I receive a weekly newsletter that features cool websites and web apps, and one of them was "The Book Seer". I love to read, but I always feel a sense of loss when I finish a good book. I never know what to read next. What I'd really like to do is to go back and re-read the good book I just finished, but I already know everything that happened.
"The Book Seer" allows you to plug in the title and author of a book you've just finished reading, and it gives you good recommendations for books you should read next. I've tried it, and I've found several books I want to read, so I can tell you that it does a really good job.
"The Book Seer" was developed by Apt Studio. Check it out, and check out Apt's portfolio for more cool things.
I just received my copy of the latest New York Magazine, and there's a kid on the front wearing the same outfit as pictured above, but in a different pose. The caption reads, "This is Mike the Ruler. He is 13. He is a fashion giant on Instagram." This comes just after I stumbled across a 12-year-old fashion designer named Isabella Rose Taylor who is selling her designs at Neiman Marcus or Nordstrom or something. I think it's Neiman Marcus.
WHY AM I SO OLD?!
13? Fashion giant? Cover of New York Magazine? What!? Where did I go wrong in my life? Growing up, my mom made sure I was meticulously dressed in matching ensembles of top-of-the-line kids clothes. But this kid is wearing Supreme, Rick Owens, and other ridiculously expensive streetwear fashion brands which are extremely popular at the moment. They're popular with guys my age (30-ish) with careers and funds to pay for such clothing. The guys who go for this kind of fashion probably drop entire paychecks on jackets and jeans, then ration cans of tuna for lunch and dinner the rest of the month. (See: Four Pins, a men's fashion blog.) These are straight guys, mind you.
Anyway, then this kid comes along and is clearly a spoiled pubescent whose parents can afford to drop small fortunes for size small men's streetwear and high fashion brands. In the picture above, he's wearing a Helmut Lang jacket and antique denim Levis. Algebra? Biology? Literature? No, no, no. Instead, Mike the Ruler spends his days taking selfies of himself wearing these supremely expensive duds.
I just checked, and he has over 7,500 followers on Instagram. I have like 2. If that.
You know, the more I read, the more I think I'd like this kid if I met him. This article on Four Pins paints him as a nice, intellectual kid. He's written articles and essays about fashion, and it seems to be an appropriate passion for him. I, myself, love clothes. I just can't afford anything he wears. So, while we might be able to hang and have intelligent discussions about fashion, I'll always feel pangs of jealousy while checking out his shoes. Damn kids.
I'm sure you've seen the movie Party Monster, the movie about club kid Michael Alig (played by Macaulay Culkin) and his work as the successful-but-self-destructive promoter of Limelight in New York City.
The movie's climax revolves around Michael Alig's involvement in the murder of fellow club kid and drug dealer Angel. Angel had been recruited by Alig, and became his roommate. His dealings in drugs became his downfall after Alig found his stash in the apartment and went on an all night bender with some friends. Tweaked and angry because Angel came home and caught him in the act, Alig bludgeoned and smothered Angel to death. Alig then dismembered the body and dumped it into the Hudson river. That happened in March of 1996.
As a result, Alig has spent the last 18 years in the Elmira Correctional Facility in Elmira, New York. He has been eligible for parole since 2006, but has been denied year after year. It has finally been granted, and he will be released on May 5, 2014.
Somehow, he has taken to Twitter from within the facility, and has been tweeting about his plans to make art on the outside. He's been painting in the prison, sending his work out to friends and fans. His celebrity as a promoter and club kid has kept him busy with interviews and television appearances. Most notable is his appearance in the Party Monster "Shockumentary", where he talks about his youth and involvement in the murder of Angel.
I can't wait to see what he does when he's released. You can read more about it at: The Daily Intelligencer, Black Book, Michael Alig's Twitter Account, and The Huffington Post.
It's safe to say I'm obsessed with Nurse Jackie. I also love Edie Falco, but her character is who I'm obsessed with. At the end of the last season, I thought the best of the show was behind us, but I think I'm about to like this season the most. I'm pre-favoriting this season.
SPOILER ALERT... If you haven't seen the first episode, go back to the main page.
I like Jackie more when she's using drugs. It's horrible to say, but I do. I think everyone has been exposed to a pain killer in their lifetime, so everyone knows how good it feels to be on them. I've taken more than my fair share, and I understand the addictive properties of opiates, so I relate to Jackie's struggle to a certain extent. So now that she's using again, we're in the best plot twist that could ever happen on the show.
We meet her new sponsor, who I recognize from somewhere else on TV from a long time ago. It seems as though this sponsor is pretty sassy, so I'm hoping they'll do a little partying together. I'm so excited. I feel actual excitement when this show is on, and is the only show--other than American Horror Story--that I watch without doing anything else in the background. Everything stops when Nurse Jackie is on.
I only wish it were longer. An hour-long Nurse Jackie would be fantastic! I can't wait 'til the next episode!
