Archives: 2012 November

Archive for November, 2012

Toilet Culture

There’s a new theme park-museum hybrid unabashedly dedicated to toilets and pooping in South Korea, but you’re better off hearing about it from the BBC’s Seoul correspondent, Lucy Williamson, because she has a wicked classy accent:

Thanks, Logan.

Good Quotations: Not That There’s Anything Wrong With That

“A man of color is president for the second time, and this happened despite a struggling economic climate and a national spirit of general discontent. He has been returned to office over the specific objections of the mass of white men. He has instead been re-elected by women, by people of color, by homosexuals, by people of varying religions or no religion whatsoever. Behold the New Jerusalem. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a white man, of course. There’s nothing wrong with being anything. That’s the point.”

David Simon finally gets a political post out of us by hoping for a more equal America

Mama Mia Tells A Joke

Thanks, Touch Tone.

For Emily, My Love. Everything I Do, I Do It For You

UPDATE: We managed to track down our friend, the Wrecking Ball, and it didn’t work out with Emily. He remains positive and optimistic about other potential loves.

Thanks, Danielle.

There’s Photobombing, And Then There’s Your Dog Dropping A Deuce While You’re Trying To Do Your Hulk Face

Sandy Days

I always thought the episodes on TV where people got trapped in an elevator, school, or even a Kmart looked like so much fun. With limited resources and companions, a duo or group had to make do and sort of survive in extraordinary confinement. Thanks to the city of New York, Hurricane Sandy, and a friend’s apartment, I was able to experience my extreme fantasy — almost completely shut off from the outside world.

Being from the temperate state of California, I took little notice of Mayor Bloomberg’s warnings the Sunday before Sandy and headed to visit friends in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Their apartment was clearly in the middle of the “Mandatory Evacuation Zone.”

Over the next three days their minimalistic abode became my cozy fort, filled with three course meals, countless movies, music, games, and conversation. When we were feeling restless, we took shots of vodka and danced to Prince. When we couldn’t watch another movie, we played cards. When the street flooded, Katy and I sat on her bed and looked out the second story window at her roommate, Michael, knee-deep in East River water chatting with his equally soaked neighbors.

Even when the heater and hot water shut off due to the flood damage, dishes were washed with warm water from the kettle and we proudly went a few days without a shower. With no trains running and most of Manhattan shut down, we had no work and the ultimate staycation.

It wasn’t until the storm blew over that we walked around the disassembled corners of north Greenpoint and spoke to some affected that the “disaster” part of the “natural disaster” set in.

Still, if you ask any New Yorker about the tone of the city post-superstorm, the natural ease with which strangers and friends have cohabited and communicated has been the highlight of these Sandy Days.

A Good Look For A Reporter After The Election

Roesanne Barr Tells A Joke

Nice Day For A White Birthday

I turned a year older last week, but Billy Idol was nowhere to be found. Now that I think of it, no 80s pop stars, C-level celebrities, or any cool cover bands were anywhere near my birthday festivities—I probably should move to Seattle.

Seattle is the place where dreams come true! Or at least it is for Michael Henrichsen, who after two years of arduous campaigning, elaborate media stunts, and epic 80’s cover band-starting (Nite Wave), has done the impossible: He got Billy Idol to play his birthday party!

Now Henrichsen is a simple man, just after turning 24 he went through an “early life crisis” in which he decided he needed some direction. While working at the Bellevue Square Mall’s Billabong store he heard his future plot itself as Billy Idol’s White Wedding played, and thought, “Wouldn’t it be cool if we got Billy Idol to play at my birthday party?”

Henrichsen, thinking this stunt would be a great resume booster and a fun experiment, went straight to work. His website,, featuring celeb shout outs from Ron Jeremy to Rick Springfield and Nite Wave’s Billy Idol Aid shows all contributed to the final result: this guy having the best 26th birthday ever.

Or as Henrichsen foresaw, “Hands down the best concert that’s ever happened.” Ever.

Double Down: Giant Pride

About a week ago we brought you one Lil Wayne singing Take Me Out to The Ball Game at a Giants playoff game. Last Sunday them Giants went on to win the World Series of baseball for the second time in three years, but that wasn’t the best part: That honor would go to the words of a criminally rambunctious Giants fan who, like many of his fellow San Franciscans, took to the streets to celebrate the big win in a classically San Francisco fashion. Here is Eddie Mueller, courtesy of the San Francisco Chronicle:

Eddie Mueller, 26, of San Francisco was wearing an orange jumpsuit issued by an Alameda County jail. He wouldn’t say how he got it, but he said it did more than just communicate his team pride.

“It’s a two-for-one kind of outfit,” he said. “If they win and I get good and crazy tonight, I’m all ready to go to jail. They don’t even need to change my clothes.”

Bonus round from the Chron:

In 1992, as the Giants were threatening to leave San Francisco, 5-year-old Brandon Crawford couldn’t hide his emotions during what was believed to be the final Giants game at Candlestick Park. A slightly older hirsute version of Crawford just won a World Series as shortstop for his favorite team.

Thanks, Stuart. Thanks, Tom Levy.