Today in McCarren Park, a woman named Alma was handing out copies of an email she’d sent a friend. She was pretty sparing in the details, but she’s fed up with gossip and communications issues and also talks to ghosts. Unlike most of us, who’d write a pissed-off tweet, she channeled her frustration into a 2 page long manifesto and took it to the streets. I don’t know how evangelical Alma is about her mission, but if someone could forward this to the Bedford Preacher, it would be a big help. Images of Alma’s email after the jump:
Sorry to be such a downer but here’s another obit, although one a little closer to home:
via Gothamist
Graffiti legend Iz the Wiz (real name Michael Martin) died at age 50 on June 17th, and has finally received an obituary from the Paper of Record. The artist tagged subway cars in the 1970s and 80s with his signature in “fat capital letters spray-painted on a door, below a window, across an entire car or even along the full length of a train.” Throughout his career as a graffiti artist, he got his tag on every line in the subway system more times than any other, which means if you didn’t ride in a car with his name, you probably saw one in a movie. He even did a two-car homage to John Lennon after he was killed in 1980, and was one of the first to work on the Phun Phactory building (now 5 Pointz).
After the jump is a video of Iz bombing his last train:
Billy Mays found dead at age 50 in his home at 7:45 AM. Apparently he died in his sleep, no break-in, and no foul play is suspected. The day before his death he’d been on a plane that blew out its tires and said he got hit in the head with a few things, but there were no serious injuries reported and it’s not clear if his death was at all related.
Well, I’ll always know what I was doing when I found out Billy Mays died: Reading about how Michael Jackson died.
via eonline
British bank Barclays has put in a bid to rename Atlantic Avenue something much more proper than our Yankee rubbish:
If a $4 million deal is approved on Wednesday, the nexus of subway stops at Atlantic Avenue, Pacific Street and Flatbush Avenue in Downtown Brooklyn will add an additional name to its already lengthy title: Barclays.
But hey, what about naming things after great American corporations?
‚”It’s not like Taco Bell saying it wants Grand Army Plaza or something like that,” said John H. Banks III, a board member since 2004.
Would Mr. Banks oppose that idea?
‚”A year and a half ago? Yeah,” he said. ‚”Tomorrow? No.”
Looking forward to Taco Bell Muy Grande Army Plaza.
via NYTimes
Not sure why he didn’t call the police himself…via his sidekick.
I guess this is what it feels like to be entertained by Will.i.am.
Some laugh-out-louds after the jump:
Bleszt, aka Mr. Brick Bandit, is a 21 year old out of Newark, and while we like to maintain a fairly anti-Jersey platform here, I’m gonna risk a demerit on my NYC-card today. This is Bleszt’s new mixtape, and it’ll only cost you bandwith to get (totally worth it). Plus, when was the last time a rapper came out of New Jersey? Federline? The whole thing’s pretty cool, R&B and hip hop, lots of auto-tune and over-are-tik-yoo-lay-ting and other Lil Wayne-isms but there’s more than enough personality of its own. It’s called Nine 7 Three. Download it here
or Listen to it here
via maddecent
The Salvation War is a trilogy that premiered online in the beginning of 2008, asking a simple question- what if God announced that everyone’s time was up, and that Lucifer was coming to claim the bodies and souls of everyone on earth?
The answer the author gives- the governments of the world declare war on Heaven and Hell.
The Salvation War is also a weirdo, brilliantly (if unintentionally) funny, ‘sperging-out fantasy full of Michael Bay Air Force dogfights (against demons), Ron Paul-level libertarian craziness, a bunch of sub-Leno jokes about subjects like Hillary Clinton’s bitchiness, and a hilarious amount of complete disdain for religion. EIGHTY-FIVE chapters long! I also have word that the sequel is about the military going to heaven to fight God himself. After the jump are some amazing passages:
Ellen Page, Maebe F√ºnke, and perhaps the last time I’ll see Har Mar Superstar before he leaves my conscious memories entirely, becoming only a fleeting signifier of the early 2000′s.
via ellen-page.com
