Fret not, readers, I haven't fallen down a well. I've moaned about it at length previously, but I'm in the throes of a transitionary state at the moment. Between grappling with the complexities of a new job situation and my kids going back to school, it's been quite a hectic, stressful time here at Pablum Towers. I'm hoping the stress lightens up soon. In the interim, here are just a few tiny items I thought were worth passing on.
My post on the ninth anniversary of Sept. 11th got picked up and summarily bounced through the ceiling by Boing Boing. In the span of two days, the traffic here on Flaming Pablum rapidly quadrupled and I suddenly fielded a volley of comments from all over the interweb. Not all of them were charitable, unsurprisingly, and I actually wrote a fairly lengthy retort to one of them (who referred to this weblog as a "liberal memory hole" -- liberal? Absolutely. Memory hole? Go fuck yourself!), but decided that it was too needlessly maudlin and pointless to fully engage in, so let's leave it there, shall we?
The lovely photo at the top of this post -- from a West Village street corner during a thunder storm in the summer of 1969 -- was taken by one Ed Yourdon. I happened upon a cache of his photos from that same year on Flickr, and they're well worth checking out. Click right here to do just that.
My friend, former TIME Magazine colleague and inexplicable gun nut, Nathan Thornburgh has recently started contributing to a roundly amusing parenting blog called Dadwagon. It rocks. Read it.
Ya think we got off light and everything is okay in the wake of the summer's BP oil spill in the Gulf? Think again.
Sk8r beats Hater: This story is just entirely awesome.
Jeremiah Moss posted a really lovely rumination about one of my favorite places in the city, The Old Town Bar & Grill on East 18th Street.
I was shocked, appalled, horrified and incredulous to learn that the East Village incarnation of Ruben's Empanadas has closed for good. There is no God.
My favorite new music website is The Quietus. It's smart, insightful, well-written and they devote space to bands that I happen to give a great goddamn about like Killing Joke and SWANS. What's not to like?
Speaking of Killing Joke -- something I'm wont to do -- the new album is in on the verge of being released -- and it's brilliant. Herewith one of my favorite tracks... play it really fucking loud.
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