendipitous occurrence walking down a busy city street or some stanky city alley - the simple pleasure of “fresh rain” momentarily whisking you away from dogshit and car exhaust.

Man, I really miss city living.

Tomorrow my PowerBook goes back to AppleCare for the fourth time in less than two years for yet another video-related issue. I’m about to have a seizure from looking at my effed-up screen, but to blog, I’ll suffer through it. Luckily I’m headed to Vegas for most of the time that Apple will have my laptop, but still the separation anxiety is frightening.

However, more disturbing than my bizarre attachment to my computer is my attraction to Footballers Wives on BBC. It’s not enough that I’m a crazed-Anglophile who watches too much Little Britain. Now I’m hooked on this fantastic show that is one part Playmakers and two parts primetime soap opera. Sure, people love DH, but like all good shows on America television, the British version came first, and they did it much better.

What is it about our culture that we can’t discover anything new? We couldn’t even discover the country - we had to steal it from someone else. We need to take everything and put our classless stamp on it. All we do is remake, revise, or regurgitate. Poorly.

argh, i hate when logins time out - i just wrote this amazing rant about olestra, and now it’s gone - stupid effing friendster, can’t trust that i can close my own browser and logoff?

really, it was hilarious - i told you the secret to the name: olestra - man, it was so good

seriously? joe biden? i love the man, he makes “dela-where?” attractive, even if it’s a cesspool in slower (lower) delaware

how-ev-er

president? running with john mccain? you’re giving the average American more than s/he is worth

i love delaware with its no-sales-tax and UofD’s fantastic bars… but let’s be serious - they have a 1am curfew on alcohol… most of redneck America can drink until such time as their wife/sister has to come pick them up from ‘hatfield’s house of ho-down” and they beat her until she realizes the error of her ways… we breed and nurture stupidity, because inherently, we are hierarchical - we like to control the masses

the only reason i hope it’s her is that i believe it’s time - we need to tough-love our appearance on the world stage - thatcher was a bitch, clinton will be a bitch as well - thatcher would not back down, but she was reasonable, logical, maternal - i contend clinton would be the same - certainly they are politicians and those sorts are always misaligned - however, some have slight better intentions than others, and those are ones we like

but, of course, everything could go awry and we could end up more distant and hated than ever… that’s when i finish my phd program amd score a professorship in wales or ireland or somewhere almost as cool - me? no, i’m quebecois

It’s hard to believe, and certainly brought on by the fact that my sister (aka base-of-operations) is moving from LA to Grand Cayman, but I am seriously missing LA right now.

I’ve never actually lived there, which might make this feeling all the more strange, if it weren’t for the fact that LA has always fascinated me, and for the time I’ve spent there, I’ve tasted the most amazing parts of it. (A certain party in the Hollywood Hills says it all. I know they will miss us this Christmas.) Having my sister there made it seem possible that I could move to the left coast, when years ago it was too frightening, because it meant moving for someone else. I’m glad that she is taking this next challenge, but sad that I won’t be able to visit LA as easily as I did when she was there. I know Fred Segal will miss me.

Who am I kidding? Cayman Islands for Christmas. I can handle that until she moves back to NYC.

Just so long as I have a place to stay at the end of my wandering.

In proof of my sudden Ringside fascination… evidence:

http://www.dmboyer13.com/chandler_vannuys.jpg

Chandler and Van Nuys… apparently, there are vampires…

(And, of course, in my ultrageekness, my favorite search item about that intersection in Van Nuys? the new Metro line… man, I loves me some good public transit - http://www.mta.net/projects_plans/orangeline/images/rapidway_map.pdf)

And it’s only because of the B.Getty crush… but ‘Tired of Being Sorry (Spanish Faster)’ by Ringside is now Top o’ the Pops in Boyerville. Second is ‘Stars and Boulevards’ by Augustana who Mat and I saw open for Stereophonics at Magic Stick in Detroit. Hmm, I need to think about third this summer… it might be the new Bright Eyes. Wow, I’m having an even bigger “EveryWBShow/TheOC Soundtrack” kind of summer.

Yes, my life is one big cliché. To make it more painful, my sister is moving to Grand Cayman and I’m most upset about the fact that I won’t be able to shop and dine in LA. Arshad, I’m moving in with you.