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A very talented art director/designer friend is interested in moving to an agency position (he’s currently inhouse at a hip lifestyle/fashion company).
If you either work in an advertising agency in NYC or know people who do, and you’re game to share your insights with him, please drop me a line.
Thanks, I appreciate it very much. [And I know it’s a lot to ask, especially coming on the heels of last week’s “hey, check out my advertisers!” request and all…]

But democracy starts at home.
VOTE.

Do whatever it takes. Kill the whole friggin’ space program. Put NASA out of business; my wife can find another job. Bankrupt the entire airline industry, and ground every plane. I don’t care.
Just please, Xeni, please stop it with the PR pablum from some zero-G plane that last made the news during the shooting of Apollo 11. It wasn’t interesting when Howard, Hanks & Bacon blabbed on about it, either, but at least they stopped after the movie came out. Unless you’re going to ride a on-loan-from-Marketing Segway in a parabolic arc, get off the plane; the flight landed a long time ago.
“Previous BB posts: 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” [BoingBoing: Xeni Flies Zero-G #10]

greg and the rest of the .org gang are on a bit of a trip this week, back on Monday. You can stare at the screen all you want, but there are no bloopers, and there’s no silly coda after the Kodak credit fades.

I’m going to be traveling in Japan for a couple of weeks, with no computer (^o^) that’s a Japanese shocked emoticon. If they have the “internet” over there, and it doesn’t involve a lot of phone-typing, I’ll keep in touch.
In the mean time, keep reading and re-reading the Gabriel Orozco thing, I guess.

Three may be a trend, but four makes it a regular feature. I’m going to start collecting protest tips, fashion, and celebrity profiles in the runup to the RNC. Come September, greg.org could become a veritable InStyle magazine of Republican Convention protesting, the must-read bible for the protesting lifestyle.
Today’s installment is a 2-for-1.
How Russell Simmons would protest: Let photographer Glen E. Friedman post Linkin Park and Bronski Beat lyrics in the windows of a loft he owns overlooking the WTC site.
how boingboing’er and NPR-jockey Xeni Jardin would protest the Republican Convention: by promoting another event as an alternative, like, say, a phonecam photo exhibit she curated.
Other How’d They Protests:
Louis Malle
Me

Three may be a trend, but four makes it a regular feature. I’m going to start collecting protest tips, fashion, and celebrity profiles in the runup to the RNC. Come September, greg.org could become a veritable InStyle magazine of Republican Convention protesting, the must-read bible for the protesting lifestyle.
Today’s installment is a 2-for-1.
How Russell Simmons would protest: Let photographer Glen E. Friedman post Linkin Park and Bronski Beat lyrics in the windows of a loft he owns overlooking the WTC site.
how boingboing’er and NPR-jockey Xeni Jardin would protest the Republican Convention: by promoting another event as an alternative, like, say, a phonecam photo exhibit she curated.
Other How’d They Protests:
Louis Malle
Me

You know how, in The World According to Garp, Robin Williams buys a house right after a plane crashes into it, because, hey, what are the odds of that happening again?
If you ascribe to a Garpian worldview, I invite you join me on Server30 at totalchoicehosting.com, where you’ll now be safe from DOS zombification and 5-day reconfiguration of all your websites.
Of course, then your mother would only five years older than you, and that s#*& is just (%!$ed up, man.

— and crying, because we bought the last bottle of Kosher for Passover Coke at the Safeway.
Why? Because on Saturday morning, while all the Jews slept in their beds–with their appliances turned off–NPR broadcast a story about the little batch of Coke made with actual sugar instead of the Archer Daniels-Midland-preferred corn syrup [note: creepy link], and, in a fit of manufactured nostalgia, all the goys in town emptied the shelves of this sacred beverage.

A Wednesday night visit to the West 46th Street spa supported both the guidebooks and the women’s accounts. Face down on a massage table, a reporter found it hard to even notice whose hands were at work.
But when asked in Spanish, the masseuse said her name was Rosa, she was 19 and from Ecuador, and she had lived and worked there for a year and a half, seven days a week, for $300. That day, she had started at 10 a.m., and said she might finish at 2 a.m.
“It’s hard,” she said.

—Women Complain of Hellish Life at Upscale Spa, by Nina Bernstein, NYT

The Japanese word for neighborhood is kinjo, which transliterates as “place nearby.” Did Nick and Meg and co. have this in mind when they launched Kinja? Who knows?
I’m trying out Kinja Digests as maps to online neighborhoods where my site and my attentions can be found: film and filmmaking weblogs and the mutually admiring community of (mostly New York) weblogs who introduce me to much of my news.

It is well known that polygamists were big fans of healthful eating. Thus, this recipe from the Seven Wives’ Inn in St. George, Utah* for the most excellent granola I’ve ever had:
8 c. old fashioned oats
1.5 c brown sugar
1 c almonds (or more, to taste)
1 c raw cashews (or more, to taste)
1 c coconut
1 c sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, or a mixture of both
1.5 c wheatgerm
0.5 c water
0.5 c vegetable oil
0.5 c honey
0.5 c creamy peanut butter
2 t vanilla
1-1.5 c raisins or craisins (optional)
Directions: Stir to blend: oats, sugar, nuts, seeds, coconut, wheatgerm. Combine water, oil, honey and pb in saucepan; bring to boil, stirring until pb is dissolved. Pour over oat mixture, stir to coat thoroughly. Place in a single layer on 2- sprayed 10×15 pans. Bake at 200F for 60-70 min. Cool. Stir in vanilla and raisins. Store in airtight container or freeze for longer term storage (e.g. Second Coming, Apocalypse, etc.).
* In southern Utah, locals call the readily identifiable polygamists on the street or in the store by the vaguely pejorative “polygs.”

Yeah, Jimmy Fallon said so, too, but dude. Bill Murray.
[Morning-After Correction: upon review the tape, Mr. Murray’s full quote should be, “Well, I thought you were funny. I laughed at all that stuff that no one else got.”
…
Did I tell you I met Jimmy Fallon?]
Related: Gawker’s clearer-eyed play-by-play.

GreenCine finds a hi-larious pair of entertainment news stories on IMDb Friday: A new biography of Robert DeNiro tells about his unsuccessful pursuit of the young Whitney Houston, but that’s not the half of it.

Horseshoes and hand grenades? Feh. These days, some people think close counts in WMD’s and the war on terror. Alls I know is, after a week of editing in 15-minute stints (interspersed with crying and diaperchanging and bottlefeeding), close counts on stylesheets, too.
Beyond the cleaner integration of long-form Features and filmmaker interviews, MT brings addition of categories, which will make recurring themes and topics a little easier to follow.
Chief among these: production diaries, development notes, and news for each film project
Whether it pays for yachts for my coke-head grandchildren, gets my ass sued by Conde Nast, or prompts simple UI improvements on the magazine’s website, one feature I’m interested in watching is This Week in The Magazine, aka New Yorker Magazine Database. If you’ve ever wanted to write for the NYMDb, your chance is coming soon.
Anyway, let me know what’s wrong, what’s missing, etc. And if you have particular expertise with 1) archive pagination and 2) category-specific template tweaking, don’t be shy. I’ll be here.