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January 8, 2004 #
 Who wants to bilk a millionaire? Or, no more waiting for the man. I guess it's Day Three, and probably the last - at least for this week, of going through old newspaper recycling bins. But the sale of DailyCandy to Bob Pittman for $3.5 million still has me thinking, primarily of Pittman's mid-life crisis which must have convinced him to pass up a pair of Ferrari Enzos (**Correction: I was just informed, by a DailyCandy staffer no less, that this article is reporting in Aussie dollars which at the time of publication converted the cost of each to $640,000 US greenbacks - my bad, Pittman could have bought 5 Enzos) for a company which is nothing more than a $30,000/year job at a women's magazine to put together the what's hot/new trends/products page. It also prompted me to search my email archives for a DailyCandy Kids item I wrote in summer 2002 after I was turned down for a full-time assistant position by them. They accepted it for publication and I was paid the snazzy go-go rate of $25. (I think I'll go to the movies, by myself.) This was my first and only paid writing gig to date (I know, imagine that!) and naturally, they never ran it. Of course this was nothing to be real upset about. It was mindless drivel, an undistinguishable fart in the Hamilton Fish Park public pool. I blame DC's post-prefab voice and no-style sheet template everyone has to follow. Anyway, I've decided to post it here. To right a wrong? (Impossible since it was wrong to write in the first place.) Mainly I wanted an excuse to show off my nephew pictured above in an ultra-cool Velvet Underground shirt I bought him since I sent the kid to the doctor's office over the holidays with some rough-housing and I owe it to him. I apologize in advance for what follows. It's neither funny, or interesting, and in fact might offend a good person's sensibilities. Note: I have no idea if this stuff is still available for purchase. Rock-A-Buy Baby. Still getting carded and cuffed with those ugly, sticky wristbands at rock shows these days? Don't sweat it, you still have the babyface, take the compliment. But at some point you have to accept that you're too old (over 23?) to be strutting around in undersized music merch. Fortunately, you're never too young to rock out and now you can make someone's (if not your own) kid the coolest tyke in Gymboree class. Several Brooklyn clothing designers: Angotti Designs and Aloha Star produce irresistible, miniature rock and hipster shirts in all the classic styles: ringer tee, three-quarters-length sleeve (think two-tone softball jersey and 70's arena rock), sleeveless, and even onezies for newborns. You can choose from many of the same bands you'd expect to see in a St Mark's record store window: Ramones, Velvet Underground, KISS, etc. They'll be starting off on the right track. Just pray the Osbournes will be off the air before they get old enough to watch television. Available at Sam & Seb. 208 Bedford Ave, Brooklyn. (Hey Bobbo, wanna buy TheOtherPage.com for a suitcase of $10K cash and use of your San Miguel house for a couple weeks?) Archives "The Other Page" powered by Removable Hype. Copyright © 2003 La Otra Página, Inc. All nights observed. Feel free to email "info(at)krucoff.com" for questions, comments, stock tips, and family gossip. |
