An Evening with Erik D(and Bill Murray)

Erik had tickets to An Evening with Bill Murray at the Brooklyn Academy of Music (BAM) and was kind enough to bring me. The event entailed Mr. Murray sitting on stage with a collection of directors and producers of his films. The men answered questions posed by New York Time’s film critic, Elvis Mitchell, and the resulting anecdotes created a recap of Mr. Murray’s career.
Mr. Murray fielded most topics with his famous dry wit. When one of the panel mentioned Meatballs, Murray paused until we felt his incredulity at the idea that he could create a bad movie, and then held the pause for laughs. His off-the-cuff comments have resulted in networks dedicating a camera at celebrity golf tournaments to solely follow him and catch his every quip. He did not disappoint last night, delivering humorous comebacks without pandering.

The evening also included audience questions. Most of the inquiries were obsequious and sometimes downright flirty, but the first was a bit of a curve, ‘Do you give thanks everyday that you are not Chevy Chase?’ Amidst an artful dodge, Mr. Murray did slip in, ‘Well, don’t we all?’

When the crowd erupted with sympathetic applause at the mention of his loss at the Oscars, he stilled the slightly patronizing claps with a dry ‘I’m alright with it.’ It’s this quality of being funny without seeking approval that creates his charisma and he brought plenty of it with him to BAM. His moments of seriousness contained the uncomplicated sincerity that has given him success as a dramatic actor as well as his comedic roles.

When reviewing Rushmore, Anthony Lane wrote:
‘If you want to pick one shot from this year’s movies, try the look on Bill Murray’s face as he shakes hands with Fisher senior: puzzlement, dief, a speck of outrage, the quiet rush of truth, and, last of all, a gentle settling of kindness. The entire thing takes maybe four seconds: this is known as acting.’

The scene is one of my favorites in film, and although I dislike the world of fandom and hesitate to reward celebrities with attention, I was proud to stand at the end of the night and applaud Mr. Murray.

No one mentioned his role as Bosley in Charlie’s Angels.

Erik had tickets to An Evening with Bill Murray at the Brooklyn Academy of Music (BAM) and was kind enough to bring me. The event entailed Mr. Murray sitting on stage with a collection of directors and producers of his films. The men answered questions posed by New York Time’s film critic, Elvis Mitchell, and the resulting anecdotes created a recap of Mr. Murray’s career.

Mr. Murray fielded most topics with his famous dry wit. When one of the panel mentioned Meatballs, Murray paused until we felt his incredulity at the idea that he could create a bad movie, and then held the pause for laughs. His off-the-cuff comments have resulted in networks dedicating a camera at celebrity golf tournaments to solely follow him and catch his every quip. He did not disappoint last night, delivering humorous comebacks without pandering.

The evening also included audience questions. Most of the inquiries were obsequious and sometimes downright flirty, but the first was a bit of a curve, ‘Do you give thanks everyday that you are not Chevy Chase?’ Amidst an artful dodge, Mr. Murray did slip in, ‘Well, don’t we all?’

When the crowd erupted with sympathetic applause at the mention of his loss at the Oscars, he stilled the slightly patronizing claps with a dry ‘I’m alright with it.’ It’s this quality of being funny without seeking approval that creates his charisma and he brought plenty of it with him to BAM. His moments of seriousness contained the uncomplicated sincerity that has given him success as a dramatic actor as well as his comedic roles.

When reviewing Rushmore, Anthony Lane wrote:
‘If you want to pick one shot from this year’s movies, try the look on Bill Murray’s face as he shakes hands with Fisher senior: puzzlement, dief, a speck of outrage, the quiet rush of truth, and, last of all, a gentle settling of kindness. The entire thing takes maybe four seconds: this is known as acting.’

The scene is one of my favorites in film, and although I dislike the world of fandom and hesitate to reward celebrities with attention, I was proud to stand at the end of the night and applaud Mr. Murray.

No one mentioned his role as Bosley in Charlie’s Angels.

Foam

Foam and Futon. Foam AND Futon. FOAM…and Futon. Futon…ah ha….wait for it…and FOAM.
Rain.

The votes are streaming in about which neighborhood I should move to. I took today’s pic to show two of the things I’d be giving up if I left the East Village–Foam and Futon.

Seriously, I took it because I thought the expanse at First and Houston epitomized rainy day.

Start listening to Howard Stern again. It’s interesting.

