Frank Madler
Februar 2001

Last night James and I enjoyed 3AM sandwiches at Lakeview -- one tuna melt and one club, both with fries -- and shared musings/shed tears regarding various developments, past and present, within our shared group of friends. (Note to James: I've decided that believing that while happiness might equal boring, criticizing that definitely equals despicable.)

Anyway, back to the original point of this. Our waiter, who regularly serves James and his coworkers after they finish working at Libretto, was a very nice and capable gentleman. James addressed him for three quarters of the meal as "sir," until he kindly requested to be called "dude", "bro" or "Victor" (presumably his name). I asked if I could call him "brah" and he responded with a sharp "No". The three of us all then laughed, and I think James was pleased at this next step he had taken with someone (Victor?) he now sees approximately 2-3 times a week.

We happily enjoyed the rest of our meal and promptly hopped into a cab. Once we arrived home, I thanked the 40-year-old(ish) cab driver, saying something like "Thank you, sir, and have a good night." He turned around and responded with "Don't call me sir, call me dude or bro!"

When did "sir" become obsolete or, even, offensive? Sure, if someone called me "ma'am" I would be a little put-off, but I didn't think "sir" shared the same connotations.

GOSH MA, THE WORLD SURE IS CHANGING!

See Patrick, Gchat is a totally legitimate way to communicate on the internet. Some of us (not me) have jobs that do not allow Facebook chat and

they need to get through the work day somehow too.

me: sbux fucked up my order

so i had an extra latte

but the girl i have a crush on at the bakery wasn't there

but i still traded it with some other girl for a free croissant

Shona: oh nice, yum

me: damn, i was hoping you would say something funnier in response to justify blogging this conversation

A Serious Man -- seriously good.
A level of quietness and a degree of honesty the Coens haven't reached (focusing on other things) in a while.
Catching up on the best films of 2009 has been surprisingly satisfying.

DON'T LET R.KELLY IN YOUR KITCHEN
(courtesy of adrienne, a loyal reader)

At long last, some good news about poor, berated John Edwards: He reportedly (obviously) made a sex tape!

One clever commenter aptly pointed out that the term "sex tape" is a slight misnomer, as Edwards supposedly made a DVD; however, "SVD" is just not that appealing.

The Zipper -- What position do you sleep in?

Thanks to James for introducing me to Japanuary
(and the man I'm meant to marry).

This is a picture of me listening to our new record player, followed by a picture of how I feel about it.

Waldemar Hansson and Max Moden, Fault Magazine 2010

My Daily Routine

David Zilber 

Really impressive.
And best final scene I can remember.

(Ladies, don't see this on a day you're feeling insecure about ____________.)

I'm reasonably certain that this is the first video that turned me on.

Jay-Z ft. Chrisette Michele, Lost One
Lauryn Hill, Lost Ones

The Best Music Video Ever Made

(love from DSB in Berlin)

Charting the Beatles

(via Gawker)

Dan Graham
Body Press
1970-72