vice magazine is one of the most downright funniest and astonishingly different pubications around. many a happy moment has been spent rummaging through its pages. since it's free, you can't get it at barnes and noble, and you're kind of left to running from record store to coffee shop trying to pick up a copy. and since no major corporations advertise in the mag, they can pretty much say whatever they want.

one of the funnier weekly columns is the do's and don'ts section. what do you do when you think you know a don't?(bottom row, third picture from the left)

here's a random site of indian recipes, with a link to more recipes. after making a somewhat successful tofu, tomato, and spinach curry last week i'm ready to take a stab at aloo motor gobi. wish me luck.

i'm sorry, but nobody gives me that "life is wonderful and everything's gonna be alright" feeling like charo. i would really like to have lunch with her, or have her as the first guest on my syndicated variety show.

ben kweller used to live in my apartment and they played his song on wber today, how cool is that? (it is a very catchy song by the way)

ok, ok, i know you've all wondered how i have the money to travel all around the world in my oddball attempts to complete my faberge egg collection. well, little did y'all know that i've been doing a little wheeling and dealing (whatever that means) here and there, and that a simple yahoo search will reveal the following scandalous information about yours truly:

Beltrami Enterprises owns a 3300-acre parcel of land in Foster Township and its owner, Louis Beltrami, naturally sees an opportunity here. Mr. Beltrami anticipates that he can generate $23.25 million the first year of operation, even if he restricts his business to Pennsylvania garbage. check it out.

over the past week my inbox has been inundated with various forwards regarding the attack on the world trade center. i've found some of them to be a bit insensitive, some were rather insightful, and some were astoundingly ignorant. i'm going to abuse my web space and get on my soap box for a bit, and then welcome back space girl will go back to being a web site about nothing.

first off, my sincerest condolences to those who have or may have lost someone as a result of this disaster. there was an hour or so where i had no idea where my boyfriend was. even though he didn't work in the financial district, i was unsure how what was happening was affecting the subways underground, and the panic i experienced cannot be described. i can't even imagine what the families and friends of the victims are going through right now. my sympahties also go to those that survived the attack, and i wish them a speedy mental and physical recovery.

although i'm very lucky in that i've lost no loved ones or acquaintances, it's still something that has affected me greatly. to put it simply, new york is my home, and my home has been fucked with. walking around manhattan now is not unlike walking through your apartment after being burglarized. someone has intruded, and you're afraid they're going to come back. the smoke from the world trade center blew debris to my rooftop in brooklyn, and i've smelled the stifling stench you hear about on tv; the combination of concrete dust, burnt plastic and electrical wire, and human flesh that sits in your lungs and stays there. i still jump when i hear the subway moving under my apartment. everyone is in a state of wanting things to return to normalcy, noone fully grasps the fact that this has actually happened.

i can remember when the towers were first attacked, one of the news commentators started saying "there is no way we as a country can go back to doing the irresponsible things we've gotten away with. our government, the media, and our global corporations are all going to change as a result of this". only adding to the tragedy is the fact that absolutely nothing has changed. our wacky ignorant president has only become a gung-ho charicature of his already laughable self. "infinite justice" sounds like a bad steven segal movie, not a tactical move in which more innocent lives are going to be lost. the citizens of this country are coping, not by educating themselves, but by hunting down the now elusive american flag like it's the newest beanie baby or pokemon card. people will applaud any half-assed attack at anything middle eastern, while having absolutely no idea that by filling up the gas guzzling suv at shell, heading over to mcdonalds for a super size extra value meal, and going next door to pick up a fabulously overpriced sweater at banana republic, they are helping to do more harm to the world than bush is probably (or should i say hopefully) capable of. people need proper information as to what is going on in this country and the rest of the world. the mainstream media in this country continues to focus on largely inconsequential news items to appease their advertisers. if you think that the most important thing happening this summer was a bunch of shark attacks i've got a bridge i'd like to sell you. i'm not even going to begin to get into the amount of misguided racism flowing through the country's veins right now.

i'm not saying we deserved this, noone deserves what has happened, and i'd be relieved to see proper actions taken against whoever is behind all of this. what i'm saying is that we as a country are headed directly down the wrong path right now, and quite frankly, i'm frightened.

i would like to thank everyone that helped me try to contact the love of my life and my mom on tuesday. i'm still a bit shaken by the whole thing.

i'd also like to add that my six hours of marathon booty shaking would not be possible if it weren't for red bull. thank you, red bull, for the unnerving state of cat like readiness your sweet nectar provides.

he really lost me for a while there, but after two consecutive mind-blowing visits to vinyl i think it's safe to say danny's back. friday night was all about sick ass earth shattering tribal polyrhythms, and i'll give you five bucks if you can get silicone soul's "right on right on" (first part of real audio clip) out of my head.

hey man, remember grunge? oh wait, grunge is still around. oops. well, we've done enough 80's weekends so we'll forcefeed people this instead of actually showing videos.

halcyon. nuff said.

it's a good idea to incorporate the hunger site into your normal rotation of mindless web surfing. bookmark it.

well, i got home from work today and finally made friends with the new mixer i bought a year or so ago. if all goes well i might have post some mixes here in a couple months.

is my new look mondrian enough for you? well, is it... punk?

ahhh, only 19 days away. please do not call me on the night of september 25th, as i will be watching this.

this past weekend i rented hanibal. i have the following advice for you.
if you:
a) upon its initial theatrical release, found silence of the lambs to be a rather intriguing and suspensful movie (you may find it a bit overrated and dated now, and i swear i will not hate you for feeling that way).
b) feel that competent storytelling and a decent narrative flow are pretty much essential for enjoying what is supposed to be serious drama
c) have a brain
you will probably hate this movie as much as i did. watch best in show instead.

this magnificently scathing piece of scripture was brought to my attention by the bnews guy. please do not eat popcorn while reading this.