It's always nice to see a college pal get ink...

Yesterday was John Hogdman Day in The New York Observer; not only was he fingered as one of the city's top "power punks"--he was also kindly mentioned in a rather mean-spirited gripe about a New School event sponsored by The Believer.



John's a lovely, funny guy, and a fixture of one of my life's lowest points, a stint in a video store in Connecticut. (Where the manager started every morning--EVERY morning--by playing the movie "Groundhog Day.") He's too much of a gentleman to bring that up. So kudos to you, John, may you always use your power-punkdom for good, never for evil.



In a completely unrelated story--honest--a drinking cup from a notorious 18th Century Scottish sex club was just sold. Oh, if that cup had a mouth...