Blog Will Eat Itself
I'm usually not much for memes, but this idea of picking 10 bloggers you'd like to meet for dinner and drinks is too good to pass up, especially since I've done it a couple of times already in real life. Here's the photographic evidence of my dinner in London with Plep, Ralf, Annie, and Konstantin. I've also broken bread with Uncle Jim, my friend Jonathan, and the Mort/Chin tagteam. In addition, I've practiced consensual cannibalism with practically everyone on my LJ friends list.
So who's left? Well, I'd pick the following folks in no particular order:
- Alice Bag and Theresa Kereakes, because all 3 of us were hanging out in the same LA clubs in 1977, watching the same punk bands and knew the same people, but somehow we never met.
- Sebastian, that hard-drinking, insomniac Swede who poops out pop-cultural links faster than you can say "Fanvacooltva!"
- M.Ace and Dean Sabatino: we could discuss the evolution of Philly punks into lounge lizards and graphic designers.
- Michelle, because she's a foodie with great taste in art, and a survivor. All qualities that I admire.
- Mark, because I think he and I would have a pretty good discussion about religion...and movie monsters.
- William, who's taste in photography, film, and Asian culture runs similar to mine.
- Matt likes Eames chairs, cartoons, and celebrity gossip as much as I do.
- Last but not least, dong resin, because anyone who's written a book from the perspective of Paris Hilton's chihuahua is somebody that I want to get drunk with.
If you didn't make the list, don't take it personally. I still love you and want to bear your children, I just couldn't get a table for 20 on such short notice.