Who knew that authors had such a way with words? You figure if they can be so descriptive and explanatory they would have been able to do something about print dying. But I digress as I picture my co-blogger launching a hot cup of grande latte at my head.
Jay-Z really does get schooled here. Smith Mag held a contest to see who can better Mr. H to the Izzo in just 6 words. I appreciate that the intention isn’t to gloat, rather to reclaim the description of New York put forth by “Empire State of Mind.” Hova maybe an easy target on this one, but even I noticed that despite how much I love the anthem, the lyrics are hollow.
Jay-Z: “The city of sin is a pity on a whim.”
Smith Mag Author: “Can’t have simultaneously: job, apt, relationship.”
That the author’s re-imagining of the verses are both funnier and more compelling is a tribute to the talent that goes into the art of writing. Oh and every description being 6 words in length is like a big middle finger to Twittter. Awesome.
Dirty armpits. Yup, I’m sad to say but it’s true. Well, I’m not sad that it smells like that. I’m sad that I know what it smells like because there is no reason to know what it smells like. I don’t intentionally water down my Jameson. Yes, I like an ice cube and yes it will melt but people splash water in even the best whiskeys. This was no slight watering down to reduce the bite my friends, this was the dirty act of a shit-head bartender.
OK, it probably wasn’t the bartender’s fault. I’m sure this offensive directive comes down from management, so perhaps I should be referring to shit-head managers. The idea that the 400% markup is not enough makes me so angry. How hard is it to be a little honest?
This is a rare occurrence but having just experienced it forced me to vent. Jameson on the rocks $10. That’s about two shots for what buys you 1/4 of a liter at a liquor store. But I get it, I know a bar needs to make money. And hey, we’re all willing to shell out for it. So at least, please, give me what I pay for.