It should be punishable by scorpion bite to hum “The Milkshake Song” and get it into my head.

Site of the Day: From Sue, Ouchy the Clown. Careful at work, it’s R rated on some of the inner pages.

Foam and Futon. Foam AND Futon. FOAM…and Futon. Futon…ah ha….wait for it…and FOAM.

Rain.

The votes are streaming in about which neighborhood I should move to. I took today’s pic to show two of the things I’d be giving up if I left the East Village–Foam and Futon.

Seriously, I took it because I thought the expanse at First and Houston epitomized rainy day.

Start listening to Howard Stern again. It’s interesting.

It should be punishable by scorpion bite to hum “The Milkshake Song” and get it into my head.

Site of the Day: From Sue, Ouchy the Clown. Careful at work, it’s R rated on some of the inner pages.

This has something to do with Jesus?

Just remember, Ben, the only thing gayer than flowers or duckies is sweater vests.
Ouch. Snap.

I left work late last night, stressed and tired. I thought I was having a bad day and then I caught a thread of a conversation between two old men outside a bodega. The one was gasticulating fiercely and chewing on a cigarette and I heard him say, “I mean, what the fuck?! The state sent a letter…and they’ve issued a warrant…” I realized my day was not so bad.

“The Whole Ten Yards” opens tonight. That is a movie I would only ever see due to the encouragement of something short and cute with nice boobs.

Tiger Woods is not doing so well at The Masters and the announcers are blaming it on is unbelievably good looking fiance. With apologies to the ladies, I think most greatness in this world is achieved ny sexually frustrated young men. You serve a role by frustrating. I know that the only reason that I know how to recombine DNA and Tyler can differentiate three variable equations is that neither one of us got laid in college.

Site of the Day: From old chum and fellow byte-geek Jamie Lantzy, The Subservient Chicken.

Just remember, Ben, the only thing gayer than flowers or duckies is sweater vests.

Ouch. Snap.

I left work late last night, stressed and tired. I thought I was having a bad day and then I caught a thread of a conversation between two old men outside a bodega. The one was gasticulating fiercely and chewing on a cigarette and I heard him say, “I mean, what the fuck?! The state sent a letter…and they’ve issued a warrant…” I realized my day was not so bad.

“The Whole Ten Yards” opens tonight. That is a movie I would only ever see due to the encouragement of something short and cute with nice boobs.

Tiger Woods is not doing so well at The Masters and the announcers are blaming it on is unbelievably good looking fiance. With apologies to the ladies, I think most greatness in this world is achieved ny sexually frustrated young men. You serve a role by frustrating. I know that the only reason that I know how to recombine DNA and Tyler can differentiate three variable equations is that neither one of us got laid in college.

Site of the Day: From old chum and fellow byte-geek Jamie Lantzy, The Subservient Chicken.

Today is the first day of Spring.

I was late putting up today’s post because I’m always late. Here’s a list of excuses I’ve used for being tardy to work:

  1. Having sex.
  2. Not used to Daylight Savings.
  3. Saving a girl on a moped.
  4. Still drunk.
  5. Cocksuckers blew up the WTC.
  6. Bad hair.
  7. Watching the Condoleeza Rice hearings.
  8. Grumpy


SOTD: All the way from left coast Kevin, a Chinese Winter Wonderland.

I was late putting up today’s post because I’m always late. Here’s a list of excuses I’ve used for being tardy to work:

  1. Having sex.
  2. Not used to Daylight Savings.
  3. Saving a girl on a moped.
  4. Still drunk.
  5. Cocksuckers blew up the WTC.
  6. Bad hair.
  7. Watching the Condoleeza Rice hearings.
  8. Grumpy


SOTD: All the way from left coast Kevin, a Chinese Winter Wonderland.

Did I ask for olives?

I’m all done with Frankie’s Pizza and Georgia Tech–two things that suck. …
I’m way behind on a lot of things, but catching up slowly, so stop back to see some pictures of Erik’s birthday. I may also define ‘punctuated equilibrium.” I know you can’t wait

Site of the Day: Not all privies are created equal.

Worst update ever, but remember, I do have a job.

I’m all done with Frankie’s Pizza and Georgia Tech–two things that suck.

I’m way behind on a lot of things, but catching up slowly, so stop back to see some pictures of Erik’s birthday. I may also define ‘punctuated equilibrium.” I know you can’t wait

Site of the Day: Not all privies are created equal.

Worst update ever, but remember, I do have a job.

