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11.28.03 From the Morning News: Thriller. "The allegations have set a fire in the media and a guilty verdict in the public's mind. But the reason anyone cares at all in the first place is the music. Writer and once-Michael Sarah Hepola recalls what his landmark album means to her." Guitarded: Mp3s of guys making guitar sounds with their mouths. Remember, as a great man once said yesterday, "How do you hold a cloud and pin it down? You can't chart the movements of a unicorn, yo." 11.27.03 11.26.03
ps WHAT A SLICE OF LIFE! thanks, wd. and now, pictures! Oh, first, Musto on Michael Jackson. As you all know, it's me and Liz Taylor against the world when it comes to Jacko, and boy am I tired of being asked for an interview every time I turn around. Here's Musto: "Rude comments about the state of Michael Jackson's face don't exactly raise the level of discourse, but come on, when that mug shot hit the news, you had to stop and shriek a little...But wait a Neverland minute! We need to separate the blusher from the bullshit. I'm terrified that we may be turning into a tabloid version of Brandon Teena's lynchers, making merciless fun of any celebrity's gender nonconformity or fashion extremism." And now, a little NYC photo album, care of Katie, Troy and Debs. Three badass mother*honk*ers Last but not least, my house party is Saturday night, at the Emerald Caverns. For directions and a shopping list, contact Chairman Meow. 11.25.03 From Professor Sallypants, NEW JEAN TEASDALE, fucking finally, says she. This here's my contribution: The Museum of Anti-Alcohol Posters. In related news, Rhinestone Cowboy in Drunk Hit and Run (Bob). Make sure you read the last sentence. Last Plane to
Jakarta has a new format for me to steal, and dude finally wrote about
Hail to the Thief, which is fine by me, because I haven't even gotten
to hear it yet. Oh, and John and Lalitree say,
Shalini was kind and sent stuff yesterday. Thusly I give you Shalini's
linkdump, unadulterated. "just because you asked ;) also, i should
mention that all of those are from metafilter," she says. Could
I Get That Song in Elvis, Please? Oh, and Columbia Heights is getting its own Guardian Angels. That's pretty cool. These pics are from friend Deb D's trip to Oaxaca for the Day of the Dead. More or less. I accidentally deleted all the captions and contextual information...let's see...this is the side of Diego Rivera's and Frida Kahlo's house, though.
11.24.03 One of my friends in New York, Charles (Chas) Wilkin, is a graphic designer, and he's interviewed in Metropolis magazine this month. Scrap Book: Collages by Charles Wilkin. And here is his site: Automatic Art And Design. From Ms. Caryn - Sooo....the Sniper got the death penalty, the 'Skins lost again, Neverland is crumbling, and the Village Voice canned its sports section. Basically, nothing good is going on in the world, except for the global warming that's keeping things balmy, right up to Thanksgiving week. Got more good news? Please send it in. Love J.
Speaking of Fine ladies, another sent a missive today, thanking ME for linking to her site, rachelkramerbussel.com. Sweet. And....New York's youngest, most obscure Grande Dame in now a licensed driver! I almost forgot, live from London, Briton, candidate, and HK friend Random reports on the Dubya lovefest. Oh, AND you really should go over to Shaliniland and read about her evening at the karaoke bar. Finally, I may be of a certain age, but these are the sorts of people with whom I live, doing the sorts of things that happen in our home. Love, jm
11.19.03 where are you going to be on saturday night, nov 22nd? The correct answer is C!!! Go watch Tupac tonight so that you have Saturday free to come see one of my favorite musicians play at my very own house! $5 to get in. The show starts at 9pm. Go to morninglightrecords.com for the details. There are 2 other bands playing, the Blow and Anna Oxygen. And from sallypants:
11.18.03 But I think the reason DC's mood is so darkly lovely today is that George W. Bush is far away! In the United Kingdom of Bush-loathing. Maybe he won't return. Maybe he'll decide the life of the expat is good, and he'll wile away his days entertaining cafe folk with tales of his Glory Days of Crusading Against Everything You Love and Cherish. I think this Briton would like to keep our little lunatic: 2:17 pm - Black humour as a pressure relief. "I need to let off some steam or I might attack the television set." Debs finally posted, and it's more than worth the effort of a click: Where I've Been. Attention Shoppers - From IWantOneofThose.com, and Random of Mother England: The L39 Jet. Yours for $338,598.31. From McSweeney's, by way of kottke, The Dick and Jane Reader for Advanced Students. Speaking of getting rid of Bush, here's a Map of the US showing who's donating to which party for the 2004 Election. Chairman Meow wants to bring back the music section, so I'm going to start with a song by Ballentine, who happen to be made up of housemates and friends who won't sue me. Are You Still on the Line is a really pretty number. You can find the rest, here. Feeling guilty about all your ill-begotten mp3s? Send them back! At sendthemback.org. It's not a joke - it's brought to you by Parents and Their Kids against Stealing™. No shit.
