Hey, good lookin', we'll be back to pick you up later!

This is a year end list I can definitely get behind: the 100 greatest ads of the 1980's. Better not click that link until after work.

While I have tremendous respect for the unearthing of that mulleted douchebag that sold Encyclopedia Britannica, where the hell is Connect Four? Pretty sneaky, sis.

Gah! (throws up hands in irritation)

After having the right to comment on Gawker media posts for months, I finally had a funny thought and posted a comment on Defamer today. I was very pleased with myself, and had immediate flashes of reactions: "Why, that's hilarious! What does this fellow have to say on his own blog, I wonder?"

Then I realized that I'd posted it with a glaring punctuation error. Damn you, declaratory statement in the place of a question! I don't want to live!

The 6 to the J to a walk through a deserted industrial zone to the L to the C to a Prospect Park shuttle to the A to the G to the 6

That's what it took to make 5 studio visits between Bushwick, Crown Heights, Bed-Stuy and Williamsburg in one day yesterday. That grand tour is what it took to finalize the line-up of artists for the exhibition I've been working on, that will open at the Skylight Gallery in January. I couldn't be more thrilled with the group of artists that have come together. I am perhaps most excited that Swoon has agreed to take part; I've been a huge fan of her street art, and its various iterations in galleries (most recently in an installation at the Brooklyn Museum, above in a picture I stole from someone's flickr page) and I'm still a little unprofessionally lit up that she said yes to my project.

I find her cut-paper Coney Island Cyclone especially timely now, following on the heels of the announcement that Astroland amusement park has been sold to the developers buying up all of Coney and will close at the end of the 2007 season. The dismantling continues.

She is self-employed and deals in a service.

Here we all are at the conclusion of What's My Line? last week (that's me and Clams surrounded by our panel, Garth Wingfield, Lindsay Robertson and Jonny Porkpie, and our lovely assistant Precious Little, attired as the Hannukah Elf-it was our pre-holiday show!) I think it captures how much fun we were having that night.

It turned out to be the best show we've done; everything clicked and we were running on all cylinders the whole night. The biggest boon to the evening turned out to be having a contestant drop out; we took two contestants out of the audience instead of one, and when Precious handed me the first write-in slip onstage, she just whispered, "this is real." It read: Lydia, prostitute. The second contestant from the audience: Russell, church vocal soloist. Now, the remaining pre-booked contestants were a librarian and a latex fetish wear maker; never in my wildest dreams could I have booked that line-up on purpose! They were all fabulous, and so were our mystery guests, the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players. They were exactly as adorable and sweet as anyone whose seen them live would hope them to be (and if you haven't, they have a holiday show at the Knitting Factory this month, and I cannot recommend them enough). They were genuinely thrilled to support a new independently-produced show in town, and it meant a lot that they felt that way; as long as all of the independent artists continue to support each other in this town, the genuine independent arts and culture scene will survive.