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, November 28


There's nothing better than the narrative of pool reporter notes. They excite me unreasonably.
9:22 a.m. Washington time ? We were told eight minutes out and could feel the descent. Shut down laptops. Cabin is dark except for blue3 light of clocks and light from agents' cabin. About half the journalists were already wearing their vests, which are Point Blank Body Armor.

9:31 a.m. Washington time (5:32 p.m. local) ? Touched down in swift abrupt landing, but not the emergency spiral that had been prepared for. Press walked down dark stairs onto Tarmac.

10:50 a.m. ? I had taken off my body armor to type, then saw a soldier I wanted to interview. I came back and my vest is gone. The laptop is still there. 11:56 a.m. Washington time ? We reboarded on a dark stretch of runway. A soldier or agent with a huge gun stood at the foot of the stairs as press Ids were checked.

11:59 a.m. ? Dan Bartlett stuck his head into the press cabin and said he believes the secret held. He said we would be allowed to file when we got above 10,000 feet.

-- Pool reporter Mike Allen's private notes of Bush's secret Thankgsiving trip to Baghdad, published on Drudge Report.





block Thursday, November 27


Jean Rhys began her autobiography in 1976. She was in her mid-80's. Ms. Rhys died in 1979; the book was unfinished. It is published anyway, and called Smile Please.

Ms. Rhys evades many topics she felt were too personal. In a way, she was more concerned with the writing of the autobiography itself than the book's subject. Perhaps a writer's best autobiography should be her writing anyway. But briefly in Smile Please, she discusses her first love. She had written a poem about this experience. In its entirety, the poem is:

I didn't know

I didn't know
I didn't know.







block Wednesday, November 26


My cleaning lady -- who hates me -- likes to "clean" by stacking the books she finds all over the house. Invariably she does this while muttering about how lazy I am.
bookshelf pile

Please note L is for Lawless by Ms. Sue Grafton. I'm no snob.







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