Joren+Kyle Aren't Nerds

Last night (this morning) Joren and I went to BLive's super-sweet party, and then, at about 3:30am decided we just weren't ready to be done. So we did what any attractive, successful, virile young men would do in that situation: we went to the 24-hour Apple store! For those of you unaware, Apple opened a 24-hour, 7-days a week store on 5th ave, and it's awesome. Especially at 4am. But especially if you've been drinking caffeine-infused vodka for most of the evening. These pictures, taken with an iSight on the new macbooks, can attest to that.

Yes Please!

My friend Betsy, who throws totally rockin' parties, is reprezentin' this Friday with Yes please, described thusly:

This Friday night B*Live is joining forces with Loveless Music Group to present Yes Please, our new Friday night party at East Village rock lounge, Club Midway. We have 2 bands and 4 djs playing everything from Old Skool dnb, to Electro-Rock, to New Wave Indie faves.

Mark you calendars for September 8. Our first party will feature Elika, Soundpool, The Invisible Kid, DJ Tedbot, TimmyG from East Village Radio, and Ryan from Project Skyward. You know p.i.n.k vodka will be there- all pink cocktails are 2-4-1 all night long. Free upstairs, $5 cover downstairs for the bands.

Check out B*Live's website for more info. I will be there. Will you?

Woe Betide Mike D, eh.

Poor, poor Michael. Those fuckin' Canadians have committed yet another atrocity upon an innocent American. While Michael and Cheyanne were visiting the seemingly fair city of Montreal, Michael's laptop, firewire drives, and his Mbox were stolen from their car. Years of potential genius snatched away like so many pieces of Peameal back bacon. Hopefully insurance will help in the purchase of new gear, but the damage has been done. I propose we send Tara Reid up on a "Good-Will" mission, and sit back while the country crumbles in the wake of tequila shooters and a sea of saline. In the meantime, go to Friend Factory Rock, the home of Michael's solo project and brilliant stories and revel in the artifacts we have left.