Another St. Louisan Escapes, or My Failing New Year's Resolution

One of my new year's resolutions was to read less tabloid trash. (I'm smart enough not to tell anyone when I make my resolutions, but clearly dumb enough to come clean when I break them.) I know, I know. It's hard to believe that such a highbrow literary sort as myself would spend hours poring over ridiculous celebrity gossip on countless blogs...but it's true. We all have our betes noirs (betes noir?) (bete noirs?). That's how I know that the smart but searingly snarky Gawker web site has been pointing its ridiculing finger at a new New York scenester named Derek Blasberg. Their items caught my eye because they mentioned that the 24-year-old is a writer from St. Louis, a grad of Affton High. And let's face it, most people I know never leave St. Louis, let alone pop up on Page Six with some frequency. No real idea what Blasberg's written, but the way Gawker's covering it, it's as if a St. Louisan gaining entree into New York's hip society life is like a turnip getting elected president.

I could totally be all over the New York party scene. You know, were I in New York...and a partier. And, like, popular and stuff.

On a far more interesting note about St. Louis writers may I alert/remind/inform you that 52nd City will be celebrating the publication of its newest issue this upcoming weekend -- and its one year anniversary. Massive congratulations due to Andrea Avery, Thomas Crone and Stefene Russell whose dedication, inspiration and perspiration (figuratively speaking, one hopes) are the reason St. Louis has such a fine lit mag as this. Details below.

Please join 52nd City Magazine as we celebrate our one year anniversary and the release of our latest print issue—STUFF.

STUFF ISSUE RELEASE PARTY AT SNOWFLAKE Saturday, January 13, 2007 2:00-5:00 PM 3156 Cherokee, St. Louis, MO 63118

MYSTERY SACKS OF STUFF Free mystery stacks of stuff to all who attend—while they last

SHOW & TELL STUFF Bring your favorite stuff or interesting collection and share a story...sort of an open mic night show-and-tell for your marbles, matchbooks, and memorabilia

I'm so completely unhip that I have absolutely no idea where or what a Snowflake is. But you should find out. And go.