During our recent walking tour of New York City's remaining Warholian relics, we wandered over to 57 Great Jones Street, the building where downtown darling Jean-Michel Basquiat died in 1988. Nearly a quarter of a century later, the property bears little evidence of its art-world history: upstairs, the architectural-interior-design firm Mond Design Associates inhabits the loft where Basquiat was found splayed out on the floor; downstairs is Japan Premium Beef Inc., a Kobe Club-quality Wagyu storefront butcher, and Bohemian, a sushi den (that also serves foie-gras soba) tucked away in the back, accessible through a narrow street-level corridor. The only acknowledgment that the address has any special meaning, that we saw, was the phantom scribble "SAMO LIVES ON," written beside the entrance leading to the loft where Basquiat died.

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THIS JERK OF ART HAS NO STREET CRED

It's been a monumental week in the Suckadelic quest for world domination. Last Wednesday, the Sucklord found himself unceremoniously banished from BRAVO's Work of Art, after the endearing reality-TV character failed to impress judges in a street-art challenge. The masked Voice cover star's immediate real-world response was to flip his failure into a commercial win by releasing a Morgan Phillips born-loser action figure that mocked the Sucklord persona versus the person, his nationally televised loss, and the absurdity of a contrived competition, all in a three-inch resin sculpture. But that's not all.

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​In the search for renewable energy, humans have dug through Earth, split atoms, and harnessed the Sun. Have we been flushing the solution to our fuel problems all along? Japanese toilet manufacturer Toto, creators of this remarkable product, have made a motorized tricycle with a toilet for a seat. As TokyoMango reports, the amazing thing about this machine is that it runs completely on the driver's feces. Any poop taken on the machine is directly converted into fuel. The bike is driving from the southern tip of Japan to Tokyo to raise awareness for Toto's efforts to reduce CO2 emissions. This is the rare instance when someone is told not to go to the bathroom before a long road trip.

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The phrase "fat chicks" isn't necessarily offensive, as we recently learned from researching the feature story "Guys Who Like Fat Chicks" -- in some circles, the words have been reclaimed as an defending-honor twist on the crass beer-coozy slogan "No Fat Chicks."

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​Halloween: The night (or nights) where single New Yorkers inevitably fall in love with handsome and/or "slutty" costumed incarnations of other New Yorkers, maybe for a night, maybe forever. But with all of those costumes and parties and all that booze, some of those connections are bound to be lost forever, unless, like one young man did, you take action.

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'Not entirely sure who's responsible this -- the most readily available culprits are the Rainman-esque "genius" children of Cooper Union -- but someone actually took the time to tie several pieces of bright orange string to the tipped-gate of Cooper Square Park, then run them down the length of the park, and tied the string off at the north end of the park, by the benches. Both the actual junkies as well as the junkie-looking Village Voice writers who frequent Cooper Square Park during the day are -- if not visibly, profoundly confused -- generally keeping away from it today. More here:

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​The G-Train: the only subway line in New York City that doesn't go through Manhattan, the main rail between Long Island City, Greenpoint, Williamsburg, and South Brooklyn. Possibly the only subway line with its own beauty pageant. But a subway line of suffering.

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​It's been a while since our last horrifying footwear roundup, but it seems an urgent situation has arisen. People are wearing five-fingered shoes -- those running shoes that make purist assholes who run look like their toes are fingers -- around office buildings, on the subway, all over town. When not even running! Furthermore, the perpetrators of this crime aren't even athletic.

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​The Material Girl is directing a film shoot in Brooklyn, and one man says that her crew was less than polite in telling him to walk on the other side of the street. "A chick with a headset held up her arm and said, 'You have to cross the street, sir!' I replied: 'I don't have to do anything. This is my neighborhood, and a public sidewalk, and I'll go where I please!'" a commenter who goes by "Palladian" wrote on the blog Althouse. Then the frustration of his Wednesday-morning walk escalated from this point until he unknowingly encountered Madonna.

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​Sometimes, news happens right before your very eyes! Or even outside your building! To you! We have received word that there are "four guys" outside handing fliers out in front of the Village Voice offices. Even more, they are protesting the (for the record: unionized) Village Voice for union-busting! What gives?

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