MoPgh

Uf. The poster for The Mysteries of Pittsburgh is everywhere in NYC. They’re finally pushing it out to the masses.

The book was rubbish. Michael Chabon was clearly an outsider writing about a city he had only an imperfect understanding of–a city that he tried to transform into something it’s not.

I met a girl just Monday night – in NYC, not State College – who was introduced to me as “The Queen of Pittsburgh” before either the introducer or the introduced knew that I’m from Pittsburgh. (I was heartily reminded of Chabon, because both he and the girl claimed Pittsburgh as their own only because they went to college there.) I couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her expense; the hyperbole of her introduction coupled with her profound ignorance of the city was painful to witness.

Despite the poor source material and the fact that Sienna Miller (the bikini-clad, vacuous smiler, above, in case you didn’t know) talked some serious smack on Pittsburgh, I’ll probably go see it. There should at least be some great, familiar views of the city.

Image via The Mysteries of Pittsburgh Poster – Sienna Miller – Empire Movies.

Times Square, New Year’s Eve

I was there: Regarde. We moved significantly closer to the centennial ball as the night progressed. Also, it looked much bigger when it wasn’t viewed through a camera lens.

It was fun; I don’t know why people say it’s tedious. All you need is some chums, something to keep warm, and a bit of endurance.

Good times. (Yep, those are purple, glittery 2008 glasses. Scored for two bones!)

Note: You have to view the complete post to be able to click the links to my photos. Goddamn theme! >:^<