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Per this map (CAE, circa 2000), we’re located somewhere around the north testicle and the L train will take you straight along the “tip” of Manhattan. Via Kottke, who went with the “suck my Manhattan” and “I’ll kick you in the Brooklyn” jokes.

Our friends over at Rumproast recently turned us onto the invigoratingly lo-fi Micachu and the Shapes and we’ve been loving them. Their new record, Jewellery was released last month on Rough Trade, but it’s strangely been a bit under the radar. From Rough Trade:

So, a quick introduction, Bjork is said to be a fan of Micachu and can probably indentify with another artist brave enough to take pop music into entirely uncharted territory. Micachu is largely inspired by Harry Partch who famously used an array of customised and home made instruments. These included a xylophone made of light bulbs, a ‘Cloud Chamber’ made out of pyrex dishes that could not only be played musically but detect particles of ionizing radiation and a series of highly complicated 44 stringed instruments.
Similarly Micachu uses a modified guitar played with a hammer action called a ‘chu’ and a bowed instrument fashioned from a CD rack. She also uses improvised instruments, such as glass bottles or a vacuum cleaner.

You can grab a few tracks over at Hype Machine and a BBC session at Keep Hope Inside.

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Turkey’s Nest, MCcarren Park

Bedford & N4th

Curated by someone who is almost certainly a hipster himself, Look At This Fucking Hipster is a Tumblr blog displaying pictures of, guess what? Hipsters! As amusing as riding the L-train on any given day, the blog consists almost solely of pictures that could come from any Bedford Avenue venue. But the author’s descriptions leave an unironic taste in one’s mouth, as his one-line descriptions simply regurgitate the majority of already played-out hipster stereotypes. This isn’t to say that riding the L train isn’t constantly amusing — I often find myself wishing that I didn’t break my own camera by getting sand in it while photographing hipsters at Far Rockaway Beach. But honestly, where is the artistic edge? You don’t really have to look to see several fucking hipsters in these parts. In fact, you would have to suffer congenital blindness or crippling schizophrenia to NOT see them. Honestly, what kind of talent is required to steal pictures from people’s facebook profiles or simply upload photos of your own Friday night antics to a Tumblr? Where is the sense of personal exploration? WHERE IS THE CUNNING COMMENTARY?
I don’t know, maybe my expectations are too high, maybe I have a soft spot for hipsters. Either way, I’m going to need to see something a little more avant garde before I can claim that Look At This Fucking Hipster is the new DOs and DON’Ts.

We e-sat down with the creator of the Robot Monkey Sports Network, who’s hosting a Chimpionship tomorrow at TBD. You can control your very own robot, drunkenly battling it out with other robot controllers in a vicious battle to determine who is best – Williamsburg or Greenpoint.
Here’s the listing on Thrillist, and check out our interview with the leader of the monkeys after the jump, where we learn if a monkey has ever turned on him during a tune-up (it has) and who he’s picking to win…

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The hipster grifter is getting so much press, clearly she needs a nickname. From this point onward, she’s the “Grifster.”
Here’s yet another tale of Kari Ferrell’s exploits detailing her fondness for the phrase “I wanna give you a handjob with my mouth.” Turns out some dude named Chris Giganti made out with her, despite finding her a bit chubby and pimply, not to mention sketchy and borderline insane. But what do you expect, when you post a personals ad that says “Semi-professional buccaneer looking for pirate girl with eye patch and glasses for adventures including, but not limited to, commandeering ships, burying and subsequently digging up treasure, drinking, and other general swashbuckling,” as Chris Giganti apparently did.
From invertedsoapbox.com

Being new to New York, I decided to post a personals ad on Craigslist pretending to be an unemployed pirate looking for a three-eyed hipster girl (glasses plus eye patch = three eyes) [read the ad here - Tim]. I wrote it with a mixture of sincerity and ludicrousness, with the secret hope that someone interesting and attractive might actually come across it and respond.
Most of the responses were from porn sites looking for subscribers. But then I got this very well-written note from someone named Korean Abdul-Jabar, listing about seven reasons why I should want to get to know her, signed Kari.
And I have to admit, they were pretty compelling reasons. She talked about being into music and science, and she said she had a degree in physics. She attached a photo, and the tattoo on her chest of a phoenix was nearly as enticing as the pixie crop and the mild look of benevolent disdain. She included a line indicating her enjoyment of giving handjobs via mouth — a phrase already on its way to Brooklyn infamy — that was both provocative and hilarious in its directness.

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It was only a matter of time before we got the Hipster Grifter t-shirt in our inbox (just $21.95!). And of course, no Hipster Grifter e-mail is complete without it’s very own personal story attached! We’ve got a new one for you. In this tale, we hear from another actor in that mini-sex cop video who was interviewed by Kari for that “job” at GoldenVoice, a few lies about cancer and of course, Radiation burns! Click through to get grifted…but here’s your preview: “She had a bunch of red lines on her wrist. ‘Cutting yourself?’ I joked. ‘Radiation burns’ she said. ‘From the chemotherapy pills.’” Eesch…

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Spring Bottoms, South 3rd and Havemeyer