the thing that’s hardest about being me is this: the moment i have myself convinced i’m a generous person and totally not one of those evil queers everyone loves to sit by at dinner parties, some asshat does something so stereotypically faggoty that i turn into a grade-z margaret cho. just. like. that.

at crobar, some overweight idiot walked in trying to do white from head to toe—in a blacklight envorinment. i mean really. this look is all about having a silhouette as classic as a piranesi. you have to be built like (or be draped like) a roman god to pull it off. unfortunately, the guy looked like a doughy german tourist. i had no choice. he made me. idiots in theme outfits deserve a complete harvest of all my hate.

“su. check it out. doing the all white thing white, three o’clock.”

“ooooOOOOOoooo, adventurous!”

“isn’t it supposed to snow tonight? will he get lost?”

“probably. he’ll walk outside with his drunk friends and everyone will go, he was right there, i swear! and then he’ll jump out and go, ha ha, i am right here! and then hopefully someone will punch him out just for being a dork.”

so of course i called the delusional twat “snowflake” for the rest of the night. god.

marian bjantes, who’s actually one of my favorite designers, posted the best thread i’ve ver seen at speak up: what makes santa, as deconstructed through the communicator’s eye.

this kid’s got a good eye and an elegant sense of spatial organization. someone hire him when he graduates.

also, jason salavon’s “late night triad” will be on display on the media test wall at MIT until january, 30. spend some time with jason’s work—he creates some of the smartest modern anthropology i’ve ever seen.

why was i not informed earlier that john maeda has a blog? (google link for those of you living under rocks for the past decade.)

half of alder and elias is an occasional fellow nightlife twerp named justin. su and i met justin when he nearly ran us over on his bike to give us fliers for a show in wicker park, after having apparently seen us at hydrate (which is a horrifying gay bar he works at). check them out. rapid-fire, bitchy electro. good stuff.

upon doing some research to find the value of a toy i own, i found a great exhibit of dalek’s work.

a first person eulogy from william drenttel. always interesting to hear personal stories of folks whose public images are so completely overblown.