Farley partied for four straight days, smoked crack and snorted heroin with a call girl, then took her back to his apartment. When they argued about money, she got up to leave. He tried to follow but collapsed on the living room floor, struggling to breathe. His final words were “Don’t leave me.” She took pictures of him, stole his watch, wrote a note saying she’d had a lot of fun, and left. He died alone.
Tom Farley & Tanner Colby, on Chris Farley’s death, from this, via this via this via the www rabbit hole I went down last week after Robin Williams
The roaches New Yorkers encounter are often German cockroaches—Blattella germanica—rather than American ones. The German cockroach is thought to have originated in Southeast Asia. In Germany, it is known as the Russian cockroach. The American cockroach, meanwhile, is native to Africa, and is sometimes referred to as the Bombay canary. This cosmopolitanism is presumably one reason that the cockroach lineage has endured, and that it is likely to keep on doing so long after the museum, New York, and all its Raid-toting inhabitants are gone.
Elizabeth Kolbert, in “Shouts & Murmurs.” The reference to the Carboniferous era reminded me of my own reference to it (also re. the noble cockroach) in the first piece I ever got published.
The church down the block from my building was recently converted into a roller disco called the Church of 8 Wheels. ("Come join D. Miles, Jr., San Francisco’s "GodFather of Skate," and the Holy Rollers of the Church of 8 Wheels, as we get our skate groove on!") (“CLOSED TUES. AUG 26 UNTIL TUES. SEPT. 2 FOR BURNING MAN,” natch.)