I'm a Star (bury)

I just got word that when the Steve and Barry’s store in Manhattan Mall opened this morning, there were about 500 people in line outside the store. The people came charging in when the doors opened, and the store completely sold out of Steph’s shoes. Really. They were bringing in shoes from the back, people kept coming in to get their kicks, and even the actual Steve and Barry were having to work the registers to help get people through there.


What got Steve and Barry to work like plebes? The launch of Stephan Marbury's line of cheap shoes - $14.98 for basketball shoes (which he promises he'll be playing in this season) and $9.98 for a few models of street shoes. Adfreak collected some of the mainstream news coverage and a few of the bloggey reactions.

From Stephan himself:
This whole idea is really about trying to change the way how people are being charged for something that’s being priced up 1000 percent. It’s not basketball with me with this — basketball is just something that I do. What I’m doing is I’m trying to create something that could be substantial throughout the years of just living. This is just a product of something that I do. For everyone that’s out in the world that will get in line to buy this stuff, they can feel good about themselves when they’re wearing stuff that’s quote-unquote cheap that’s not cool. Now it’s going to be cool to wear something cheap because you can really get something out of it.


Not one to let another blog beat me to a story (TOWWAS - I'm lookin' in your direction), I went to the Steve & Barry's at the mall across the street and bought a pair of the [url=http://www.starbury.com]Starbury Crossovers - essentially, Nike Air Force One copies[/url]. My verdict: really pretty sweet for under $10.

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Other than the the logos, the Crossovers and the AF1s look identical - down to the heel line. Depending on whether or not you believe Nike is taking the extra $70 as profit, they may even be constructed identically. I kind of doubt that, though - the heel line was already peeling when I took them out of the box, and the "Starbury" stitching on the right ankle looks pretty awful.

I do feel sorta hip for wearing cheap shoes advertised as cheap shoes though. I'm looking forward to beating them up a little and wearing some of the newness off.
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Paawwwwwl aRRR Neyylsunnn

Campain ad from Wisconsin's 3rd - man, Ron Kind must hate America. Fracking America-hater. And he probably wants to eat your face off. Fracking mutant zombie face-eater from the eighth dimension. Hippies in Lacrosse will probably give him another term though. Fracking ron-kind-voting hippies.

I'm Paul R. Nelson, and I approve...U!S!A!U!S!A!TAKE!OFF!THE!PROBES!TAKE!OFF!THE!PROBES!

Six words

According to Wired, Ernest Hemingway said his best story was only six words long - "For sale: baby shoes, never worn". Wired asked sci-fi and fantasy writers to continue the six-word-story tradition, which is loads o' fun.

Gown removed carelessly. Head, less so.
- Joss Whedon

The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly.
- Orson Scott Card

Tick tock tick tock tick tick.
- Neal Stephenson

Dinosaurs return. Want their oil back.
- David Brin

Leia: "Baby's yours." Luke: "Bad news…"
- Steven Meretzky

And my contribution: "Sun explodes. Tek Jansen stands alone."

All Hallow's Eve Cont.

The rest of the family in our pumpkin get-ups from Kim -

Hail to Kid A

Other than that kid on South Park that eats his parents, do you know anyone that likes Radiohead? Me neither.

This ween is so hollow


Melanie's going as a Mrs Potato-head pumpkin kit that my parents sent her (for a pumpkin, but that's just how The Geometrator rolls)

Ring the alarm! Slide down that cool pole thing!

Because it's B R E A K I N G N E W S !

Right here.

Oh, who am I kidding. It's right here.

You know who would be unstoppable?

Rocketpack Jesus.

(artist's rendering)

Gawker Media: Home Edition

I played my own version of Gawker's "Homeless or Hipster?" on the walk from coffee to the library. The worn tweed jacket, the painfully skinny jeans, the beat up shoes - has to be a hipster, right? Then I saw the guy's front - particularly, his crazy eyes and the duffel bag wrapped in duct tape - and realized I was wrong.

Capital of Willows Hotel


Depending on what site you read, North Korea's Ryugyong ("Capital of Willows") hotel in Pyongyang is either a disaster indicative of NK's financial mismanagement (source: every web site but one) or almost as big as Kim Jong-il's manhood (source: www.kimjongilrocks.org).

Construction began on the 105-story, 3000-room, 7-revolving-restaurant hotel in 1987, it was added to postage stamps by 1990, and was abandoned due to lack of funding and electricity shortages in 1992. The shell overlooks Kim Il-sung Square in downtown Pyongyang, but lacks windows or any interior features - because the concrete used to construct the frame isn't strong enough to support their weight.

So proud of my little geometrator

Mel told me today with a disappointed face that she got a 74 on her Geometry exam. I know how hard she's been working on her homework (often 2+ hours a night), so I was disappointed for her much, much more than I was disappointed of her. BUT when she told her teacher how surprised she was to get such a low grade, Ms. Teacherlady said Mel's score was 10 points higher than any other students! How exciting is that?!

Three chicken tandoori bowls a day keeps the doctor away


T-minus one week to the Monroe St Trader Joe's grand opening! Are you pumped? Get pumped.

