Secrets of the City

Steve profiles Dessa here.

Huh, I posted about this on SOTC this morning A Proposition To Party

Dear, mnspeak.

What happened to us?

Forget hip-hop, the novel, poetry, the Internet, the newspaper, or the Q&A. You know what needs saving?

Us.

We used to laugh with each other; and when I say each other I mean Mollie P. and three other twisted fuckers impersonating me, at least two of whom were myself. So I guess I mean we would be laughing at Matt Bartel with each other. Anyway, we would have 100 comments before 4 p.m. Sure, 39 of them were by me or by me trying to meme, but still. It felt like you cared a quarter to a third as much as I did.

And you know, sure, I might sound needy right now, but I’m not writing a letter to a website. I know that things are different now. That Rex has taken his millions to ground zero and Max has buried all the republicans and scrote has probably found Jesus for Christ’s sake. And yes, I know, the Bartels have taken our baby and left us with this scummy bathwater. But if there’s anybody out there who wants to cross this threshold and get dirty with me…One. More. Time.

What, you gonna let a captcha stop you?

Something like Love,
Steve

Plenty of Republicans still here. A lot fewer trolls, though.

I like trolls. We sit under bridges and exchange bullshit boxcar stories and drink cheap wine and talk about how Dylan is overrated.

Where my trolls at?

Let’s dance.

Marsh, you suck.

Bob, I liked you better when you were a fey nanny stater holding a not-so-closeted grudge against the machine shop kids who wore lucky’s rolled up in their sleeves and stole your bag lunch after knocking your civics books from your arms. At least that guy was real.

I’ve been waiting to say that since late January.

Now we’re ’speaking.

Huh. Max Ross just posted an interview with Dessa. Didn’t know he was writing it, but nice timing to go into this thread.

I had this odd thought about SOTC this morning on the bus when I was reading about poster boy in the NYTimes. It just seems that the average demographic on here is too out of touch with anything actual undiscovered or underground. It’s all about the Guthrie or Transit. Where are the posts about some cool outsider art opening with kegs of Schlitz Malt Liquor? Or the bakery that by day sells a nice cake donut but at night is a Hot Tranny Mess of a Latino Drag Queen bar?

Where have all the hipsters gone? Long time passing…

Wait, what? Am I having a stroke or something? I’m putting on a show with a chick rapper who just put out a book featuring her surreal trip to the dentist and dougie fucking d is lookin’ for something, you know, with a little more edge?!

Get. The Fuck. Outta here.

Before I go all Richard III on your ass and you start mainstreaming down your Dockers.

Bob, I liked you better when you were a fey nanny stater holding a not-so-closeted grudge against the machine shop kids who wore lucky’s rolled up in their sleeves and stole your bag lunch after knocking your civics books from your arms. At least that guy was real.

No one takes my lunch money, least of all a Nancy Boy like you, Marsh. Just waiting for my man Barrry to sign the SCHIP bill into law so I can hear you cry like a little girl about the cost of a pack of cancer sticks!

I’ve missed you, too, Steve. (wipes tear)

I love you, man…

So a book reading by a college professor (instructor?) is now cutting edge?

Pinch me. I think I’m dreaming.

Good to see you so cranky, Marshie.

I can hardly wait for Saturday.

If Dessa is not edgy, there is no edge.

Also $14? I guess that makes it OK for the Blue Hairs of the Guthrie to believe that it is actually art.

careening intellectualism, dry humor, and earnest curiosity.

lol

Okay, Mr. dougiestreets. Do you think the metro section of the fucking Times harbors more dissidents than the old punks and jazz men at a music college? And did Che ask the Cuban peasants if they knew how to read, or if they knew how to spraypaint a subway poster?

Feel free to lower the bar again with your next comment, but why don’t you peep the tractatus dessalophicus first, homie. Max linked to it in the first comment. The bright blue letters.

Now, shoo.

And we’ve come full circle to SOTC was cooler when it was mnspeak when it was Rex when it had a mohawk and tight rolled jeans and listened to Lou Reed.

Marsh you get compensated based on pageviews?

If so is trolling an effective tool to increase them?

So, what calling an ignorant asshole like dougie an ignorant asshole is now considered “trolling”? That sounds like code language to me, Dr. Seuss.

Ryonol, I’m not getting paid for pageviews, this event, or for smacking your delicate little sensibilities firmly on the bottom.

This place needs to lighten up. There are good trolls, there are bad trolls, and then there are trollops, like me. I’m bored. And I’m randy. And I just want to love you all at once.

If that’s so wrong…

I’m glad you move downtown, Stevie. I don’t think Uptown could handle the awesomeness that you have become.

I am not a Jedi yet.

Who’s next?

Are you not entertained?

Whoa.

