
Bad Veins came to play some songs at my office today. Will have video shortly.
UPDATE: Video here.

Say what you will about Third Eye Blind, this was a totally enjoyable lunch break at the office today. Stephan Jenkins really is one good looking man. Seriously. It is unfair how well men age. But sadly, he didn’t play Jumper for us. Why, you ask? Because our pal asked him to play some song called Motorcycle Driveby that totally doesn’t sound anything like Jumper at all. And he picked her song, leaving us wanting more. Always the way with those good looking men. Here’s what happened afterwards:
C: i saw him in the green triangle park outside of your office and was like, everyone hates me because you didn’t play jumper
me: what did he say?
C: “they didn’t like motorcycle driveby?????”
and then i tripped
it was all very embarrassing
he is so hot, i got nervous
Anyway, the ladies left with crushes are all fairly certain that he is the ’90s nostalgia pop version of George Clooney and will never settle down. Sigh.
UPDATE: Now with video (watch here)!

There was a media bowling tournament last night at Brooklyn Bowl—Gothamist was in 3rd, but somehow (rigged) Daily Candy kicked us out of our slot at the last minute.
P.S. All the free absinthe drinks in the world couldn’t get me to choose this alley over the Gutter. Though I will say it’s a gorgeous space, and the people who worked there were very nice… so definitely check it out. Plus they have live shows, which I’m sure I’ll go back for.

Jake brought rum, and rum cake, back from his trip to Bermuda. It was actually sunny out today, for once, but we made some Dark & Stormy drinks anyway.

Jake brought in a bowl of juggling balls today (he’s juggling five here)—proving that nothing can distract JDS from generating content.

I was planning on going to MoMA tonight but that didn’t happen…so I present you with a photo I took this morning. Last October an artist offered to paint a skateboard for Gothamist, to hang up at Gothamist House during CMJ. He let us keep it, and I finally remembered to get it from the Bell House last night—where it had been sitting for months. It now resides at Gothamist HQ, above the couch.