Ms. Education – Neurotic Society (Compulsory Mix)

SnapTrakks, Soundtrek, TK:LA



We’re living in a joke time, metaphorical coke time
Commerce and guru men, run the whole world man
Broke world and debauchery, old world brutality
Cold world kills softly
Whole world works savagely
Greedy men and pride fiends program TV screens
Quick-scam and drag queens
Real life blast fiends
Think twice this past dream

ADMIAS: “Lindsay Lohan” – A Richard Philips Film

art, TK:NYC


Set to a fuzzed-out shoegaze background, the video shows Lohan emerging from a pool of water set against an expanse of ocean. She stares into the camera, the apparent symbolism emphasizing her rebirth and victory over those nasty drug and theft problems. Crashing waves and a fade out of Lohan’s face bring it all home. –Kyle Chaka, Hyperallergic

 A journey soon begins its prize reflected in another’s eyes;

BlinkkMEdia: Justin Bieber/Jon Stewart Go Shark-Jumping on the Daily (Show)


“And now for your moment of call me when it ends Zen…”

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Hey Jon and Justin, do you know what every body-switching spoof says about you behind your back? Hmm? They say that you’re a UWS-friendly Fox and Friends, that’s a less hot version of me! Yeah, so don’t try to act so… – just don’t! You can take that outdated Adam Sandler pseudo-smug facade, pre-pubescent hair flip, and shove it right up your sterile sanity-rallying swagger coach’s hairy (cue the school bus) #BOOM

Love, Freaky Friday

We Are… 90210 #happyholidays

Soundtrek, TK:NYC, Uncategorized

Why look anywhere else than Vanity Fair for the encapsulation of all things braggadocio-on-bazaar (yes, including you Harper’s) on the most spectacular of all days? Happy 90210: it’s a celebration. Today the world is a crystal ball of fame: past, present, and post-apocalyptic – nothing screams Hollywood Kid like Lindsay “Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop” Lohan



in a state full of stars, a wish only is a shot away from reality

And when she first moved to L.A., Lohan says, “it was very go-go-go and I had a lot of responsibility; and I think just the second I didn’t have [structure] anymore—I was 18, 19—with a ton of money and no one really here to tell me that I couldn’t do certain things … And I see where that’s gotten me now, and I don’t like it.” She says tabloids were her main source of news, and calls that “really scary and sad… I would look up to those girls… the Britneys and whatever. And I would be like, I want to be like that.”

but be careful what you wish for…

… because you just might get it #getit?

Re-Branding America: “It must be the shoes!”


When I grow up I want to be famous; I want to be a star — I want to be in shoe-vies:

Nicole knows that just because California is broke, her ankles don’t have to be. Hopefully more stars on and off the court will take heed

Broke ankles are the leading cause of young stars going broke. Dancers are equally prone to broke ankles as ballers — just ask MC Hammer, who wasn’t aware of the ankle insurance package when he shuffled his parachute pants into bankruptcy. You don’t even have to be “on your feet” to be afflicted though, ask Lindsay Lohan. Her Ferragamos just weren’t enough support on that fateful Summer’s eve of evasive driving; broke ankles, broke people.

Still not convinced? Fair enough. One final note though: broke ankles break people, and they break their dreams — anywhere, any time. Even aimless wanderers are susceptible: en route from one bar to the next pub, or public phone — I don’t judge — and bam! Snap, crackle, pop goes the ankles. What starts as a simple lack of proper shoe support and stability




was it Fielder-Civil; or was it the shoes?

Broke ankles. Broke people.

But it doesn’t have to end it tragedy, just look at Mr. West; with ankle insurance like his, no wonder they call him Mr. By-his-self-he-so-impressed — him and these fine fellows

And ladies, don’t let dresses get in the way of security. What is the only thing these three had missing when they got out of the car (other than their knickers):


ankle insurance. Heels + dress + car insures nothing — except a tabloid scandal. Luckily, dresses are covered in the insurance plan.

Watch this space: From style to safety — whether showstoppin’ or ankle poppin’ — look no further than your feet, because it always comes down to the shoes — literally.

