I really like when bands give out their music so I don’t have to go torrent it somewhere. Bossasaurus has repeatedly made my life easier on this front and has done thus again with their latest album. It’s nice when hip hop groups are so web savvy. and when they know how to make a beat.
Download Shove These Fossils Up Your Magnificent Creationist Ass here.

The possibilities are endless. Snowcone shop! Sell your used clothes! Lounge nearly naked in your store front just because you can!

Tuesday – Thursday : $175
Friday : $225
Saturday – Sunday : $400
Contact info and a few more photos can be found here.
Let me know if you have any exciting ideas for a store for a day in the comments. Maybe we will steal them.
via Greenpointers

This is a map of “addresses and cross streets of apartments listed on Craigslist between January 1st and January 7th, 2010 advertised as being in Williamsburg or East Williamsburg.”
Should be helpful for those of you searching for an apartment in Williamsburg on Craigslist but keep seeing “East Williamsburg” listed on the ad. Quick hint: East Williamsburg is a figment of realtors’ imaginations. It’s Bushwick.
Hat Tip to Very Small Array for compiling this thing.

The bro who created Hot New Website Subway Douchery is tellin’ some jokes tonight at Legion. He, and a few others. Should get some lols.

Tonight, 8pm Tuesday January 12 @ Legion Bar in Williamsburg
790 Metropolitan Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11211-2514 – (718) 387-3797
Featuring:
JORDAN CARLOS ( Colbert Repot: Stephen’s black friend ‚”Alan”, Live at Gotham)
TOM SIBELY (The jerk who created SUBWAY DOUCHERY)
GREG JOHNSON (Sirius Satellite Radio)
JAMIE LEE (CollegeHumor.com, title role in ‚”The Cooler” w/ Alec Baldwin)
ROSS HYZER (Huffington Post)
Hosted by: Danny Solomon (New Orleans Comedy Fest)

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Bailey Nolan aka Moan of Arc and Nate Hill aka Death Bear
Last weekend, Death Bear, who in a former incarnation was a pervy dolphin plushy who gave free lap dances and in real life is known as Nate Hill, the leader of the performance art group Club Animals, reunited with his obvious soul mate Bailey Nolan aka Moan of Arc — she’s got her own performance art group too called BabySkinGlove. I know, it’s all very confusing, annoying and pervy. The two used to date and Moan of Arc, apparently out of revenge, decided to stage a reunion of sorts: [via youngmanhattanite]

Near the end of a day visiting ten or so homes as the character I created Death Bear, (dressed in a black jumpsuit, black boots, a heavy, scary black bear mask, and carting off the objects that bring people pain), I was ambushed by one of my ex-girlfriends, Bailey Nolan aka Moan of Arc along with the performance art group she leads BabySkinGlove. That night, in the apartment, they did a performance intended only for Death Bear, and Bailey gave me a box containing the following (among other items):…
1. One of my tied off used condoms (with dried sperm crystals)
2. A swatch of her bloody bed sheet (blood from my testicles from an accidental, unfortunate hair clippers incident — the band-aid came off during sex)
3. A colored paper heart with one side glued her pubic (?) hair and the opposite side small bits of weed and perhaps specks of feces (?)
4. The complete collection of our text messages transcribed into eight pages or so
5. A Trey Songz CD
6. A figurine of two elephants in love
7. Letter to the ‚”Mother of My Death Bear”
8. A diary style drawing
9. Our married names written in different permutations
I am responding to this incident as Nate and not as the character Death Bear:
A little back story…I dated Bailey for about a month. My memory is terrible but I think it was about a month. I had to end it because I started to get feelings for her, and I knew that I should be with another girl that I’ve been dating off and on for seven years…. So that night, Bailey lured me (as Death Bear) to her friend’s apartment whose address I did not recognize.

Young Manhattanite has the full story, via Nate, of what went down. Here’s hoping these two realize they’re meant for each other.

A swatch of Moan’s bloody bed sheet

Tasting Table met my neighbor and master Mozzarella maker Georgiana DePalma Tedone (Times video profile), the wonderful woman behind the counter at the unmarked Tedone Latticini deli on Metropolitan.

Her small storefront, Tedone Latticini, houses a modest, well-manicured selection of Italian goods, but the real draw is the fresh mozzarella this ivory-haired nonagenarian has been making by hand every morning for more than 75 years.
And though anyone can now make his or her own at home, Tedone crafts her mozzarella using the same technique she learned at her parents’ dairy counter–the proof of these years of experience lies in the unmatched flavor of her cheese.

Tedone Latticini is at 597 Metropolitan Ave and I swear to God has some of the best italian meats and cheeses you’ll ever taste.

Shinobi Ninja plans to release an iPhone game called “Shinobi Ninja Attacks.” In it, users can play as a band member as they battle from Brooklyn to Club Babylon, fighting ‚”evil hipsters named ‘Larry,’ douchebags from the Jersey Shore and angry subway bums.”
The game is set to release on January 28th in the app store, coinciding with a show that night at Le Poisson Rouge.

It’s inspired by their song, Brooklyn To Babylon. Video below, which def features a Mr. Bungle t-shirt:

Twitter.

image by Jenni Avins
from Dossier Journal

Last night, it was decidedly less picturesque. Moto was closed, spotlights glared harshly on Broadway and thick wires coiled around the corner of Hooper, where I overheard ‚”Tony Baloney,” a neighborhood fixture, tell a curious passerby that a Chanel ad was being filmed.
This morning, all traces of the camera crews and their equipment were gone — as was Tony Baloney.
Was it a dream? I called Billy Phelps, Moto’s owner, to find out. He told me the commercial was indeed for Chanel, and none other than Martin Scorsese was directing.

Speaking of Scorsese, has this trailer been running in theaters since the mid-nineties? I swear to God I’ve seen it 30 times (and it looks horrible). I’m not too hopeful about Sinatra — yes he’s doing a Ole Blue Eyes film, yikes — which is in production either.