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Ode to a Chicago Dive Bar

Posted on January 3, 2012

Mickey’s Tavern – corner of Medill and Leavitt, Bucktown UPDATE: The bar’s day’s are numbered. It’s been sold. But as of April ’14 you can still get a beer from the one tap and get sworn at by Tommy the bartender. The following story is based on a chat with a neighbor, who’ll I’ll call Max, who was in the neighborhood long before me and told me a little bit about the dive bar at the end of the block.  Max’s first night at Mickey’s was after he signed the lease for his new apartment. To celebrate he stopped in with a friend and met several of the characters he would come to know well, including the bartender on duty that night, Elmer. “Trouble at…

Not Enough Bridesmaids

Posted on December 30, 2011

What was all the fuss about Bridesmaids?  I finally just watched it. The problem with Bridesmaids is that there’s NOT ENOUGH Bridesmaids. The hilariously funny scenes with the Bridesmaids (the movie’s title, get it?) were interrupted way too much by Kristen Wiig and her “whoa is me” whiny bullshit. Honestly, I wanted to see more of Melissa McCarthy shitting in a sink (“It’s coming out of me like lava!”). How much funnier had the film been with more scenes like the ‘trying on the dresses’ and airplane one. I’m all for a little romance and shite like that (my fav. film is “Love Actually”) but was not expecting it in this film, especially with Wiig. The poster is a little misleading, eh? And they…

How to Say Goodbye in America

Posted on December 22, 2011

It’s a tough business, trying to make in the New York fashion scene. Staying on the HBO schedule? A little tougher, it seems. I realize the-now cancelled “How To Make It In America” wasn’t for everybody. But that’s why it was on HBO. Remember, “it’s not TV, it’s HBO” or whatever. When I watched HTMIIA I really felt as if I was in New York’s East Village. I was with Ben and Cam as they tried to pitch their Japanese-denim jeans. I sat on the couch in my Sears flannel watching the show but during those 30 minutes on a Sunday night  it was warm CRISP hoodie. I could taste the Rasta Monster in place of my Diet Pepsi (never cancel a show with…