Dr. NakaMats is the coolest 80-year-old man ever. I just recently discovered that Hulu has a great selection of documentaries. I've seen all of the good ones that Netflix and Amazon have to offer, so I moved over to Hulu and I'm surprised at how many I've added to my queue.
The Invention of Dr. NakaMats, though, is my favorite so far. There's a preview on YouTube. Dr. Nakamats is the inventor of the floppy disk among many, many other things. He holds over 3,000 patents, thousands more than Thomas Edison who had a over 1,000.
It's awesome that he invented so many things, but that's not what's so interesting about him--it's his personality. He's unintentionally hilarious, and has a great sense of humor when he's trying to be funny. He only eats one meal a day, and his latest invention (as of the filming) is a bra for small breasted women. What a character. Do yourself a favor, get a free Hulu account and watch this documentary.
I drink several brands of tea, and one of my favorites is the Good Earth brand. Their "Matcha Maker" green tea with matcha is awesome. Their tea bags have a tag/label with their brand name and an inspiring quote beneath it. They're all pretty good, but I have three here that are my favorites:
Okay, so it's been five months and one week, but who's counting? Oh yeah, I am! I haven't had a cigarette in FIVE WHOLE MONTHS! I never thought I'd quit. I was just talking to my sister who still smokes, and I asked her if she had ever thought I would quit. She said no, she never thought I would quit, and if I did, she would quit long before me. Well, look who made it through five long months without smoking a cigarette! I'm pretty proud of myself. I was a pretty heavy smoker at a little over a pack a day, and I had trouble doing anything without having a cigarette beforehand. Actually, I had trouble doing anything without knowing I could have a cigarette break or the promise of a cigarette afterward. And coffee. Forget it. I never thought I'd be able to drink a cup of coffee without a cigarette... or seven. But I'm sitting here typing this with a cup of coffee next to my laptop, no cigarette in sight.
When I was with my sister the other day, we had been shopping at WalMart, and afterward she said she needed a cigarette. Who wouldn't? WalMart is a zoo. I smelled the cigarette she lit and I expressed out loud my satisfaction in having quit, and that I couldn't imagine smoking again. I can't. The thought of a cigarette makes my stomach turn. Which is a definite good thing. I don't want to smoke again. Lots of people say that if they were told they only had a month to live, no matter how long they had been quit, they would buy a carton of cigarettes and smoke to their death. I wouldn't. Absolutely not.
Everything smells better, especially my hair and clothes and house. I don't have to open windows in the dead of winter. I don't have to constantly chew gum or brush my teeth. I don't have to take two showers a day. I don't have to take cigarette breaks. I can taste food again, and I've discovered that I don't like certain things like buffalo wings because my taste buds can't handle the spice now that they've been stripped of the tar and nicotine. I can smell everything again, and like taste, I don't like the smell of certain things anymore. Stale smoke smell being the worst of all, but I can smell every person who just had a cigarette no matter what they do to cover the smell. It's gross.
Who would've thought I'd reach this milestone? I sure didn't think I'd make it. But I did, and I'm totally happy. The first few weeks are the hardest, but I still do catch a craving every once in awhile. When I do, I just remember how expensive and smelly it was, and how hard it was to breathe. This is awesome. If you're quitting, stick with it. It's totally worth the hassle, bad moods, and impatience. You can do it. Here's to another five months.
I subscribe to a men's fashion blog called Four Pins, and I used to love it. I read it every day since its inception, but I got one too many doses of the word "alphets" thanks to yesterday's e-mail digest. I don't know if they think they're cool or just trying too hard to be funny, but using the non-words "alphets" or "alphet" or "alphits" or "alfits" to replace "outfits" is unacceptable. It made me so mad that I unsubscribed from their e-mails. I can't stand seeing "alphets" in an otherwise intelligent blog. Here is the blog that broke the camel's back:
Long sleeve polos were very much my thing in junior high. Shit like that and rugby shirts paired with incredibly baggy khaki pants was the maneuver for a few years straight. I remember I thought a white polo like this Palace shirt, khakis and a Tigers hat worn backwards was the fucking truth when it came to alphets. I also remember hemp necklaces making sporadic appearances. Remember hot girls that made hemp necklaces? If I had a kid and he came home from school with a hemp necklace on I'd be like, "Ah, I see you, seed. You trying to get some under-the-shirt-over-the bra action at a 7:30 showing of Happy Gilmore? Just remember, not all hemp necklaces last forever, nah mean?" Yeah, I would be a pretty shitty dad.
I'm over this bullshit. Spell words as they were meant to be spelled and stop making up your own weird pop culture zeitgeist shit. It's even on Urban Dictionary, which makes it more idiotic. No one thinks it's funny. It only makes you look stupid. Stop it!
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My name is Nicholas Emeigh, but everyone calls me Nick, and I prefer it. I'm usually called Nicholas when I'm in trouble. I'm from the Philadelphia area, work in business, and fancy myself as a freelance graphic designer, writer, and artist. I have a passion for art in all its forms including music, but I restrict my singing to the shower and the car for the good of society. If you'd like to know more, just send me an e-mail. I really appreciate you stopping by.