Death Toll Mounts.

In ascending order of freshness:


















And (they'll be dead very soon):

See You On Last.fm?

I have the best taste in music. I am reminded of that constantly.

And I am discovering all sorts of music I had never heard of before, by listening to last.fm. This is one of the good uses of the Internet. Register (it's easy) and be my friend ("zhevachka") and we can see what each other is listening to and share recommendations. Your listening is guided by your tastes. The snapshot of your tastes gets more refined the more you listen, and you can also refine it more by meshing your profile with your itunes content.

There are wikis about the artists you listen to. Why are wikis getting so damn popular? Because why take the trouble to import official, fact-checked and copyedited bios of artists when you can get some marginally literate stoner shlub to do it for free?

But anyway, the wiki issue aside, you really should do this. If you like music, anyway.

Another Reason To Get Rid Of Hotmail.

I am tired of seeing this woman's ass, with or without cellulite.

Get It Together, CNN.com!

I was expecting some tragic story (first item under "West") about the Female Trouble-style disfigurement of David Bowie's wife.

Instead I get some bother about a litigious acid-bombed religious leader!

Maybe it'll be fixed before anyone reads this.

I certainly hope so!

Iman ≠ Imam, cnn.com.

Stay Classy, American Apparel.

I guess American Apparel wasn't getting its marketing message across clearly enough with its closeups of underagey, sheer-cotton-covered crotch and thighs in vaguely gymnastic scenarios.

So they rolled out the nippleage slideshow. Sorry, Tom, you are obscured by the light thrown from the nippleage slideshow.














The Star of David pendant is a nice touch.

Hold The Focaccia.

East 11th Street between 1st & A.