world's fair nut that i am, i've never been to the miserable ruins of the 1964 world's fair, that clownish sci-fi spectacle on your left in queens as you pile to the airport . new york city's suburban outcropping of utopia -- the fair and the twa terminal -- two means of escape, imagined and real --- both abandoned by their cities for the grim functional. now the parks department (are they like the phone company in 'the presidents analyst or what?) wants to redevelop the space into some queens-ready lincoln center job. well, you can get them to ps1, maybe, but good luck with flushing.

SPEAKING OF miserable futures, this is the most absurd bs rock star bullshit i've seen in a while. i mean, if anything we should be mad that their inflated, career-clinging psychobabble is going to infect our heads three months longer than we'd previously thought.