• 90,000 indie kids are here for the CMJ festival. Countless fashionistas are here for Fashion Week. Now a bunch of visual arts kids come to town for the Res Fest. Can everybody go home already? We liked New York just as it was, thank you very much. [flavorpill]
• That said, so much CMJ goodness today it'll knock your beat-up Converses off. Paper offers up their selections for tonight. [Paper]
• Jay McInerney, James Frey, A.H. Holmes, and other literary folks take part in Housing Work's Walking Words, part of a campaign to get world leaders to exert their political will to stop the AIDS epidemic. Last we checked, President Bush couldn't even exert his free will to use the restroom on his own. Baby steps. [Housing Works]

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In front of Hooters on West 56th Street today:

We've got nothing to add.

• The CMJ Music Marathon kicks off today, featuring nearly every band you've ever heard of and a slew of ones you haven't, all performing over the next four days. Passes are expensive ($445; $295 if you're a student), so we highly recommend stealing one from a member of the press who looks either frail or intoxicated. Preferably both. [flavorpill]
• See firsthand how Dave Eggers and company come up with the lyrics for One Ring Zero in the new documentary As Smart As They Are: The Author Project. It'll surely to push your tolerance for witty banter and precociousness past its natural limit. [Upcoming]
• Newest literary It-boy Ben Kunkel reads from newest literary It-book Indecision at 192 Books tonight. Go on and see what the fuss is all about before the three-headed Jonathan monster reclaims its rightful throne. [Paper]

We haven't really been following the saga of "Princess Antionette," the con artist from Buffalo who pretended to be a Saudi princess and tried to scam American Express and insurance companies out of nearly a million dollars. But we couldn't overlook the reason she was sentenced to merely one of year of time — and in a psych ward, not a prison — for grand larceny and insurance fraud. Buried in the last graf of the Post's report:

In this plus-size Fashion Week Edition: Elijah Wood making out with a female, Kate Moss and Pete Doherty looking lovey-dovey, Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams not, Condee Rice, Anna Wintour, Tom Brady making out sans girlfriend, Jake Gyllenhaal, Drew and Fab, Leo and Gisele, Kate Winslet and Mark Ruffalo, Lindsay Lohan, Kelly Osborne, and Michelle Trachtenberg looking for booze, Mary-Kate eating, Ashley taking a test, Matt Damon, Nicole Richie, Nicky Hilton and Fabian Basabe, Tara Reid, Linda Evangelista, the Black Eyed Peas and Josh Duhamel, Lauren Ambrose, Sarah Jessica Parker, John Cho (Harold from the stoner movie) and Heather Graham, Jaime King, Lizzie Grubman, Rosario Dawson, and Jason Lewis, David Schwimmer, Pharrell, Brooke Shields, LL Cool J, Mary Stuart Masterson, Ellen Barkin, Karolina Kurkova, Chris Martin, Joan Allen, Kiernan Culkin, Yoko Ono, Steve Schirripa, Steven Pasquale, Taye Diggs, Hope Davis, Macy Gray, Ryan Cabrera, Efren Ramirez, Chris Barrett, and Lydia Hearst, Cynthia Rowley, Parker Posey, Ric Ocasek, Canucks Dermot Mulroney and Mike Myers, B.D. Wong, Richard Branson, and Nicholas Brendon.

We don't think we've ever been handed quite so many flyers in one day as we were yesterday. Even at 9 at night, just a half-hour before the polls closed in the Democratic primary, we were offered literally dozens of pieces of political propaganda on our walk home down Eighth Avenue — and, surprisingly, not all of them were from the Ellner campaign's strategically deployed cute young boys.

