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 Thursday, October 16


 Cindy, you have way too much time and Photoshop on your hands: uh, meYes, it's true: I did in fact take my "about" picture hanging upside down off the end of my dining room table. It was very late one night, and I was cracking myself up. I have just that much conceptual purity, ladies and gentlemen. Seriously: I am a camera, etc., you know the fucking drill. I've been meaning to change the picture, because it's not really... me these days, but fuck, you know, who has time. Besides, the new me isn't very photogenic, particularly the empty black sockets where the windows to my soul used to be.

The picture on the left is sort of what I look like in real life (except I'm not as... puffy); Gina took this photo during a shoot for GQ a couple weeks ago. (Don't ask. You'll see. Yes, I'm snickering too.)

Now disperse and get lives. Go read some Thomas Bernhard or something. ⊕

There surely must be many odd, promising, new, and/or pleasingly obscure weblogs scattered about the internet right about now. I'm sure it's to my detriment if I'm missing the debut of interesting writers. So I'm on the lookout for people writing about or writing in New York, and, obviously, I'm drawn toward the critical, the thoughtful, the overly personal, and the hysterical. If you have a website that I should be paying attention to, or would like to recommend someone else's, please drop me a line and introduce yourself. Bonus points to those who also send me a link to the site's RSS/XML feed. ⊕

block Wednesday, October 15


 The entropy of my financial life has been halted. This week we pay off: August and September's rent, the bill from my emergency "I'm getting on an airplane freakout" therapy session, the obligatory San Francisco parking ticket, and the recent "No, actually, you don't have cancer" biopsy.

Starting now, the money goes into my world domination piggy bank. ⊕



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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