• Bush's Brain, the 2004 documentary on the eponymous Karl Rove, screens at the Pioneer Room. It's a lot less cathartic now that the White House is soiling itself so regularly, but the opportunity for heckling is still there. [flavorpill]
• Samantha Hunt reads from The Seas, her novel about a 19-year-old girl who believes she's a mermaid and can bring inanimate objects to life. That's totally what we were doing at 19, too. [Paper]
• Wolfmother peforms tonight at the Mercury Lounge. Teenwolf opens. [Upcoming]

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Friday:
• Guerra de la Paz, the collaborative team of Cuban artists Alain Guerra and Neraldo de la Paz, makes its NYC debut tonight at Jack the Pelican. The exhibit features a number of startling images, including a headless Pieta that sent us searching for the nearest toilet. [Jack the Pelican Presents]
• Continuing with the startling image trend, the first scene of Battle in Heaven,, a film from Mexican director Carlos Reygadas, portrays a "wealthy family's daughter giving her much older chauffer fellatio." Startling for some, average for the UES. [flavorpill]
Saturday:
• For those of you yearning for junior high sleepovers, or for those of you who weren't popular enough in junior high to get invited and thus looking to recreate the magic, PILLOW FIGHT! Negligees optional. [NMS]
• Their show at Webster Hall may be sold out, but the Morning After Girls offer a late-night set at the R&R after-party. Hop on board before they start DJing at Misshapes. R&R, 416 W. 14th St, Midnight.
Sunday:
• The Knitting Factory hosts "sonic travelers" David Pajo and Tara Jane O'Neil. It may sound like a Star Trek reference, but they make music. Really. [flavorpill]

•The Autumn Defense, a Wilco spin-off of sorts, performs tonight for free. It's like taking candy from a baby. Or a moderately mainstream and wealthy indie band. [flavorpill]
• East Coast/West Coast, the Hipster Edition: the LA-based, barely legal girls of The Like perform for their New York counterparts tonight at the Knitting Factory. [Upcoming]
• Legendary author Erica Jong takes the stage tonight at the 92Y, where she'll be interviewed by her daughter, Molly. Finger-pointing and tears of resentment TK! [Paper]

A neighborhood bar in Windsor Terrace closes. For a few days. To replace its floor. And somehow Metro metrosexual Nick Confessore spins that general-contracting squib into an elegaic 750-word narrative with a huge B1 teaser.

• For those of you hungering for an update on Star Wars Fight Club — the creation of a Staten Island bus driver who encouraged students to use scissors at light sabers and earn nicknames like Darth and Sith Warrior — we've got some bad news: It seems that Lord Matt, one of the best fighters on the starship Death Cheese, has been grounded by his parents. [NYDN]
• Maybe an hour after it's reported that when he shot his friend in the face, Vice-President Cheney was throwing back a few cans of Natty Light, the comment is removed from the story. We love the First Amendment, don't you? [Thought Crimes]
• PETA dumps flour on Paris Hilton as she opens Julien Macdonald's show at London Fashion Week. Uh, pictures? Anyone? Please? [BBC]
• Battle of the bloggers' cute homodogs: Ollie's beagle vs. Andrew Sullivan's pup. [Boozhy]
• Viva Long Island. [Clublife]
• Notes from the Norfolk, Virginia, Substance Abuse Services Providers Fair 2006, Waterside Convention Center. [YPR]
• Robots are everywhere, and they eat old people's medicine for fuel. And when they grab you with those metal claws, you can't break free...because they're made of metal, and robots are strong. [Sploid]

• Douglas Boatwright's work examines "ideas of perception, experience, and learned social acumen," and is also "interested in the effects of media contagion and the seductive qualities of light and aesthetics." Please go check him out on our behalf and tell us what the fuck that all means. [flavorpill]
• The theme of Mortified NYC is "personal redemption through public humiliation," meaning the performers will bare their souls in the hopes of meager applause. Funny, sounds like just another date night to us. [Paper]
• The Film Comment Selects festival kicks off with screenings of Ce Jour-l , Everlasting Regret, Stranded in Canton and Battle in Heaven. It's at Lincoln Center, but you can almost smell the condescension from here. [FSLC]

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On the E train this morning. "No eyeholes or anything," the photographer astutely points out, "so I doubt it is a burka." Any better guesses?

Additionally, listen to the reporters howl for her love here.

• Cupid-free fun: Thomas Erben features the art of Nicola Durvasula, Chitra Ganesh, and Tejal Shah, three women whose work shares the influence of Indian pop culture. Hallmark wishes it could be half as global. [flavorpill]
• On the other end of the lovey-dovey spectrum, Fat Baby hosts the Nouveau Valentine's Day Party, complete with free jello shots. Nothing says I love you like jiggling alcohol. [Nouveau]
• For those who are looking to let the holiday pass with a bit of dignity, Makor screens The Princess Bride. Did we say dignity? Sorry, didn't mean that. [Paper]

The closest Nicole Richie will ever come to a feeding frenzy.
A reader writes:

It's Valentine's Day, which means Nicole Richie is finally bringing her inexplicably tacky Dr. Pepper promowhore tour to our fair city. Go get a sample of the calories that she dare not touch:

Most of you, we imagine, spent Sunday comfortably indoors, watching it snow a little, watching TV a lot, and most likely debating whether it was mean to the delivery guy to order takeout. (On the one hand, he lives on tips; on the other hand, who wants to go out in that?) It was pretty for a bit, yes, but it was also wet and frustrating and it was sure, you knew, to make walking around the city unpleasant for the rest of the week.

Lucky us: the New York health board announced yesterday that it's currently developing NYC-branded condoms. And what will these condoms look like? Gothamist asks the important questions:

• Margaret Atwood and Valerie Martin offer Hallmark their own interpretation of love tonight at the 92nd Street Y. Our understanding is that it will involve fewer candy hearts and more "gothic horror." Of course. [flavorpill]
• Saint Etienne performs at Irving Plaza, but you really just care about the after-party at Joe's Pub. [Paper]
• Aziz Ansari, Paul Scheer, Ron Huebel and Jason Woliner comprise the beast known as Human Giant. They're screening their shorts at Mo Pitkins tonight, along with other bits of comedic goodness. [WUNY]

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Of course you love New York. But, as Milton Glaser reminds us, everyone loves New York, and everyone doesn't feel the need to actually live here. And sometimes you start to wonder whether you really need to live here, too. When the subways aren't running right, and when it's freezing cold, and when you spend all weekend stuck in your apartment, which is a third the size of the place your friends have in L.A., or in D.C., or in the sixth borough, and which you share with two roommates, and which costs a fucking fortune, and where there's always way too much heat, or way too little, and when it's all just such a fucking pain in the ass, that's when you wonder if maybe you should move to some normal place, too.

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