· The man walks the talk....Sean Combs voted this a.m. at the polling place on East 75th between 2nd and 3rd. Surrounded by cameras and sercurity people, he left the little old ladies on the UES spinning trying to figure out who he is.

Also choosing not to die is the man behind Roc-a-Fella:

· New York School of Law, Church and Hudson. MTV PA'a and other minor sorts cruised the line of TriBeCa royalty looking for the occassional student voter...A shortish man with branded jacket that I believe to be Rocawear (too far away and me too ignorant) is having his entire transaction taped in a real showy 'look at me exercise my right to vote' way. He is rushed over to the next line for voting (which would appear that he was being bumped up everywhere), but I'm willing to give the benefit of a doubt and assume it's Damon Dash (given that he was in the empty line of A-L). I don't know shit about Dash, so I can't say for sure, but it's an interesting diversion. He goes to the end of the line, and sprawls on a chair while his super-attractive companion gets a ton of help on how to fill out an absentee/provisional ballot. After about five minutes, he walks out with most of the entourage, and then five after that, a woman starts calling out "Damn-on Dash! Damn-on Dash!", with an impressive air of 'I'm calling out the name of someone of no importance'...

He is AWOL (apparently pretty cavalier about the whole "Or Die" part), and the line can't move until he returns. But before anyone can really take note that democracy has ground to halt for a celebrity doing a TV bit, he rushes in (and, really, he was very polite and trying not to be a nuisance — everyone was a little on edge from the inanity of the organization), gives a little thumbs up to the MTV camera following, and ducks into the booth. One of the TriBeCa parents boos loudly at the escot/wait situation, but it was the umbrage of the self-important loft dweller who is pissed about how he got bumped at 66 the very same way last week.