• Princess Superstar — who, despite being included on New York Magazine's "50 Most Beautiful New Yorkers" list, still cannot rap to save her life — joins High Priest and Funkstorung at XLR8R's party tonight at Scenic. [flavorpill]
• New York contributing editor Ariel Levy reads from Female Chauvinist Pigs, which argues that the purportedly liberating sexual antics of Paris, Pam, and company are "actually a kind of limiting conformity." Who would have thought that acting like a trashy slut was so, like, typecasting? Corner Bookstore, 6pm. [Paper]
• Hotshot directors Anton Corbijn, Jonathan Glazer, Mark Romanek, and St phane Sednaoui discuss all things indie and film in a screening/roundtable Q&A session at the Walter Reade Theater. REM frontman Michael Stipe, who has a surprisingly extensive credit list on IMDB, moderates and emotes as expected. [WalterReade]

We're all cosmopolitan internationalists here, of course. But it's so much easier to be in favor of world government when that world government doesn't fuck up our traffic. As the Post reports:

On the one hand, we have to imagine this detail freaks the shit out of the city's Waspy and German Jewish power elite:

The front page of today's Post boldly proclaims that there's real sex going on in our city — which got our attention, obviously, because we didn't think it counted if it involved something purchased at Toys in Babeland. As it turns out, you dirty little minxes are humping more than just the plastic stuff:

We've been voting in Manhattan for nearly a decade. At three different polling places over the years. And in countless elections — we vote in everything: primaries and generals, federal and state and local. But we've never before seen anything like the craziness going on today in front of our current polling place, the Lesbain, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Community Center on West 13th Street. (We love that we vote there, mostly because we imagine it's Karl Rove's worst nightmare: That someone has to be surrounded by the gays in order to vote.)

Wait... No. No, it simply cannot be — or can it? After close to three years spent in darkness, breathing in only the stale air of our own filth, Gawker might actually get to go outside?

• Atmospheric art-house rockers Sigur Ros come to town, bringing with them all the inspiration you need to gaze off in the distance and meditate. [flavorpill]
• Candace Bushnell reads from her latest book Lipstick Jungle at the Barnes and Noble on E. 17th Street. Go hear her explain how the slutty, overindulgent actions of her characters represent female empowerment, and not a transparent rouse to get bored housewives in Iowa to buy the book. [Paper]
• A-Ha are still performing? Their Irving Plaza show costs 35 bucks? Their Irving Plaza show is sold out? Yes, yes, and, believe it or not, yes. [Irving Plaza]

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Friday:
• A Ronson (doesn't matter which one) and a Root (ditto) join the Platinum Pied Piers for a show at Southpaw in Brooklyn. [flavorpill]
• Decisions, decisions: Bloc Party play Roseland; Clap Your Hands Say Yeah play Bowery. Do you form opinions based on Vice or bloggers? Choose wisely, young grasshopper — somebody's judging you. [Upcoming x2]
• Semi-Permanent is a two-day technology and design conference at Lincoln Center in which influential creative types sit around and talk shop. You can hear what they have to say for $120 — a small price to pay for acquiring the knowledge that will allow you to annoint the next trucker hat weeks before your friends. [Semi-Permanent]
Saturday:
• Over the span of 36 weeks, four artists sent a sketchbook between Brooklyn and Belfast, each adding their own addition before sending it across the Atlantic. After 60,000 miles in travel and a huge fucking FedEx bill, the book finally comes to rest at 15 Nassau Street. From September 8th to October 9th. [Look at Book]
• The Big Apple Comic-Con comes to Penn Plaza Pavilion today. Now you can have your very own Entourage moment without shlepping to L.A. [Paper]
Sunday:
• Brazilian singer/guitarist Seu Jorge performs at Bowery Ballroom tonight. He sings in Portuguese, but it still sounds pretty. [flavorpill]

It seems we're about the only people in New York City — well, us and that tipster — who didn't already know all about the taxicab cops. But in case there are one or two other ignorami out there, we'll pass on the details we've learned today about these stealth vehicles.

We've heard rumors about this in the past, but never before have we seen photographic proof. Now, thanks to a devoted and cameraphone-wielding reader, we present documentary evidence: There really are cop cars dressed up as taxicabs.

Crazy baby-snatchers caught on tape? And just one day after a crazy baby-stabbing? What's next? Crazy baby mudlarking?