I’m ignorant because I don’t share your floppy balding head interests? Tosh, at least I don’t get rolled by 15 yo’s while I’m eating cream pies in front of my upscale grocer.

They walked away with nothing but Peruvian soles, bro. And I?

I walked away more poweful than you can possibly imagine.

Even though, clearly, you try.

Tosh, the power of a tale well told! Though my hair grows thin, and grey, those streets (right in front of Kowalskis on 24th there) will forever ring with my name!

Oh hells yes, a Marsh thread. I was having a pretty stressful day, a Marsh thread is just what I needed to see when I got home.

Welcome to my dojo, Bix. We are currently redefining trolling and meditating about ice cream pies. Join us. Assume the lotus and start humming Happiness is a Warm Gun.

I don’t mind trolls, they’re just comments I don’t like and I ignore them. I’m a free market commentor, who thinks everyone should be allowed to comment save a few extreme exceptions. Damn communist commenters wanting perfect utopian threads.

I ain’t mad atcha.

Dougie, do you ever read my Secrets of the Day? It might not be all underground art openings with kegs of schlitz, but I think I do an okay job of posting unusual stuff that other pubs aren’t talking about. If you’re looking for warehouse art parties and the like, bookmark my other blog l’etoile magazine — now that’s where the hipsters reside — just ask MnMo.

Oh, and I’d like to note that in the MnMo link above, having “l’etoile magazine preview your gig” is one layer cooler than “MNSpeak founder Rex Sorgatz invites you to one of his parties.”

Well, he has had a rough couple of days, but the Big O can sleep well tonight. He signed the SCHIP bill into law, which means about 4 more million kids in this country can get some health insurance — and the 7 million kids who already are covered it can keep being covered.

Oh, and I am SO going to read Dessa’s new book. Thanks for the post, max. I missed the Strib article.

Marsh while your redefining internet memes could you please address “hipsters”

I myself have been guilty of directing my angst at hipsters while potentially engaging in hipsterlike activities. See therein lies the problem; hipster is an easy label to throw on others but very few associate internally with it.

Perhaps while applying a literary judochop on trolls you could “sweep the leg” of hipster definition.

My definition of a hipster: Someone who immerses themselves in a scene for purely social reasons, with no intention of contributing anything other than their hotness and possibly some of their weed and/or coke.

I am a hipster.

I own it.

You cannot.

IMHO it has more to do with investing too much of your personality in perception.

You can have it I don’t like PBR anyways

The Renaissance Italians called what I have sprezzaturra. The French may refer to me as a flaneur. Mailer would’ve called me an existentialist white negro. The Stones would sing that I am a man of style and grace. You can perceive me any way that you want, ryanol. However, it is my perception of you that the world will struggle to ignore.

I don’t overthink the pibber. You can have that chant if you want.

Glad you noticed…I am kind of awesome.

Oh and my bubby would call you meshuga

Hey Sparber. Yeah, sorry, I’m not the best communicator. Sigh.

You don’t have to give a head’s up when you do a story. It was just a nice coincidence of timing.

What happened to the underground sex dungeon near Kramarczek’s and Surdyk’s?
When I first started lurking here there was talk of that. Am I mis-remembering?

Is that the kind of stuff you miss Marsh?

Shoot, I wish I’d hung out longer at Grote’s bbq; you and I met for a split second as I was leaving when you arrived.

The sex dungeon is closed, jane. I blame wayno. Since he meet his girlfriend, he never comes by any more, and we’re right across the street!

Anyone want to buy a black leather hood with a zipper mouth? Good contition, just the usual wear ‘n tear.

Back to the original point of this thread: THIS is funny.

What’s funny, kate, Steve’s shirt?

He’s got a “Where’s Waldo” look going on.

I think it’s more of a French street mime look. Kind of ironic, eh?

Hey, Jeremy Messersmith could be Andyst’s stunt double.

God dammit. I was sitting quietly counting my Rosary beads and look what I missed. Fire this thing up again.

Marsh was the keystone, the lynchpin, the grease fire keeping this thread burning.

You mean the troll manning the bridge?

cut marsh some slack. it’s not easy bringing MSP mag into the digital era.

jane, I saw Andy on Medicine Lake Saturday afternoon. He doesn’t need a stunt double…does all his own stunts. and well at that.

You mean the troll manning the bridge?

Or, in your case, girling the bridge.

Jeremy Messersmith is infinitely more attractive than me. He’s a sex bomb.

I’m trolloping the bridge.

who the fuck is Steve Marsh?

I’ll bet he asks that same question each morning when he lights up his first cig.

Who? Steve? Steve only smokes because it makes him look so debonair.

QFE and fixed

Oh, and I’d like to note that in the MnMo link above, having “l’etoile magazine preview your gig” is no way near as cool than “MNSpeak founder Rex Sorgatz invites you to one of his Gossip Girl viewing parties.”

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