The New Face of Evil

The Life and Times of New York's Only Blogger Publicist

Saturday, September 04, 2004

HBO On Demand ...

is dangerous and oh-so addictive ... especially when Underwold with Kate Beckinsale can be queued up again and again.

Tall, thin women in full-length leather coats. My ideal world on screen. Over and over. Ah.

Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Where, oh where, is the assistant today ...

Why is it that I seem to have the stamina to handle working in a high-stress, always on environment and no one else does? I don't take advantage of my health plan's mental-health nonsense nor do I go beseech my physician for mood-altering drugs.

I guess I really am a machine after all (Take that any way you like.).

Further ...

The Week magazine is holding its next lunch and political discussion on September 8, 2004. They're going to discuss the upcoming presidential election ... Well ... Sir Harold Evans and company are. I'm just out to make sure that you're all aware of it.

Bloggers, political and otherwise, as always you are welcome. Just RSVP to me. Or find someone who knows how to get to me. I'm known enough by now, I think, for that not to be so hard.

Monday, June 14, 2004

If you're ever in Hoboken, which I'm sure so many of you are on a regular basis, you should check on the Sushi House at First and Bloomfield Streets.

Why would anyone post a comment to my blog about an events site?

Didn't you read my blog's title?

Friday, May 28, 2004

Today, I met the "Aluminum Man". For lack of a better description ("Aluminum Seller" perhaps?), that is what I will call him.

While sitting on the stoop smoking, I saw a man rummaging through my neighbor's recycling. He took an aluminum bar. Then, he told me why he does it.

Apparently, he makes enough for a beer and has a little left over ... every Friday.

I sense some business opportunities here.

I need a nap.

Thursday, May 27, 2004

T minus 2 hours until I go to the New York Hilton for tonight's festivities ...

So, here's the PR wrap-up for you ...

- Photographers (many)
- TV crews (some)
- Journalists (an intimate group from the creme de la creme of New York's gossip pages)
- Floor plans (check)
- Contact lists (check)
- Artists' photos (Yes, we do need to know how some of these people look now)

Time for a smoke? I should think so.

I'll be at the New York Hilton from 4 to 10ish PM by the way. Mobile will be on vibrate. Brain will be hyped up on caffeine.

Maybe, I'll be in the background of some photos!

Check out Bluejake's photos from the Subway show at Hermes and you can find me, in a blue shirt, with Fab 5 Freddy.

Yes, you're jealous.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

By the way, my little blog experiment has been noticed. Amy and Nichelle, my first readers.

I had no idea TMFTML was at Lindsay's Ritalin Reading Series last night. You can say hi, you know. I don't bite and I won't blab your identity to "Page Six". Personally, I'm just gunning for a karaoke-night invite.

Next up, the T. J. Martell Foundation's 29th Annual Awards Gala. Loads of work, but it's for a good cause.

Anybody interested in joining me? I've got some prime seats up in the balcony. Perfect for a view of the scheduled performances by ... Stevie Wonder, Indie Arie, Joan Osborne, and others. Whaddaya think?

Monday, May 24, 2004

Good evening, all ...

It's been a busy day.

As of this morning, I was expecting around 236 guests for The Week at Grand Central. According to my best guestimate, around 200 showed up.

Luckily for those of you not able to attend. Amy Langfield. Anonymous Outsider, Culture Kitchen, HereIType. and, of course, Jeff Jarvis blogged the whole shebang. Jeff even did it live. Impressive since we couldn't get him a phone line to jack into. (Phone line? Who uses those anymore?).

Then, I started shifting into high gear for The Week's next adventure in the panel discussion sphere, their CEO dialogue at The Four Seasons. (Almost time to hang with Julian Niccolini again. I know, you're envious. And no, he's not going to invite me into the clear canoe.)

To try to relax, I stopped by a knitting group at the Greenwich Village Bistro. No, no knitting for me. Just a beer and a burger.

Ah, the ever-eventful life of a PR person.