Hi, I'm Choire Sicha, and the average distance that women in Africa and Asia walk to collect water is 6 kilometers. Oh, sorry, sir -- would you like fries with that?

I'm also the editor of Gawker, a website obsessed to death with Manhattan's media and culture, and a contributing writer at The Morning News. Certainly I do love me some freelance. Enquire within.



Recent essays and stories:

24 Hour Movie People [in Wired]. New York City's 24-hour digital film-making competition, with Xeni Jardin and Aliya Naumoff.



Entertainment, Weakly [in The New York Observer]. An evening with The Believer, in which -- go figure -- I find myself as conflicted as everyone else.



Meet Me On Joey Ramone Place [in The New York Observer]. Sometimes memorials have meaning; East 2nd Street gets a new name.



Chelsea's Crazy Hanging Garden [in The New York Observer]. West Chelsea may get an incredible -- or unincredible -- public park. But what do the landlords get?



French Film, French Film [at The Morning News]. After a decade in New York, every streetcorner, building, and section of the deli will remind you of someone you've been in love with.



Over the River And Through the Sleaze: Corcoran Uncorks [in The New York Observer]. Real estate queen Barbara Corcoran, conceptual artist Glen Seator, and a theory of the gentrification of Brooklyn.



The Media Lunch [in The New York Observer]. The California recall, porn star and candidate Mary Carey, The Day of the Locust, and the media profit centers do lunch.



Ronald Reagan and Reading Proust [at The Morning News]. So heavy hangs the head of she who wore the crown the night before: a three-day diary of literary celebrities, self-loathing, and the Wolfowitz Riots at the New Yorker Festival.



The Non-Expert: Broken Hearts [at The Morning News]. In this everchanging world in which we love in, to misquote Mr. McCartney, people get hurt every day. What we sometimes forget is that people get un-hurt every day too. Let's patch you up and get you back in the game.



The New York City Tattoo Convention [at The Morning News]. In a generation, body art has gone from subversive to suburban, so it now takes a lot more ink to stand out. Geoff Badner and I cover the permanently-etched tragedies that become comedies.



It Must've Been Something I Hate [at The Morning News]. I spent three days recently in New York City's prison industrial complex Criminal Court, being judged on whether I was the right person to judge others in a series of unseemly trials. Join me on an in-depth tour of jury duty in Manhattan, won't you? Just pass through this metal detector, check your politics at the door, and come on in!



The Complicated Art of Chelsea [at The Morning News]. Don't get me wrong: my middle name is Art. No really, after my grandfather. Anyway, I love the the stuff... or at least, I did. Join me on a three-hour tour of West Chelsea's art galleries.







block Friday, October 3


 Everybody hates a tourist. I know I certainly do. Hi kids. Sorry to be so withholding recently: rest assured that daddy's cooking up some mad shit for you. My cakes will come out of the oven when they're baked, and they'll get served when they're frosted. And no, I actually can't be bought, but thanks for asking.

Don't ever get me wrong: I'm absolutely in favor of getting paid in full, and over the years I've always loved my friends who've sacrificed and schemed to do the right thing for themselves. I'm just too contrary, too old, and too much in love with the ideal of benign anarchy to put up with it. Over my decade in New York I've known millionaires and billionaires, famous people and infamous people. I've had people try to stuff big money into my metaphorical g-string; it wasn't as sexy as I'd always hoped it would be. Sad for my desires to purchase and consume, but great for my soul -- I get to disturb the comfortable.

So I promise you much forthcoming entertainment, from all the fronts of my life. Please get some popcorn as the lights fade. Just like it says on the front of my personal copy of Showgirls, the show is about to begin. And this time, it's war -- class war. ⊕

block Wednesday, October 1


 Is it odd that I only feel comfortable writing while listening to "the rock music" at full volume? Best of all to write with: The Mars Volta, De-Loused in the Comatorium. Horrible title. Great fucking loud album though. ⊕

block Monday, September 29


 What's Playing:


Don't get me wrong: San Francisco girl-gang group Dynasty is trash. But it's great trash. Hmm... think Ladytron trying to play the X-Ray Specs. Punk synthpop. Adorable.

If you like getting pissy and drinking 40's with your girls, this is the album for you.




The Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band with Choir just quietly released a new album. Gorgeous lush often wordless political hymns with just enough despair to keep you bummed out. Fantastic instrumentation. Silver Mt. Zion is possibly my favorite musical outfit in the world. On first listen I already love this production.




Erykah Badu's World Wide Underground will be the album of the year.








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the xml feed is here, and if you really must, you can delve into the past here.
thanks for spending a moment with me. perhaps you'd enjoy seeing who i see:
my girl gang will totally cut you:
→blaise →elizabeth →jennie →jonno →lance →leslie →meg →philo


gangsters from the block:
→aaron →anil →ariel →ernie →faustus →lisa →lockhart →mom →nick →richard →steve


join me for a meeting in town hall:
→gothamist →the morning news →world new york


clock some mofos who can write:
→alison →bob →dana →dong resin →mary →matthew →michael →mimi →skot


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