• New York EIC and Elvis Costello imposter Adam Moss joins Time ME Richard Stengel to remind you that the media can be slightly inaccurate. Hold on to your seats for this one. [NYSEC]
• The Gimme Shelter fundraiser has it all: 80s musicians in the process of making a comeback (Debbie Harry), New York icons (the Beastie Boys), a good cause (saving cute, fuzzy animals), and a reason for you to keep living (an open bar). [Rational-Animal]
• Lord Whimsy, one of New York's top dandies (certainly there must be a ranking of these things somewhere), shows other dandies how to refine their lives. Your brows should always be perfectly arched, even in hell. [flavorpill]

The date: September 29th 2006

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• Remember the first time you had sex? At Fresh Meat, comedians share their first jokes, which are almost as bad as the night you lost it. [Comix]
• Dragons of Zynth, Harlem Shakes, White Rabbits, and the Subjects team up to bring you more psychedelic, new-age, doo-wop, post-garage pop than your Chucks can handle. [flavorpill]
• Tired of being elbowed by the douchebag who attempts to unfold a Times on a crowded train? Sick of that stupid kid and his candy bars? Had enough of heavy breathing perverts who flash you? Listen to those who share your pain at a reading of The Subway Chronicles. [NYM]

We've said this before, but the proliferation of painfully obvious PR plants, poorly disguised as Gawker Stalker sightings, continues to make our mailbox cry. So maybe it's time for a refresher on how these things work. This morning, we received the following sighting, boldface and all:

In a short interval between panda strokes and greenmarket browsing, Gothamist launches their News Map, a Google Maps contraption that tracks raw data from emergency calls around New York. Only the most bare minimum of data, and some of the truncated call event descriptions (especially those in the "Unmapped Incidents" box) are kind of hilarious. "Shots Fired" and "Perp Search" are pretty self-explanatory, but how do the authorities handle an "Unusual Occurence" at Battery Place and West Street? Lots of outer-borough danger as well; Brooklyn sports a "Bias Attack" and "Trauma," among other unpleasantness.

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• Curumin, the Brazilian singer/producer, plays the guitar and drums to hip-hop and jazz beats. The more influences, the better. [flavorpill]
• The Film Forum shows Brazil, Terry Gilliam's 141-minute vision of the fucked-up dystopia of the future. We'd advise against smoking anything before seeing this one. [Paper]
• It's no secret that the other coast has been hogging the teen drama scene with Laguna Beach and The O.C. Now we've got The NYC, which comes complete with a puppy-obsessed overachieving virgin and a bitchy omni-dater who believes Keds are for losers. [The Pit]

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Friday:
• Volver earns the prestigious title of "centerpiece" in the prestigious 19-day New York Film Festival. People, presumably those of prestige, flock to buy moderately-priced $40 admission tickets. [flavorpill]
• Slightly less prestigious but no less talented, the NYC Photobloggers Conglomerate or somesuch gathers tonight in Soho at the Apple Store. Rock geek out with your cock out. [NYCPhotobloggers]

Because Fridays are about feeling good (in the neighborhood, if you will, and we do hope to see you at the 'Bees for after-work drinks!), a heartwarming story about actor Edward Norton at an unnamed NYC restaurant:

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• Clap Your Hands Say Yeah hit Central Park with Takka Takka, where they'll play for those rare bloggers who have enough money to buy the $32-plus-fees ticket. [Paper]
• Jewtopia authors Bryan Fogel and Sam Wolfson explain why the chosen folk rule the world. [NYM]
• Wired hosts a weekend-long festival of geek-friendly events. See how far they can take that Conde party budget. [flavorpill]

Star Map [Page Six]
Earlier: Tomorrow in the Post: Weborrhea N.Y.C.
Nostalgia: So Does This Mean George Clooney Won't Marry Us?

It might not have technically occurred in the hellish heart of the Meatpacking District, but after having spent this week bemoaning a neighborhood drowning in hair gel, it's nice to see that the area's gritty glory days aren't forever lost:

Grub Street takes a moment to sing the praises of deli buffets, in particular those foods which age well after 6-12 hours under heat lamps. Salisbury steak? "Jump on this!" Sure, if first we've gotten so cross-eyed with late-night booze that we'd happily chew on a pig's ear, long as it's hot. The other recommendations involve burrowing to the center of congealed mashed potatoes or glutinous pasta tumors; in other words, tactics which rely on faith in unseen goodness. However, this brings up a perennial New York question, which is: What happens to the acres of unsold crapfood you always see suppurating under the lamps at the city's numberless bodegas? One assumes that tonight's leftovers go into tomorrow's omelets, and other such recycling. Anyone with firsthand experience or observation, please let us know via tips or the comments below. Be as graphic as you can stand.

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• Forest Whitaker and Gillian Anderson star in The Last King of Scotland, based on the regime of a former Ugandan dictator. Expect a lot of history buffs who happen to own all nine box sets of The X Files. [flavorpill]
• Some Rolling Stones and Kanye West fans trek to the depths of New Jersey for a once-in-a-lifetime concert. Others send hate mail asking why it wasn't at the Garden. [NYM]
• Veteran journalist Edward Kosner talks shit about Newsweek and reads from his memoir. [B&N]

As the Times reports, "The New York City Board of Health voted unanimously yesterday to move forward with plans to prohibit the city's 20,000 restaurants from serving food that contains more than a minute amount of artificial trans fats, the chemically modified ingredients considered by doctors and nutritionists to increase the risk of heart disease." We're of two minds here: On the one hand, it's hard not to see this as another example of Bloomberg-era nanny-statism aimed pretty specifically at the lower orders (as a Times sidebar explains, most of your high end, Danny Meyer-type joints already eschew trans fats) in an attempt to modify behavior without spending any money on root causes. On the other hand, if you've ever tried to wedge yourself in between two tubbies shoveling the contents of a KFC Mashed Potato Bowl into their gaping maws aboard a crowded 6 train, you can sort of see the point.

• It would seem that people are actually willing to live in that big blue thing on the LES, despite its obvious aesthetic misfortune. [Curbed]
• In instances of mass emergencies and dizzying hysteria, be sure to sign on to your computer and click these links. [New Yorkology]
• Do not talk to people on subways, unless you want them to blog 10,000 words on why you shouldn't have talked to them. [This Place Is Dead Anyway]
• Snow leopard momentarily distracts Gothamist from panda-oriented issues. [Gothamist]