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November 03, 2007



Uh-oh, this must mean that the hipster invasion of Ridgewood has begun. I always dreaded this day.

But seriously: it's a great neighborhood--I'm a native, now living elsewhere, and I miss it very much--and I hope you enjoy living there. More power to you for being proud of where you live, instead of pretending it's somewhere else.

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  • If Ayn Rand and Walter Benjamin got in a cage fight and then made up over foie gras, single malt scotch and indie pop, you'd have the delightful adventures of "That Was Probably Awkward." Plus or minus the single malt and foie gras, depending on the week's finances. But always the indie pop. Sad, stirring indie pop. And a decent happy hour.

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