profound observations about stuff

*Music. I am becoming one of them. I really like the Kills, and I love Bloc Party, but I hate the Roseland. Because I've been a dumbdumb about getting concert tickets before they sell out, I haven't actually seen these bands and would very much like to, but merely knowing that they've played much cooler, smaller, funner (yes, funner) venues makes me incapable of seeing them at a lamer, bigger, shittier one. Something about the Roseland just sucks the life out of a band. Excuse me while I go smoke a Parliament and contemplate what kind of star tattoo to get.

*Vermin. Cockroaches love dental hygeine. Two summers ago I caught a cockroach feasting on the head of my toothbrush. Fortunately, it was loving those bristles long time, so I was able to throw out the contaminated brush before I had a chance to use it. (Though in retrospect, this may not have been the first time that had happened. Eeeeeeesh.) Then, after brushing my teeth last night, (my toothbrush is now suspended on the wall in this weird, less cockroach-friendly contraption left by my subletter) I reached for the bottle of Listerine and noticed a familiar set of antennae poking out from behind the big black cap. I suppressed the intense desire to convulse and scream and jump up and down, cleared away the expensive hair-styling products that I never use, and sprayed the shit out of that Listerine with my Raid can. Bear in mind that I have a very tiny bathroom in a very tiny apartment. I am so getting cancer.

*Internerds. Bloggers love them some drama. If you know anything about the Lindsayism/Stephanie Klein antagonism, you will find this Overheard entry quite hilarious on two, maybe three levels.

*Rich People. People in New York are really fucking rich, and no matter how long I live here it will never cease to amaze me. My boss at the hedge fund, who is all of about 33, blows my JPMorganStanleyGoldmanStearnsBrothers bosses (and THEIR bosses) way out of the water when it comes to money. Yesterday I noticed on his Outlook calendar that he was going to look at a brownstone between Fifth and Madison in the East 70's (basically NYC's socialite playground.) Today he reported back that it is five floors plus a basement for a total of 6,600 square feet, and that at only $1,300 per square foot it is "actually on the low end." Well I broke out a calculator, ladies and gentlemen, and that comes to 8.58 million dollars. And I don't really have anything else to say after that.