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The NY Post has another story in the ongoing ogling at Theresa Duncan's death. The East Village artist apparently "fell into suicidal depression after telling friends that oddball rocker Beck backed out of her movie project." So now we have yet another baffling peek into the paranoid mindset Duncan and her long time boyfriend Jeremy Blake were in when they committed suicide, just one week apart from each other. In the January issue of Vanity...

This week in the Times, Bruni one-stars “freestyle” Latin restaurant Rayuela on the LES. Says, “it’s a beautiful, fascinating, frustrating place, its cosmetic showiness echoed by dishes that are also all over the map, in terms of their appeal as well as their geographic and ethnic tethers.” He loves the tuna relleno, the arraz con pollo, and the lobster ceviche, and also the cocktails and the house-made bread.

That's hard to dispute; it does sound crazy. The Culture of Contact festival includes movies at Two Boots, artwork at P.S. 63, and music at Lit Lounge all weekend long. Tickets are available at the event's linked-to site.

It's the longest day of the year, so you should be able to fit Shepard Fairey's exhibit and at least one of the following events in.

- The Daily News' Pascale LeDraoulec thought velvet ropes were so yesterday...but he went to Buddakan and realized he was wrong

"I grew up in Brooklyn—first in Crown Heights and then we moved to Cobble Hill," Mr. Lee said. "My late mother had the vision to say, 'We should buy a home.' We were one of the first people to buy a brownstone in Fort Greene—this was when the getting was good," he said. "Back then, Atlantic Avenue divided Cobble Hill and Brooklyn Heights like opposite sides of the train tracks. Now when you see young white professionals walking down Myrtle Avenue," he cracked up, "there are white linen tables on the sidewalk! I never would have thunk it."Who knew sidewalk dining could be so funny? Spike is promoting his new film, The Inside Man, which does have an irresistible combination of Denzel Washington, Jodie Foster, Clive Owen and NYC (the posters, which are crisp and graphic, help).

Normally, a Villager article on the closing of an East Village bar wouldn't rate a mention on the august pages of Gothamist, but for this one, we need to make an exception. The East Village Lounge (aka the Ruby Lounge on 2nd between A and B) was closed down on Friday the 10th for operating past legal hours and serving minors:

A woman who had just picked up coffee from an East Village Dunkin' Donuts was forced into a car by a man posing as a police officer. She managed to escape when police pulled over Richard Padilla's car - he had cut off their car at 119th Street and 2nd Avenue - yelling that he had raped her. Padilla had told the woman he had a gun and kept her captive in his car from 6AM - 8:30AM Monday morning as he drove to a number of spots to sexually assault her. While he was charged with kidnapping, committing a criminal sexual act, sexual abuse and criminal possession of marijuana, Padilla was also wearing a sweater that the letters "NYSP" - New York State Police. The lawyer for Padilla, who was convicted to sexual assault in 1987, said, "He hasn't been arrested for 19 years. He's entitled to some bail." - alas, he was not.

Gothamist doesn't smoke. And yet, we can't help but feel compassion for the puffing masses that huddle outside of New York's bars to get their hit of nicotine before they shuffle back indoors for a hit of alcohol. And so, it seems the outdoor bar has been lifted to the status of tavern treasure within the whole five boroughs. The East Village seems rife with options in this category - from DBA to The Boxcar Lounge. But where, oh where, is the smoking barfly to go in the glorious borough of Brooklyn?

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