8 Questions With Playwright Blair Singer

I met Blair Singer on the street. He used to live around the block from us, and he has a Basset Hound named Bill, and I guess that was enough to get me to ditch the whole "don't talk to strangers" bullshit that no one seems to pay attention to in Park Slope anyway.

Greg-n-I started running into the dude a lot...sometimes we'd even walk around the block together. The more we started to talk, the more we realized Blair totally rules...and that, wow, he is a writer! He's not really the braggy sort, so I googled his ass on IMDB and found out he's done all sorts of shit. Like wrote actual episodes of one of my fave shows of all time, Weeds! (a fact that I've still yet to discuss with him, but anyway...). He recently had his play, Matthew Modine Saves the Alpacas, produced at LA's Geffen Playhouse, and now he's bringing it all back to NYC with a new play that is about to open, Meg's New Friend.

You should just buy some tix now, b/c your ass could seriously use some culture...trust me (Greg and I are going Dec 11--wanna have a FIPS field trip?).

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BREAKING: 'Gypsy' Becomes Momentarily Enjoyable

I never in a million years thought I'd say this - but I wish to christ I had been at this performance of Gypsy.

Check out the audio above - Diva Patti LuPone becomes psychotically enraged when a theatergoer dares to snap pictures of her during a performance. She stops the whole fucking show to scream like a lunatic and lecture this retarded couple, probably some redneck tourists from Nebraska, whose greatest sin in my mind was to give a fuck about Patti LuPone.

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Brooklyn, I Love You, But I Would Ditch Your Ass In A Red Hot Minute For Palazzo Chupi

I don't know much about Art. I took a class or two in college, know a bit about the Impressionists, totally dig Elizabeth Peyton, and have bought some cool shit on Etsy.

That's about it.

I DO know, however, that artist Julian Schnabel, is a self-important, cock sucking ego maniac...and I know this because he acts like one every time he opens up his stupid, fat, fucking mouth.

However, Palazzo Chupi kinda makes me want to forgive him for all of it.

Have you seen this fucking place? In the W. fucking village?

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FIPS ToDo's: A Polaroid A Day: Jamie Livingston

I read about Jamie Livingston months ago on Only the Blog Knows Brooklyn, and (true confessions), I immediately started to cry.

I mean, I am a total fucking whimp, but there was something about his story that really pulled at my rusted/crumbling/decayed heartstrings.

As a senior in college at Bard Jamie acquired a Polaroid camera; he went on to take one polaroid photo (over 6,000 photos) every day of his life for the next 18 years until he died of cancer at the age of 41. The last photo in his collection is a self-portrait of the artist in his deathbed on the day he passed away.

Buzzfeed posted a bunch of great links about the project today, reminding me of its utter awesomeness.

I really think you should click on all of em immediately.