Lost son Brian J. Eskridge reports from a Seattle spro spot. one very tall man with huge blonde mullet, ass-hugging levis and overly
large white high-tops. parked his 74 dodge pickup (with "got poi,"
and "drum circles save souls" bumber stickers) in the middle
of the street to dash into a local espresso joint and grab a hot joe.
bounced back into his rig while dailing a cell phone and laid some rubber
to punctuate his exit. 11.18.03 On the other end of the scale are my housemates, who rule, because every party they throw or attend becomes a dance party. Oh, they have other good qualitites, but I'm too lazy to name them. But here's something cute: Bears Will Attack, the halfassed protoblog occasionally attended to by Mr. Brian Minter, who noticed that my Hot Wheels pajamas are cool, which is obvious, but still. Should My Loved One Be Placed in an Assisted Computing Facility? Deb D. From Ranger Ted: A Case of Curiosities, your source for artful taxidermy of found animals. And, Skulls Unlimited: The World's Leading Supplier of Osteological Specimens. What Do You Think? The Anti-Abortion Campaign. This is surprising: Teenager soccer phenom Freddy Adu will play next season for D.C. United. And, Massachusetts Court: State Wrong to Ban Gay Marriage. THE SCROLLING PI: The Yankee Pot Roast Math Club's presentation of Pi to a zillion places. Can you believe jaimehotdish has this tattoo?
11.17.03 Foodies, #1: The other night Nick and Sarah had a large and successful
housewarming party. A guest of this party told a story claiming nutrias,
the beaver-like imports destroying Louisiana, were created by gene-splicing.
Ranger Ted, present for this story, was so thoughtful as to not contradict
the teller, which is one big way Ranger Ted and I are unalike. Today he
sets the record straight: Foodies #2, from Jill: Due to the success of my first recipe I've decided to send in another one. When I typed "tart" into Google images, these are the pictures I got. This recipe seems like a lot of work, and it is, but it's actually pretty fun to make if you have plenty of time. j Foodies #3, from RT: The Meatrix. Awesome. Foodies #4: The story of what happened outside The City Paper last week, starring a hawk, a pigeon, and an SUV. Dave D. passed on the stills someone got from, Parking Lot Mayhem. So, I am sick, which sucks, because I have to work and I've no energy nor time to regale you with amazing tales of my productive weekend. Thanks for sending stuff in, people. This here's from Underblog:
11.15.03 11.14.03 Brian can be seen in this photo, celebrating his last birthday. A few weeks ago Brian sent me a charming review he'd written of the new Holly Golightly album, which I promptly lost. Don't let that dissuade you, dear reader, from submitting original or plagarized work for consideration for this unpublication. Usually I don't lose things. Except for my wallet. And my will to live. Just kidding. I go on living just to see what Deb Schwartz might post on the great Debcentral. Spanks for the memories, Deb! 1.) Deb Schwartz
Interviews Herself - An Exclusive Interview with the Sweetheart of
Post Modernity 2.) Deb Schwartz Interviews Herself - Sunnyside's Post Modern Diva Grants DEBCENTRAL.COM a Second Interview 3.) Deb Schwartz Interviews Herself - Debcentral Dishes Dirt on New York's Youngest, Most Obscure Grande Dame 4.) Deb Schwartz - The Heck's Kitchen Meta Interview So, I know you want an exciting update full of my unique thoughts and visionary ideas, but, my boss knows I'm doing this instead of what I'm supposed to be doing - luckily, she's moving to New Orleans soon. No, I'll miss her and her boy Jacob, who taught me to play nine ball last night. They are so nice. They even brought the pizza. So lastly for now... From Ranger Ted: A Fijian warrior holds a traditional war axe during a ceremony of apology for British missionary Rev. Thomas Baker, who was eaten in 1867, in Nabutautau, Fiji. Descendants of Rev. Baker attended the ceremony in the remote community high in the hills of the South Pacific island of Viti Levu, where the residents say their community has been cursed since Baker and eight Fijian followers were consumed 136 years ago. (AP Photo/Samisoni Pareti) (November 13, 2003) 11.13.03 1.) Happy belated birthdays to engaged uber-cuties Shauna Miller and Matt Cowal. What an oversight on my part, indeed. They each have reached some lower-20s age that is too young for me to remember. Congratulations to both of you, and Matt, thanks for getting my beer last night, and Shauna, your bachelorette party is going to be the raunchiest that ever was. 2.) Happy 10th Anniversary to Underblog/Eric and Peeping Polly/Biting Shrew/Jill! Famous in their own rights, they are also frequent zonkboard loiterers/participants. Drop by on the right and express your amazement at a decade of successful legal partnership. 3.) Bob, that was funny how you swept my hair off your floor from when I got a haircut in your bedroom at your party and I didn't clean it up and you were mad at me but I ignored you and then how you secreted the yucky collected ball of hair into my bag last night for me to discover on my ride home. You are a funny, vengeful man. And now, don your cans and get ready for a VIDEO EXTRAVAGANZA!
