• It's the penultimate tour stop for pretty boy and dubious Cameron Diaz paramour Justin Timberlake. Alternately, spare yourself the preening tweens and cash and just watch the VMAs at home. [Upcoming]
• Local filmmaker Peter Josyph presents his book, Liberty Street: Encounters at Ground Zero, which chronicles the making of his 9/11 documentary. Like the Oliver Stone flick without all the capitalist guilt. [New York Magazine]
• German producer Ellen Allien collaborates with experimental act Apparat at Hiro for Orchestra of Bubbles, a "synergistic nebula of ominous strings, turbo-charted synths, precision-guided beats, heartbreaking melodies, and mutated vocals that dances to trance's pots-millennial implosion." Evidently, you need a graduate degree to write about techo these days. [Flavorpill]

It's a hell of a town. The Bronx is up, The Battery's - ah, who gives a shit where The Battery is. Who gives a shit about New York, really? It's as if some group of evil masterminds got together and said, Let's create a place that we can fill full of douchebags who aren't pretty enough to make it in Hollywood or charismatic enough to wind up in D.C. Furthermore, let's tell them how "creative" and "bohemian" they are, and let's make them think that they're the final arbiters of what the rest of the country sees, hears, and reads. But let's make sure that these are the most insecure people in the world, so that telling them that they make those decisions serves to fuel the rampant egomania and self-importance so commonly masked by insecurity.

We're going to cross our fingers and hope that you read the paper before you brushed your teeth this morning: Turns out that our fabled New York City tap water is suffering from turbidity, or, as The Times describes it, "clouded by particles of clay, washed into upstate reservoirs by violent storms in quantities that make the water look like chocolate Yoo-hoo." (We would have gone with "doody juice," but, you know, we're not The Times.)