08 March 2004
Overtaken By Yellow Boots
It was a crisp 55 degrees in the city on Friday and Saturday. We swear we saw shorts on a few hairy legged individuals by Washington Square Park. Also, we want to know what is up with all the yellow boots that made their way over there. One person who shall be identified as a Foxy Brown wannabe rocked her yellow boots up and down and up and down the 5th Avenue entrance. Then 15 minutes later, we noticed another girl with the same boots on and then another. NYU is relatively close to that park, so we want to know if this was a prank on Unsuspecting Pedestrians Day?? If so, lame idea. Why not wear those boots with a panda suit. You'd get more publicity that way. Trust us. Panda's are big this time of year.
You might even get a write up in the Village Voice. Speaking of the Voice, this essay by Witney Pastorek cracked our shit up because it's sad and very true. How much time is spent reading and commenting on blogs every morning? We spend a total of 2 or more hours per day surfing from blog to blog to blog. That still doesn't cover some of the other blogs we have listed on the right side. This site doesn't fall into Blogging Caste System since we are not
- Bloggers who live in Williamsburg and work at Condé Nast/ are in a band
- Bloggers who live in Williamsburg and know someone who works at Condé Nast/date someone in a band
- Bloggers who live elsewhere in Brooklyn but can get to Williamsburg easily, ideally by bicycle
- Bloggers in general (residents of other parts of the country are fine, so long as those parts are Chicago, L.A., Seattle, or Manhattan)
- Non-bloggers who work at Condé Nast/are in a band
- Non-bloggers who went to high school with someone who runs a top-tier blog
- Non-bloggers who live in Queens and operate barely solvent literary magazines, the literary magazine being, as we all know, the blog of 2000, the old black, so over, etc.
Whatever. We've stopped googleing our names last year. We are not blog inclusive and we do have friends that are not active bloggers. We are not in a band (yet) but it was weird that this morning we were checking out Craigslist for apartments in Brooklyn (not Williamsburg). Our self-worth hasn't been diminished just yet.