Home is where the snow is

I was feeling a little homesick yesterday until my mother sent me these pictures to show the accumulation of their recent snowfall. I think I’ll come home in July, Mom. …
I have a slight cold and that, combined with a Buffalo chicken sandwhich gave me one of the most vivid nights of unusual dreams. They included car chases to the UN to get amnisty for my foreign friends, various women, lasers, Lawence Olivia, Prague, and inventing the use of the word “normal” as a verb. To “normal” someone is to point out things they do that are average or commons. It really did make sense when I was sleeping.

Stop back tomorrow for Erik’s Birthday Kareoke shots. I wanted to call a sick day for the website, but I imagined all your Mondays are sucking, too, so I’m reaching to provide at least a minutes worth of distraction.

Site of the Day: A game for the less sophisticated of us.

I was feeling a little homesick yesterday until my mother sent me these pictures to show the accumulation of their recent snowfall. I think I’ll come home in July, Mom.

I have a slight cold and that, combined with a Buffalo chicken sandwhich gave me one of the most vivid nights of unusual dreams. They included car chases to the UN to get amnisty for my foreign friends, various women, lasers, Lawence Olivia, Prague, and inventing the use of the word “normal” as a verb. To “normal” someone is to point out things they do that are average or commons. It really did make sense when I was sleeping.

Stop back tomorrow for Erik’s Birthday Kareoke shots. I wanted to call a sick day for the website, but I imagined all your Mondays are sucking, too, so I’m reaching to provide at least a minutes worth of distraction.

Site of the Day: A game for the less sophisticated of us.

April Fool’s

So of course, yesterday when I wrote, “I’d like to announce that I am formally seeing Candice. Sorry, girls. I’m off the market.” It was an April Fool’s joke. “Candice” was just some very drunk girl who was at the show. She was all messed up on something, pacing and clapping in front of the stage. Then she sat on stage and stared at Trice, longingly. After the song, she lit a cigarette while continuing to sit on stage. Finally, she got up and walked around dancing up against random guys while the whole bar watched. She sort of stole the show and Erik and I should have bounced her.
Only, two people were fooled by my joke. I will make fun of one of them. The lucky stiff? Ben. You doofus.

Happy Birthday to Erik! Buy him a drink tonight at Sing-Sing.

Site of the Day: I miss Bob Ross.

So of course, yesterday when I wrote, “I’d like to announce that I am formally seeing Candice. Sorry, girls. I’m off the market.” It was an April Fool’s joke. “Candice” was just some very drunk girl who was at the show. She was all messed up on something, pacing and clapping in front of the stage. Then she sat on stage and stared at Trice, longingly. After the song, she lit a cigarette while continuing to sit on stage. Finally, she got up and walked around dancing up against random guys while the whole bar watched. She sort of stole the show and Erik and I should have bounced her.

Only, two people were fooled by my joke. I will make fun of one of them. The lucky stiff? Ben. You doofus.

Happy Birthday to Erik! Buy him a drink tonight at Sing-Sing.

Site of the Day: I miss Bob Ross.

Sugar Troopers

Is it me or do Peeps on the conveyor belt look like Nazis parading in Berlin? Those things freak me out. The shot is from AFP/Don Emmert, taken in Bethlehem, PA. Most people I know hate Easter. Do you want to know why? The pastel colors, of course. …
If you aren’t watching The Coastal Drag tonight at Sin-e at 11PM, well, you just suck.

SOTD: One of my favorite things, NY Press’s 50 Most Hated New Yorkers, even though I was snubbed again. “When girls think another girl is beautiful, but guys know she isn’t, call it the Sarah Jessica Parker syndrome. “

Is it me or do Peeps on the conveyor belt look like Nazis parading in Berlin? Those things freak me out. The shot is from AFP/Don Emmert, taken in Bethlehem, PA. Most people I know hate Easter. Do you want to know why? The pastel colors, of course.

If you aren’t watching The Coastal Drag tonight at Sin-e at 11PM, well, you just suck.

SOTD: One of my favorite things, NY Press’s 50 Most Hated New Yorkers, even though I was snubbed again. “When girls think another girl is beautiful, but guys know she isn’t, call it the Sarah Jessica Parker syndrome. ”

Tanks a million

Slow news day here at STC.com. Sometimes I feel like my beat is Houston Street which I walk the length of everyday. I try to keep you all informed on the changes that occur on that thoroughfare in lower Manhattan. Two bits to report:
One, the photo inspiring junk/furniture/sign store on the NE corner of Elizabeth and Houston (next to Tom and Jerry’s) has close and moved all the stuff away. Every amateur photographer to ever to step into the EV had spent at least one day there capturing images of the strange hodge-podge of sinks and chairs behind the barb-wired chain link fence. I myself took this shot.

