Penis Envy

One thing you learn by writing for Cosmo is just how many people read Cosmo. Ex-girlfriends, older aunts, former elementary school teachers, and Jezebel... Jezebel reads Cosmo.

I learned this when I got called out by name after they ripped the December issue, which featured my contribution to their "What it feels like..." feature, to shreds. I was tasked with explaining to Cosmo readers "What it feels like... to be inside a woman." This proved to be a much more challenging task than I expected, given the research I'd been conducting since age 17.

The most alarming thing about the Jezebel post was that they gave my wife the impression that I had a girlfriend. While I tried to clear up that misunderstanding, I tried to remind myself of that old Hollywood maxim, "I don't care what they say about me, as long as they spell my name right."

File under "lesser jihad"

Vice UK's editor Andy Capper and I recently spent some quality time in East London with Anjem Choudary and his group Al Muhajiroun, the folks behind the provocative Islam4UK. To watch the video, click here.

Jeff Krulik at the National Archives

Here's a little piece I did for VBS about Heavy Metal Parking Lot's Jeff Krulik and is obsession with the National Archives in College Park, MD: Raiders of the National Arvhives

Among the Living teaser #1

Here's a teaser from the new 77 International film that Jim Milak, Steven Livingston, Jay Danner-McDonald and I are currently working on...

 

Copy and paste

And you're walking

and you're walking

and then sometimes 

you just decide to 

stop

But then maybe it's 

because you've thought

of something important

or just lost the rhythm

in your step... who's to

know? But the people whose

eyes are pealed on your 

movement are left in wonder

and they ponder

Work

"Far and away the best prize that life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing. "

-Theodore Roosevelt, Labor Day Address, 1903

Tipping point

Here it is. The new year. Back in DC. Not sure I'm happy about it. Still, in a few short months I will finish school. I finally finished the Darfur film. I've done lots of work I'm proud of for AJE and VBS. And yet things feel... off.

I feel like a roller coaster just before the drop: burnt out from the climb, yet full of potential energy. Maybe that's what this is. The last deep breath before the dive.

This could be one of the most exciting, tumultuous years ever.

Yes. It will be.

Let's go.

-Jason

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sent wirelessly via blackberry

Jinx Turf Wars

Here's a piece on my old cafe written by my pal Randy Moe:

TURF WARS 2002
They come from the east. From where we are sitting, on the sidewalk in front of JINX cafe, they seem out of place. They’re in gangs of 4, 6, 8 and 10. How quickly they walk in their casual best clothes, new shirts, Dockers and nice shoes. They’re twenty something’s and at first we think they are lost, but so many come, all from the east, and become a stream of pretty people.
It’s the first warm dry Saturday night of the spring; it’s not hot, just pleasant. We’re a rag tag group of friends just lounging and waiting for the sunset. A couple of the JINX regulars are skateboarding and showing off, the rest sit on the ground of the wide sidewalk, our feet stretched slightly into the walkers traffic. We drink coffee and watch, as we have for years, the flow of Division Street.

Nearly half the people from the east are drinking something from a bottle in a brown paper bag, doing their best to appear cool. I’m not sure where they got the booze, but it strikes me as unusual, even for Wicker Park. Did they all stop at CUT RATE LIQUORS? Are the people from the east adapting to old Division and Damen habits? Nelson Algren could be proud.

Suddenly we know. We all know. It’s over. It’s really over. The people from the east outnumber us. We are now, simply a Lincoln Park Annex. We absorb this grim reality and agree; this is the summer the yuppies win. And just now a pastel foursome of soccer moms storm by, heading back east and as they hurry by I hear one voice, loudly whispering to her cohorts, “JINX has got to go!” Startled, I relay this to my friends and as I know they will, they shout out, “Go back to the suburbs!” It’s now dark and the people from the east just keep moving into the corner of Division and Damen.