From The Great Shalini: "before dave and lanette left for peru, we had a few interesting nights at the kitchen table. discussion topics covered morality, sex, property values, travels, death, cartoons of days past, beer, siblings, stamp collecting, music and our own impending demise. also, we watched some beetles make out. watch the full video complete with director's commentary." The World Famous: Chin2.mpeg. "Whether you like the half nude Korean boys or you love the song, it just doesn't stop playing. I, myself, just love the song. It's so zany! The dancing is hilarious too." From CHIN2 - Oh how we love chin2.mpeg. Some Stuff By This Guy JOSH ABRAHAM: Last and Least, Random Items: World's Oldest Person Dies, (cofb). A Guide to Dealing with the End of Friends (not ironic), via the morning news. Old Standby, New Onion. 11.12.03 Andy Earles says, "there's
a new Sheriff in town. These things are in every Tigermart in Memphis:
Sheriff Blaylock's Double
Barrel Dispensing Machine. 'He's got you covered.' Uh oh.....a scandal:
Botulism Link Prompts
TDH to Warn Consumers Not to Eat Sheriff Blaylock's Chili." Speaking of Mr. Earles, he's got this on McSweeney's: COMMENTS MY FATHER MADE TO THE TV. Funny portrait of Dubya on the cover of the Nation: go deep, from (dave e). Have you seen Average Joe? Yeah, it sucks. Read this chick Lindsay's bit on it. The 25 Most Provocative Questions Facing Science, from Matthew Tobey's The City of Floating Blogs. All for now. Love, Jenny "Wanna hear about the dream I had last night?" Miller, Esq. 11.11.03 Selected recent searches hitting Heck's Kitchen: jon gruden sexy pictures, im sofa king we taught it, masturbation tips, legal things, officebots for sale, miss saturn hula hoop, escort screening clients, 18th centry exchange rate, rodeo cowboys deaf, ipod innards, wnba fanfiction, aliens in the usa, escort screening clients, little lesbians, 1500 word report written on the book titled malcolm x speaks, kucinich and toupee, uncle ira singing, whiskey rebellion, and...the usual dozen abby wambach lesbian? and thanks to Rich Girls for many variations on jaime gleicher ass pics. Funny, from Haypenny: The Unrelenting March of Reality TV Programming into the Infinite: A Preview of the 2004 Reality TV Lineup. Also funny, also from Haypenny: Dale Peck Reviews His Day. Personality Tests, from SimilarMinds.com, by way of TelevisionSolarSystem. See also, The Life and Times of DeckieHolmes - "Array of Shitty Musicians Honor Non-Shitty Dead Musician." Attention Loyal Readers and Others: Chairman Meow has gotten her arm stuck under a boulder and won't be able to update until she's chewed herself free. Meanwhile, it's your chance to shine. Send me stuff and I will post it. Thanks. 11.10.03 Shoot, I'm back on the 'Skins bandwagon. After listening to a nation
of meanies gleefully punch on our team all week, it was pretty satisfying
to see "Good day to all and to all! Désolee for this long absence… I will try to recover me during my stay to Los Angeles for the end Masters of year. But, before all, a small summary of this that it happened during these three last weeks. After my defaite against Schnyder for my first turn to Zurich while doing a non-game j’ai decided of not to cut. That would have nevertheless being the case if tournament itself more better had passed. I have therefore continued to train me and in the days that followed, decided j’ai to go to Philadelphia... That appeared for me to be the best possible preparation before going to the Masters. Ap PUBLICITE rès a tournament beginning rather laborious, I ended up climbing in power on the two last matches with notably this half one against Sugiyama and this unbelievable comeback. I arrive therefore a lot of confidence here in California while being anxious to begin. I will not await very a long time since I will open the hostilities against Rubin as early as Wednesday, 18 hours for me (three hours in the morning French hour in the Wednesday night to Thursday). I hope that you will follow that closely! This new formula of hens puts hot pepper to the competition. To me to pull my pin of the game... To soon for new others… Ciao, Amelie." No women in this picture - kottke. List of Organizations, People, and Anthropomorphic Endangered Species That, for Funds-Soliciting Purposes, Purchased My Closely Held New Mailing Address from the ACLU, Which I Recently Joined, Ironically, to Support Privacy Rights, McSweeney's/kottke. Zulkey's guest diarist Amy Blair: "Why I Get Out Of Bed And Go To Work Every Morning." 