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It's George Clooney.

I have this one friend who always tries to get me to believe elaborate untrue things. Here was his latest attempt, on IM:

Me: hey, is it pronounced "santogold"
Me: like the way you would think?
Friend: no
Friend: suh-nog-lutz
Friend: Like SNOGLUTZ
Me: hAHAHAHAHAHA
Me: Good try
Friend: Did you at least ask someone else?
Me: no
Me: I just saw it and knew!
Friend: DOH

Postcards From Yo Momma Book Deal!

Huge congrats to my friends Doree Shafrir and Jessica Grose, whose site Postcards From Yo Momma is going to be a book I would actually buy even if I didn't know them. Yay!

On Videogum Today: Gabe Is Forced To Become A (Gasp) Videoblogger

In the latest Videogum Double Dog challenge, my co-editor Gabe was forced to become what he hates the most: a vlogger. I think it turned out hilarious. Watch here.

Just So You Know, I'm "Boycotting" WNYC's New Morning Show, "The Takeaway"

So last summer, a good friend of mine who I'll call "Michelle" saw a job listing for writers for a new NPR PRI morning show (nullus on the title of the job listing.) She was applying, and because she knew I was keeping an eye out at the time, she sent it to me and encouraged me to apply too (a typical example of the kind of generosity that should be typical but isn't in media. Michelle, though made ungoogleable here for obvious current-job reasons, is awesome.)

You Would Think I Could Update This

I've been bloggin' away at Videogum! It's just like here only with stuff on it, and Gabe, and better.

(An update to the previous post - I found an apartment right away, thank you to everyone who emailed tips. I'm moving to Carroll Gardens/Cobble Hill in a few weeks.)

"Sure, Whatever, I'm Busy Until August 1st Anyway"

I just like the way this was worded (italics mine): Sam Lutfi agrees to stay away from Britney Spears through July.

It's clearly because of statutes of limitations on restraining orders or something, but it's funny to think of him penciling in resuming his Svengali-like control of her mind for "August at the earliest, dude."

I'm Looking for An Apartment!

Excellent timing: just found out that the guy I sublet from is terminating his lease on my apartment and the one next door, and the building is anxious to turn them into one bigger apt so they can charge more money (though I'm not really sure what rich person is going to pay a lot to live above a fish market with a 24-hour psychic/palm reading concession in the threshhold/lobby!) After over 2 years in my little suddenly-appreciated Chinatown apartment, I'm leaving in May (between May 1 and June 1.) I have some great leads, but if you know of anything, please let me know!

Reading Rainbow

(I've not been around, I've been blogging on Videogum.com and boy is my everything tired! Go there, things are good there!)

There are two excellent books I've been meaning to plug (but neither needs it, they're absolutely everywhere!) I want to write long things about each of them, but I'm exhausted, so just please take my word for it (and, you know, everyone else's) as a person who's always looking for good books to read, that you can't do better than:

Rapture Ready!: Adventures in the Parallel Universe of Christian Pop Culture
Longtime genius blogger Daniel Radosh travels the country talking to Christian bands, comedians, actors, mascots, kitsch-peddlers, etc, and getting into funny scrapes along the way. The genius of this book is the way Radosh balances his own fish out of water (for lack of a less cliched term) perspective with his genuine respect and empathy for people who don't share his worldview. That said, the funniest parts of the book are when Daniel Gets Mad. (Favorite chapter: Daniel fills in as an actor in a Passion Play at a Christian theme park, and singlehandedly tries to redeem his People from centuries of misunderstanding.)
Also, they've made a really cool site with an appendix so you can see people and places from the book.

I Was Told There'd Be Cake
That fawning "Most popular publicist" profile was good press, but it only distracts from the charm of the actual book, which is funny and original and refreshingly almost totally not about dating. If you've been waiting for a book about the inner life of a woman who thinks about Things Other Than Boys And Clothes, here it is. I read it in one uninterrupted afternoon and couldn't put it down. I still maintain that Sloane never had more than two plastic ponies in her drawer (CrosleyGate '08) but if you want a real reason to be jealous of the girl, which I clearly am, (and enormously entertained by her), read this book. Also, the website is amazing.

But don't take my word for it! Look for both of these books on Best of 2008 lists in December.

Videogum Is Live!

I now co-edit a sister site to Stereogum.com called Videogum, with Gabe Delahaye. Check it out and send us tips!

(And please don't miss the part where I made Gabe appear in The Today Show audience last week with a huge sign I made.)

I'm Big In Australia

Hardy says she had no idea what a blog was until she started Googling the name of a drummer she fancied (Fabrizio Moretti from the Strokes) during a dull moment at work. One of the websites that appeared was Lindsayism.com, a blog by a young New Yorker named Lindsay Robertson.

Aww, What ever happened to Fab?

Funny.

The Silver Lining

Rush Limbaugh Implicitly States That One Abortion Is Totally Okay.

"Did You Turn My Google Black?"

This is a real-life conversation turned into the form of an IM conversation. Like a play. I've left my friend anon because of the obvious verbal abuse:

Me: Did you turn my Google black the other day?
Friend: WHAT?
Me: You were the last person who used my laptop and then my Google was black for a while and then it went back to default Google.
Friend: (Long pause, then look of recognition) You are an IDIOT.
Me: oh wait because of that Earth Hour thing?? Google went black for a day?
Me: I actually knew cities were doing that but didn't think of it in this case.
Friend: Yeah...wow...yeah.

First, It Was Valentine's Day

Then it was people who hate Valentine's Day. Then it was St. Patrick's Day, and those people who take a personal day on the 18th every year. Then it was the life-pausing style-cramper that is Christmas, then the annual where shall I spend Thanksgiving struggle, then, last year, even Halloween passed by unnoticed except for a little talk of dressing up as Mystery the Pick Up Artist, abandoned in late September. Now, this April 1st marks my realization that there is no holiday I am not now grumpy about.

Well, I guess Easter. Nobody cares about Easter.