The 2008 National Magazine Award winners are:
— National Geographic for General Excellence (over 2,000,000
circulation)
— The New Yorker for General Excellence (1,000,000 to 2,000,000
circulation)
— GQ for General Excellence (500,000 to 1,000,000 circulation)
— Backpacker for General Excellence (250,000 to 500,000 circulation)
— Mother Jones for General Excellence (100,000 to 250,000 circulation)
— Print for General Excellence (under 100,000 circulation)
— Popular Mechanics for Personal Service
— New York for Leisure Interests
— National Geographic for Reporting
— The Nation for Public Interest
— Atlanta for Feature Writing
— Vanity Fair for Profile Writing
— New Letters for Essays
— Rolling Stone for Columns and Commentary
— The Atlantic for Reviews and Criticism
— Conde Nast Portfolio for Magazine Section
— The Virginia Quarterly Review for Single-topic Issue
— Wired for Design
— Gourmet for Photography
— National Geographic for Photojournalism
— Vanity Fair for Photo Portfolio
— Harper’s Magazine for Fiction
— RunnersWorld.com for General Excellence Online
— BusinessWeek.com for Personal Service Online
— Bicycling.com for Interactive Feature
The answer is always “Satan."
what i am doing this weekend:
-seeing iron man.
-buying iron man ps2 game.
-sleeping.
-crying.
-eating grilled corn at boulevard.
-seeing iron man twice.
The Tiddy Bear. (from today’s links at The House Next Door.)
I just enjoy how the chorus sounds like “UH OH….UH OH…" as if they know the mistake they’re making—but just can’t stop themselves.
The Most Relaxing Ukulele Song with Kaiju. Ever.
Why does Ultraman Mebius kick the alien for jaywalking?
Why I Love Rupert Everett for more than Cemetery Man
Are you Vegans or Scientologists?
After spending all day at Union Station, getting a late train back to New York and feeling like general hell, I come across the eternal joy that is the L train. While riding on the Brooklyn-bound side, I come across Pixie Hair Vegan, Creepy Goatee Vegan and Tiny Asian Girl with Dreads.
Tiny Asian Girl:So, can you eat fish?
Creepy Goatee Guy:(shakes head amusingly) No, we don't eat fish.
Discussion on what it means to be vegan continues. Finally Tiny Asian Girl with Dreads gets off.
Pixie Hair Vegan:Oh wow, she is the perfect candidate.
Creepy Goatee Guy:You're right. She'll be a perfect addition.
Me:(vaguely disturbed by all of this and hoping the liquor store is open by the time I get out. It isn't. Neither is the diner. Neither is the bodega. Neither is the pizza place. Sunday nights blow.)
“I like Barack Obama! Hillary Clinton is a poo!”
“Oh, to be young, naive and famous. I can’t wait until she’s old, broken and republican.”
“Ver ess your tux-eeeedo? Ess gone!”
things i did during the white house press correspondents' dinner and after-party
-Realized that our government is a sad sham if Fall-Out Boy dude, his rhinoplastic-fantastic girlfriend, the creepy redhead from the ABC show about MILFs, the guy that isn’t patrick dempsy from Pretty Doctors with Problems and the Jonas Brothers are more important than heads of state.
-OMFG THE JONAS BROTHERS ARE THE BIGGEST THING SINCE INTERNET PORNOGRAPHY
-it is so incredibly easy to get into the the dinner, even if you’re a creepy mid-40 something with a hat that reads “Operation Iraqi Freedom," wears 1970s Tennis player glasses and look like you’re going to murder someone.
-volunteer staff are forbidden from making eye contact with “famous guests."
-the red carpet “perp walk" is dangerous when it is raining and water leaks through the sealing. then through the hot lamps.
-Stumblebum Brass Band is incredible.
-"B Unit" is the magic pass card key thing that will make A-list journalists in their early 50s go fucking ape shit.
-D.C. after-parties can’t hang past 3 am.
-Kal Penn has the unfortunate super power of being cornered and holding symposiums on the state of education and Indian-American affairs in a bathroom.
-Blisters hurt.
-Garden brunch parties are awesome.
-David Carr is still my favorite all-time media person. If only for showing up to a garden brunch to say hello, participate in a mock vote and then leave to go to a wedding. And put up with me bumbling around going “uh…I…um…Reeler…ah…yeah."
-Choire Sicha was fucking everywhere. The Suit/Nikes combo will definitely be D.C. fashion by Tuesday.
-Red carpets are the devil’s work.
from Danger Room
d.c. scenes: baby, i wanna fuck you. can i have a dollar?
walking to d.c. branch office, pass a young guy on the street outside of a mcdonalds in a wizards’ jersey and jean shorts. he’s talking to an older black woman who looks aghast and immedately walks away. guy then walks up to two “typical d.c." temp types.
temp type girls: [chatter]
guy: pardon me, ladies. but [turns to one,a redhead in glasses] baby, i wanna fuck you. [turns back to the other one] Can I have a dollar?
d.c. scenes: fat and poor
casually walking from union station to d.c. office of bizbash when i pass an old, black man in a wheel chair with no shirt on and holes in his sweat pants.
me: …
old man: …you’re fat and you’re poor!
ah, d.c.
my eyes. fuck you, warren ellis. fuck you.