11.07.03 PARTIES * PARTIES * PARTIES * PARTIES * PARTIES * PARTIES * PARTIES Bob's and Caryn's Party Reminder: TONIGHT! That's right motherfuckers, here's a little reminder: SOMEBODY'S TURNING OLDER Get Out of Jail Free Birthday Party Soon Deb Schwartz will be turning 27. And soon, her uncle may be turned loose from the mental institution. Since Deb & Brian are currently living in his apartment, they will soon be moving. Come help Deb and Brian celebrate the brief and fickle nature of life and the grayer areas of sanity. We will accomplish together what we could never do alone. . . . WHO: Why, Birthday-Girl-Deb, of course. for more information or to rsvp email contact@debcentral.com FROM SARAH: THE RETURN OF GAME NIGHT That's right ladies and gents! The Original GAME NIGHT. It's back. As always, The Original GAME NIGHT will feature: Scrabble, Booze, Trivial Pursuit, Heartthrob, Indoor Smoking, Battleship, Naked People, Twister, Girl Talk, Taboo, Mad Libs, Pictionary, Beer, Ultimate Survival Game, Life, and much more! And you best believe the Puzzle Table will be in full effect, dawg! New Editions: Pretty, Pretty Princesses, The Babysitters Club Game, Other Weird Games people unloaded on us, and a fatherf*cking pool table! How could you possibly resist stopping by before heading on to bigger
and better Saturday night plans? You just couldn't. So bring beer, snack,
or just your own cute self over to 1908 6th Street around 5pm THIS Saturday!
11.06.03
Queen Margaret Cho All kottke: The Morning News Haypenny Ms. Claire Zulkey 11.05.03 Tell Us the Truth Tour, coming soon to a metropolis near you. Billy Bragg, Steve Earle, Janeane Garofalo, etc. This is a pretty hilarious Rush cartoon. Man, that guy sucks. RXush, from Dunlap, via NORML, by campchaos.com. Also, New VICE! Uh, once again I don't give a shit about the Reality trend of the moment, which is, like, wow, Rich People. Last night I was forced to sit through 20 excrutiating minutes of those little idiot princesses and their useless preening boy toys on Rich Girls. God. Who gives a fuck, and why? SEE them roll their eyes dramatically! HEAR them mimic humans emoting! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! I'm SAD! I can CRY! You can tell by my revoltingly affected cadence that everything I say is REALLY IMPORTANT! Hey little Hilfiger, why don't you fall in front of an Escalade. That would be some Television. Read more about The Fabulous Lives of the Hilton Sisters, by Franky Pelvis, at kittenpants. 11.04.03 From: bovabova For reals: Got sideswiped by a woman in a Benz leaving the Holland Tunnel this morning and we both drove on and laughed. Spent the latter morning and early afternoon working on 8 different projects on three different non-networked computers and one $10k digital printer. Took a break on the beach in asbury park. Went to buy a sandwich from the hot Columbian guy across the street from the studio--we blew each other in the back room. He's married. Closed a $30k deal that will net me $2,679 (In February :( ) Had a drink with my hot boss's, HOT husband at a gay bar filled with the ugliest gay men I've yet seen. Drove home on the GSP and the NJP, taking tiny nips from a bottle of cheap bourbon. My goal was not to get drunk, but merely to toast good fortune. Exit the Turn Pike and, literally, after searching the car for 20 minutes, handed the toll operator at the holland tunnel $3.62 and a (semi-broken) CD player for a $6 toll. Came home to a huge film crew blocking the street(s) 3 blocks from the apt. and, 20 feet from the set, a randy gang of, again I'm not kidding, black and latina chicks on crotch rockets. Then a young man with rampant herpes sores on his mouth and nose made me a fuking delicious personalized tuna-salad hero for $3.43 Wha? I have few options but limitless possibilities. I love this place. cheers, B From Bob, from Craig's List: Two-headed woman looking for a good time - w4m Original