Two, the massive condo buildings going up across from the Angelika are almost done. Today’s shot shows the water tanks have been installed on top. I thought it was interesting that even on brand new buildings they install the old-style wooden tanks. It makes a view of the NYC roof tops more timeless.

Site of the Day: From various sources: http://www.jay-zeezer.com, the fun with Jay-Z continues. I’m still all up in arms over how awesome The Grey Album is.

HAPPY THIRTIETH TO TODD DEVIN!!!

Slow news day here at STC.com. Sometimes I feel like my beat is Houston Street which I walk the length of everyday. I try to keep you all informed on the changes that occur on that thoroughfare in lower Manhattan. Two bits to report:

One, the photo inspiring junk/furniture/sign store on the NE corner of Elizabeth and Houston (next to Tom and Jerry’s) has close and moved all the stuff away. Every amateur photographer to ever to step into the EV had spent at least one day there capturing images of the strange hodge-podge of sinks and chairs behind the barb-wired chain link fence. I myself took this shot.

Two, the massive condo buildings going up across from the Angelika are almost done. Today’s shot shows the water tanks have been installed on top. I thought it was interesting that even on brand new buildings they install the old-style wooden tanks. It makes a view of the NYC roof tops more timeless.

Site of the Day: From various sources: http://www.jay-zeezer.com, the fun with Jay-Z continues. I’m still all up in arms over how awesome The Grey Album is.

HAPPY THIRTIETH TO TODD DEVIN!!!

A bear eating a moose

My folks are planning a trip to the Last Frontier (Alaska) this summer. To buy some of the necessary gear, they made a plgrimage to the Cabelas store in Hamburg, PA. Apparantly, along with the enormity of the store, a towering stone mountain in the center of the store covered in stuffed animals, including a grizzly bear attacking a moose, makes the outfitters a tourist attraction. One of these days we need to go and check it out. …
Last night, some Virgina Tech alumni and me as the lone Penn Stater watched the Lady Lions demolish the Hokies of VT. Eating wings at the 4th Street bar was Tyler, Mike, Erik, MikeD, Lauren, and Nene. None of us are big basketball fans, but we needed an excuse to get together other than AA. Mostly, we talked about how odd it was that the women’s basket ball team were called the “Lady Lions”. I didn’t think “nittany” implied a gender (it is the name of a mountain). Tyler remarked, “What’s the female version of The Fighting Irish? The Beaten Wives?”

I also met the lovely Mihaela and Joslyn at [TK Bar name] for some talk about book club, wine, and sex. It was good that they called me, becuase I haven’t started the next book yet and I don’t think there is a movie version.

Site of the Day: If you need ideas on what I want for my birthday (which we are celebrating this Saturady at The Edge at 9, free pizaa and wings), here is an idea, from Alex.

My folks are planning a trip to the Last Frontier (Alaska) this summer. To buy some of the necessary gear, they made a plgrimage to the Cabelas store in Hamburg, PA. Apparantly, along with the enormity of the store, a towering stone mountain in the center of the store covered in stuffed animals, including a grizzly bear attacking a moose, makes the outfitters a tourist attraction. One of these days we need to go and check it out.

Last night, some Virgina Tech alumni and me as the lone Penn Stater watched the Lady Lions demolish the Hokies of VT. Eating wings at the 4th Street bar was Tyler, Mike, Erik, MikeD, Lauren, and Nene. None of us are big basketball fans, but we needed an excuse to get together other than AA. Mostly, we talked about how odd it was that the women’s basket ball team were called the “Lady Lions”. I didn’t think “nittany” implied a gender (it is the name of a mountain). Tyler remarked, “What’s the female version of The Fighting Irish? The Beaten Wives?”

I also met the lovely Mihaela and Joslyn at [TK Bar name] for some talk about book club, wine, and sex. It was good that they called me, becuase I haven’t started the next book yet and I don’t think there is a movie version.

Site of the Day: If you need ideas on what I want for my birthday (which we are celebrating this Saturady at The Edge at 9, free pizaa and wings), here is an idea, from Alex.