Runnin' and Mappin'

GMaps Pedometer is an fantastic way to track mileage (down to the millionth of a mile), but everyone knows about it already. It's old hat. Out with the chickens. Tired. I just found a fun new toy that uses its software - USATF's searchable list of user-submitted running routes. Some are a little on-the-nose (I can run from campus to picnic point?!?) and I wish you could narrow the search more (since there are 264 results for Madison), but it's cool to see routes that start from strangers' suburban front doors right next to loops of downtown. I entered my regular 10K route (with a starting spot that's not my actual front door) - track it down, vote me up, and help me get a gold rating!

Not a runner? Maybe you're a Soviet-era scale-model collector with an extra $3 million in your checking account.


Or, in bigger news, WTF just happend on Project Runway? WTF Jeffrey?!?

Aggressive mandolin

Just a regular mandolin, not a mandolin. I don't make the same joke twice. Not on the same afternoon. I don't know what's more disappointing - that I have to wait until next spring to hear a new album by my third-favorite band, or that the closest their fall tour comes to Madison is Indianapolis.

I'm a mantaloupe

On the outide, I look just like your average guy. But cut me open, and you'll find that my insides are composed of firm, orange, moderately-sweet melon goodness. I am an excellent source of polyphenol antioxidants, and am low in calories. In my experience, chicks dig this.

Dumbledore is such an enabler

Harry Potter - spoiled trust-fund patsy. Send the link to every 14 year-old you know - spread the truthiness.
He's a glory hog who unfairly receives credit for the accomplishments of others and who skates through school by taking advantage of his inherited wealth and his establishment connections. Harry Potter is no braver than his best friend, Ron Weasley, just richer and better-connected. Harry's other good friend, Hermione Granger, is smarter and a better student. The one thing Harry excels at is the sport of Quidditch, and his pampered-jock status allows him to slide in his studies, as long as he brings the school glory on the playing field. But as Charles Barkley long ago noted, being a good athlete doesn't make you a role model.

Because M.Bro is taken

Melanie needs a blog-name, a la Little Miss and Monkey. Suggestions are encouraged. "Eye-roller" and "Exasperated-sigher" are descriptive, but maybe a little too on the nose, y'know?

DEVELOPING HARD, REFRESH CONSTANTLY FOR POSSIBLE COHERENCE

Wonkette reports Drudge reporting the Foley-page hinting that it was all a prank, which doesn't even make sense since the page is conservative, but the fact that the story is out there will give Rush Limbaugh a reason to laugh at the stupid libs.

Not that it being a prank would make Foley any less of a criminal.

Diamond disaster

I'm especially confused because, while I'm no biologist, I thought diamonds were engagment rings not metals.

From the Star-Tribune

Local biker, filmmaker gets scrappy - read the whole thing, but here's a taste -
The movie took the burly biker to women's retreats, a scrapbook factory and eventually back to his family to collect memories in a quirky search for "life, love and eternity." We took a man-to-man peek with Thomsen into the lives millions of women lead between the binders.

Q When I hear the word "scrapbooking" I envision lots of puffy hairdos, sweatshirts with teddy bears on them, and perhaps some shared fruit crumbles. How wrong am I?

A You are 100 percent accurate. I would add frilly things, doilies and lots of hair spray.

My name is Buff McManly

Melanie seems to be slightly disconcerted by men that aren't traditionally masculine. Some of you were teenage girls - is that just a teenage girl thing?

For example, I was pretty excited last night to find out about Jantzen Tailors - a shirt-making company in Hong Kong that produces completely custom dress shirts for about $40 (and maybe the best part - no minimum orders). Seriously - they're fantastic. Remember when I posted that every guy should buy one really nice, thick white shirt and then pay another $40 to have it perfectly tailored? Forget that - just pay Jantzen to make you a shirt.

There's so much customization your head will spin - 32 different shapes + 10 point lengths + 7 neck heights + 5 tie spacing widths + 5 stitching options + 4 lining options + 3 stay options = a number so big my mind can't even comprehend it. And that's just the collar. And it doesn't even take into consideration the thousands of fabric options!

So I was more than a little excited about the prospect of designing my own shirt from the ground up. Melanie, on the other hand, is concerned that her sister is married to a gay guy. Vin Diesel would just wear a black t-shirt and not give it another thought.

Edit: I should have used an example other that me & shirts, because now I think you're thinking I'm fishing for compliments. Like I'm all, "Why oh why doesn't Melanie think I'm cool?" so that you'll say, "The holocaust Because you're so special and unique - you're like a beautiful denim snowflake, J.Bro!" But it was a good way to work the link to Jantzen in without making a separate post.

Nothing's funnier

I got to use the offensive joke! We house- and dog-sat again this weekend, and Melanie decided MollyTheDog made the house smell bad. I found some air freshener and Mel, copying the Glade commercial, asked, "Do you know what's worse than your house smelling like a dog?" The answer she was looking for was, "You house smelling like a dog and flowers," but the answer she got was, "the holocaust". Ha! Ha!

She didn't know what I meant, though, which stripped the joke of most of its power.