URL Thats right, we have two heads! So you/we could consider it a threesome. We have only the one pussy but with our two mouths blowjobs are our speciality. We need a guy who can handle the pair of us, must be sensitive to the situation, and not mind us chatting to each other whilst your banging away. No picture no reply. Good Stuff: Sweet. Catholic-school girls pummel 'flasher'. Thanks again, Bob. From kittenpants, So Your Daughter Wants a Boob Job, by J. Daniel Janzen.Tristan Taormino on porn bloggin: Peek-a-Blog. Tristan also recommends: Rachel Kramer Bussel's site is about the world of erotica, covering writing, publishing and life news of those in the erotica and porn communities. New Chick Tract: The Sky Lighter. Poor little Abdullah blew himself up for Allah, only to find, gasp! All Who Follow Islam Will Be Cast Into The Lake Of Fire. Thanks Jack, you crazy old coot! Politicking: The Committee to ReDefeat Bush, DC launch. When: Tuesday November 4th from starting at 8:00P. Where: The Spy Lounge, 2406 18th Street, NW, Washington, DC in the heart of Adams-Morgan. What: This is the first Tuesday Night Democratic Club and we will drink and watch election returns. Dean MeetUp, this Wednesday. From the Apollo Alliance: Tell the Bush Administration to Stop Sweet Deals with Halliburton. And, a documentary from Move.org: Uncovered: The Whole Truth About the Iraq War.11.03.03 Finally, today's special is a kinda creepy confessional site called group hug. See if you can find bovabova's. jenny is having a baby
James is good! And everyone's happy. Cleveland's not winning, but who cares. He's putting up numbers, with style, sharing the ball, with style, saying all the right things, and with a smile on his face. Here's a rhetorical question: When your potential is unlimited, can you ever really succeed? Like everyone and his mother, I have hopes for LeBron. I hope, for example, he stays happy and never endorses a Republican candidate. But our hopes are nothing compared to those of Nike and Coke, Cleveland and the NBA, to name just a few minor institutions with a whole lot invested in a kid. Speaking of, can competing be fun when failure is not an option: Rushin, on schadenfreude and the vanquished Boss's bores - The Fish That Ate Gotham. And...The queen of drag racing hangs 'em up: In three weeks, a legend exits.
Happy Halloween! Love, scary dead corn lady. 10.30.03 Cho's blog: So Fucking Typical. And, Lily Tomlin won the Mark Twain award the other night, and all the cool kids were there. The following is a sampling of quotes from the Redskins about newly signed tackle Darrell Russell, who admitted he filmed two of his friends, both convicted felons, "having group sex" (Post's words) with Oceania Vaillancourt, a then-27-year-old Bay Area property manager at the home of another Raiders player. She said she was drugged and raped, and while her criminal case was dismissed for insufficient evidence, her civil suit is still pending. The spin has just been charming. Like Kobe Bryant, Russell speaks of his trials and tribulations as if he were the victim, not the creator, of his own troubles. With these guys, it's always about them, never the women whose lives they fuck up. Coaches, owners and fans talk about "giving Darrell a second chance," when in fact this guy has screwed up over and over. And also like Kobe, you get the impression that his supporters don't so much believe in his innocence as simply don't really care. And while I'm briefly on the topic, look, it's obvious Kobe is guilty. An innocent person would be screaming bloody murder about their innocence in the face of such a horrible accusation. Also, women don't just throw rape charges around willy-nilly. This thing will be one, long, ugly character assasination that will make Bryant's accuser's life hell for at least a year. So let's just cut the crap. OJ did it, Kobe did it, and Russell, too repugnant for even the Oakland Raiders for chrissake, will be paid $780,000 this year to be a fat guy for the Redskins. "From what I know of him, he's a good guy. He's had some unfortunate situations, but everyone deserves a second chance." - defensive end Renaldo Wynn. "Everybody I talked to said, 'Coach, if we can sign this guy, let's sign him.' He's never been convicted of anything except having ecstasy in his system, which got him suspended from the NFL." - Coach Spurrier "We may take a bad hit P.R.-wise. But he's not been convicted of the charges made against him. There are a lot of players in this league who had a lot more serious charges against them than what he had. It's pretty serious [but] he's not in jail, is he?" - Coach Spurrier "I don't know Russell, never met him. All I know is that he's one convincing dude if you just listen to him." - Michael Wilbon And more Wilbon, making god knows what argument:
Whatever. And finally, Russell on Russell. Q: What have you learned? Sweet! In good news, the Wizards soundly beat the Bulls last night. It's so refreshing to be done with Jordan and Collins. Last night UMD's Juan Dixon, Steve Blake, and Lonny Baxter were all on the same court again, too. Pretty cool.