The Re-Branding of America: Swine Flu, Souter, Spiderwebs, Scratches, Game Sevens – The Week in ‘S’


Quick in-and-out recap post. The only thing more prevalent this week than the Swine Flu was the letter S …

Starting with — as it was primarily due to — the Swine flu


and followed up by what is actually afflicting half of the reported cases: Sinuses


eHarmony member #612679: Lindsay Lohan


yes. pop’s teflon donatella: looking for love, someone to spend the rest of her life with — or, at least, the rest of her probation with

I would describe my personality as creative — I’m  a bit of a night-owl. I’m a workaholic; I’m a shopaholic … and according to the State of California: an alcoholic — as well as a threat to all security guards, if they work at hotels.

Watch this space: you can’t catch her, she’s the gingerhead girl

How Lindsay is Saving Print Media


Desperate times call for desperate measures. In an era where print media needs something — anything — to sell their stories and space, Lindsay Lohan graciously extends her freckled forearm to the fourth estate.


Ronson broke it off with her girlfriend of nearly two years last Friday, and hired five security guards to keep Lohan out of an afterparty for her sister Charlotte at the Chateau Marmont. (Lohan was staying directly one floor above the Ronsons with her mom Dina and sister Ali.)

The next day, Ronson changed the locks on the Hollywood Hills home she shared with Lohan. On Monday, Ronson’s mom and sister asked police about obtaining a restraining order against Lohan, Beverly Hills Sgt. Nutall confirms to Us.

Everything shifts down: online took over print journalism, so print journalism is taking over grocery store novels — the point is, it sells. I feel like I’ve seen something like this before … weather starting to heat up, like the tumultuous tales of Hollywood Kids … hotels, parties, johnny law, haters … breakups leading to breakdowns … leading to …


“That is one of her best characteristics,” agrees Lutfi. He turns to me. “Her big thing with me is that she doesn’t want me defending her against anything fake in the magazines. But she understands that’s the way they make their money, because it’s the way she made hers too. She really doesn’t care anymore.”

He thinks for a moment. “You know, this is so much more than a magazine article — we’ve been doing dictation, she’s been telling me her story, and I’ve been writing it all down. It would make a great book!”

A world without Britney, where she is set aside in rehab or a psychiatric center, is hard to contemplate: Seventy-five paps gather around the entrances to Britney’s gated community. These guys are jaded after all that’s happened. “Man, Britney can’t die, because then I don’t get my money!”

Making money is easy as pie: Just turn people into profitable products for the press, the predatory paparazzi, and the perusing public. It’s almost too easy. The only rule is they can’t die; you just have to make them crazy enough to make them wish they were dead — it makes for good viewing.

Britney’s tale was literally unbelievable — watchable because it was insanely car-wreckish, and reflective of the viewing public’s environment: “She’s the perfect celebrity for America in decline: Like President Bush, she just doesn’t give a fxxk, but at least we won’t have to clean up after her mess for the rest of our lives.”

Even if it doesn’t bring out the best in her, Lindsay’s breakup reflects a more socially-conscious America — silver-lining … maybe?


One where pop and politics can come together for the public good. People who would be otherwise disinterested in legislation can look to Lindsay’s woes to keep up with inside-the-beltway water-cooler talk. Perez Hilton and Pat Buchanan debating gay-marriage, I can see it now.

One thing’s for sure: crazy sells more print than Kinko’s.

For the record though, I’m banking on Cady pulling through — she broke The Plastics … The Plastics; that’s like making Thriller you can’t deny it.

Watch this space: Martyrdom is a funny thing — another one that politics and pop share. There are those political martyrs that go down for the sake of society’s souls, and there are those pop martyrs that go down for the sake of society’s entertainment — or just go down … ladies first.


When Owen Wilson was hospitalized in August after an apparent suicide attempt, his plight was the subject of a single US Weekly cover story. Not so Britney Spears, recently confined in a psychiatric ward, who has inspired six cover stories for the magazine during the same time span.