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Sunday, March 23, 2003

There's a Pogues song called "A rainy night in Soho". I've always assumed that the eponymous neighborhood was of the London variety, but here's what a good view of it looks like in New York, thanks to a certain party celebrating the opening of a certain gallery at which a certain Mr. Chia works:

Posted by morland @ 03:10 PM

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You can Pogue my ass any day, baby

Posted by: Anna on March 24, 2003 12:55 PM

I wish all you Sinai dweebs had different ip addresses so I could tell who really wrote that. Right now, based on the ip logs and coresponding comments, I'm leaning towards Alexis. Look elsewhere sir, I am not your Prince Charming.

Posted by: morland on March 24, 2003 06:32 PM

Funny. I could a) blame it on Alexis or b) tell the truth.

I actually wrote that, because it cleverly says in gail-ish that you can kiss my ass. It sort of has a witty double meaning: 1) above; 2) I like the Pogues and you can bring them up any day.

Or something.

I didn't realize until after I posted it that Pogue kind of sounds like poke. Which makes the comment wholly inappropriate. For this, I apologize.

More importantly, I think we should discus this crush you have on Alexis. First, it was your rambling manic 7 minute voicemail message with your discussion of swimsuits. Then it was the wishful email you credited to Alexis that professed his yearning for men. And now it's this false hope that more discussions of ass are coming from his pen.

Take a good long look at yourself, Orland, and let the queen free. Let her dance.

Posted by: Anna on March 24, 2003 09:48 PM

My deduction as to the author of the original comment was arrived at scientifically, via a review of comment meta-data. I did notice that postings from the address in question were sometimes attributed to Josh and yourself but, the overwhelming majority having come from Mr. Boneparth, I concluded - with dispassionate scientific detachment - that it was penned (keyboarded?) by him.

Composing the emails you referenced was an act of calculated miscreant opportunism - had anyone else in the room left their email account open, I would have likely done the same. As my objective was to (mildly) embarrass and ridicule Alexis, and keeping in mind the significant time constraints present, the subject matter of said mail was hastily crafted towards that end, requiring little thought or creativity to conceive, but with an aim to achieve maximum impact. Thus I went with the proverbial "sure thing", which was (as it always has been) to paint a hyperbolic portrait of this otherwise enigmatic figure as an unequivocally depressed, distraught, and hopelessly lonely loser longing for male companionship in a world that has shunned and discarded him (or is it he who has shunned and discarded the world?). Had it in fact been someone else who carelessly left their email account ripe for exploitation, I would have altered the content to suit. As such, I believe the aforementioned missives should be judged for solely their efficacy and not needlessly deconstructed.

The voice mail was merely a drunken aberration.

Also, thanks for mentioning above that it was I who composed the spurious emails (though I'm sure Alexis has by now whittled down the list of potential perpetrators) - you've no doubt brought down imminent reprisal upon me.

Posted by: morland on March 25, 2003 03:22 PM

I did not mention any new facts about the aforementioned email that was not already known by the victim and everyone else in the clique. Don't get your proverbial panties in a bunch. Your choice of words never ceases to crack me up, orland.

Posted by: Anna on March 25, 2003 06:08 PM

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