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Saturday, November 29, 2021

This backpack, with a woman attached to it, was in front of me recently on the No. 6 subway train. So I snapped a cameraphone photo of it. Bigger (not necessarily much better) version up on Flickr.

I guess the purpose of festooning yourself (or in this case, your accessories) with little metal buttons is to express your beliefs. Not much doubt as to which way this lady leans, with the Obama campaign and Locavore movement proudly displayed in pin-on form.

My favorite of this grouping, though, is the gender-disparity one, with the boy-girl lookyloos enclosed by the legend stating, “Oh, So That Explains The Difference In Our Pay”.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 11/29/2008 04:32:30 PM
Category: New Yorkin', Photography, Political, Women
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theTenDollarBill.com looks about as authentic as the proverbial three-dollar bill.

Mainly because the site is just too slick-looking. All the Flash-powered layout and navigation, and those nice-looking video clips, just scream of a professional job by some creative agency, probably to promote some upcoming movie. In fact, the premise sounds vaguely familiar to me:

I know this will sound crazy. It is crazy. But it’s true. Here goes: I met this girl last week in Sheep’s Meadow (Central Park). I was playing Frisbee golf, and accidentally hit her in the head, while driving for an oak tree near the public restrooms.

I grabbed some ice from some nearby soda dude, and the next thing I know, we’re throwing back a few glasses of wine, basking in the glow of a gorgeous New York City night and laughing like we were on the same mathlete team in highschool.

Well it gets better, or worse, depending on your opinion. My phone was out of juice, again. So she wrote her number on a ten dollar bill I found in my wallet.

I wake up the next morning and it’s gone. Not the wallet, the tenspot. Turns out my double dunce roommate decided to “borrow” some money. Says I “owed him.” Yep, he took the freaking bill and spent it.

So you see my dilema. I gotta find this girl, and to do so, I have to find the Ten Dollar Bill. PLEASE HELP. Check your wallets, your cash registers, your safes, everywhere. Someone has to have it. The number is written in glitter pen on the top left hand corner of the back of the bill. I wish I had a photographic memory. Please help.

Sure, it’s possible that this guy, one Vernon Wingfield of the East Village, really went through all this, and even set up a blog and Facebook page to spread the word. But I definitely wouldn’t bet on it — not even an Alexander Hamilton.

So why am I bothering to post this? The thing is, I can’t find an online trace of any ulterior motive. No “a-ha” clue like a suspect whois registration of the URL, no plot keyword find on IMDb, no entertainment-news tidbit, nothing. So, despite my innate cynicism, I might have to admit that this whole quest to find this elusive “Michele with one ‘L’” is actually legit.

Except, that my gut says it’s not. Maybe some flaky reporter from Jacksonville got taken in, but it’ll take more than that for me to become a true believer.

All that said, I will dutifully report that I came across one of Vernon’s paper flyers, right in the neighborhood. It was in a Starbucks near Broadway and Bleecker, right on the cafe tables. So if that helps this cause, there it is.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 11/29/2008 03:56:34 PM
Category: Advert./Mktg., Creative, New Yorkin'
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