Epic blogging fail, I TOTALLY MOVED
June 10, 2009, 3:38 am
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bathing,
Blogroll,
boys,
brooklyn,
cheap,
cosplay,
death by cute,
discount codes,
drink,
eat,
entertainment,
eric can pillage my village any day,
eric northman,
femme dangereuse,
fetish,
funny ha ha,
funny strange,
gadgetry,
geek love,
gentrification,
ha,
haute,
i own it,
in the house,
indolence,
intoxicants,
jack white,
jersey love,
jewels,
kitchen,
lingerie,
love,
lust,
makeup,
newark,
nyc,
OTP,
pillaging,
pin-ups,
pride,
rage,
ravaging,
retro,
sales,
sanctimony,
sassy,
schadenfreude,
seriously unladylike behaviour,
sex,
shoe lust,
shopping,
sin in general,
skate,
sleep,
smoking,
smooth criminal,
the good fight,
the next big thing,
totally gay,
true blood,
Uncategorized,
vanity,
wear So as your humble narrator is now blogging-as-work, I went to renew my custom domain name. And lo, some dumbass domain-name clearinghouse has registered my site.
WHY DO BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE?!?!
Fear not, oh my five readers. Vice Vixen has gotten a makeover. And now, please find me at :
Hello… Newark?
January 7, 2008, 2:51 am
Filed under:
brooklyn,
gentrification,
jersey love,
newark,
nyc,
pillaging,
pride,
rage,
sanctimony,
schadenfreude,
sin in general,
the good fight,
the next big thing So, I moved to Newark. It’s weird. I actually seriously dig it here. I loved and will always love Brooklyn, but Newark is like what I imagine Brooklyn used to be like. Everything here seems so undiscovered and ignored and just waiting for a bunch of crazy kids to move in and repurpose it in some kind of DIY revolution. My house is like that.
So I was excited to see this article linked and discussed everywhere this week. Apparently Newark is turning around. That would almost be too bad. Newark’s got so much grit to it but it’s open and …clean in a way Brooklyn isn’t. I’m 10 minutes from the Holland and 10 minutes from a Target and Wal-Mart in Union. If Whitey McHipster came over from Brooklyn and priced my ass out I’d be so upset. All the good ethnic places would be replaced with Tempo Prestos. And I’d have to listen to douchey conversations on the Path train.
Hipsters, stay back!