10.29.03 Um, how is one supposed to get a box from 11th ave and 23rd to 2nd Ave and 12th? Oh, really? you think so? Wrong. I bought 2 boxes from the Uhaul place down there, conveniently located across the street from a strip joint and the West Side highway and wondered briefly if i'd be able to get a cab home. it didn't occur to me that my new box wouldn't fit in a cab and that cabs don't stop for ladies with big boxes and that this total bitch would completely jack my cab in front of me, leaving me there, holding my box and completely unable to stop her. She will pay. Anyway, then carrying the box more than 4 steps means dropping the box and then it's raining and you're hanging out on a street corner with strippers and hookers (and frankly, what's the difference) and the kind of guys that pay for strippers and hookers and it's dark out and no one has a car to come pick you up and all you wanted was the best halloween costume ever that requires a large box and then finally, when you've called a friend who has no means of helping you, but you just need someone to think of something and you are crying hysterically on a street corner at night by a Dunkin Donuts, a nice cab driver slowly says: "honey, let me see if we can't get these boxes in my trunk." And you really want to marry him. SO he puts the boxes in his trunk and uses an old tshirt to tie the trunk down and you think, "I love you, sir." and he takes you home in the rain and it's quiet in the car and when you get home you tip him $15 for saving you from pathetic box despair because he really really didn't have to help, and he did and how great is he - the exception to the rule. And then you eat a taco and buy stuff from a sex store called "the birthday suit" and despite what your mom says, this will be the best halloween costume ever. you know, if you read this again, replacing "box' with another word, like "vagina" or "underpants" this post is a lot funnier. xo, kittenpants Rank: Sexy Halloween Costumes, from Zulkey.
Can you match the pumpkin with its ghoul? Ghouls below. I feel a little sad today. Maybe it's because I'm listening to this sad song, Hummingbird by Kris Delmhorst. And here's another one: Broken White Line. Unsad lesbirock by Bitch and Animal can be found at cdbaby.com. Contest: Create a TV ad that tells the truth about George W. Bush. Bush in 30 seconds submissions will be judged by Eddie Vedder, Margaret Cho, Jack Black, Janeane Garofalo, and Gus Van Sant. My dream cabinet. It's hard being famous: Courtney
Love Turns Herself In On Felony Drug Charges. And, Nelly
has $1 million worth of jewelry stolen. And regarding yesterday's Friends of the House, as written up in the Post: The Carlsonics on Tour, Singing if Not Signing. And here's a funny review of them at punknews.org. A band my dad likes: The Waifs. Writes he: "Hey, Julia found a great new album by a neo-folk Australian band called The Waifs. It's a sister singer-songwriter team with a fantastic guitarist behind them. Quirky, punchy and visual writing propped up by accessible, blues-based acoustic guitar arrangements. And one of the sisters plays a mean, gut-bucket harmonica. The songs are engaging and smart, with a smoky groove." Rolling Stone review.
10.28.03
William Caxton’s two editions of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, probably printed in 1476 and 1483. Pretty cool - every page scanned...in college I took a class just on the Canterbury Tales, in Middle English, and you know, they are bawdy pilgrim stories. Recommended. In other bookish news, Amazon has an amazing new "search inside the book" engine, which the Author's Guild is pretty pissed about. kottke.
What's up with Google? some interesting stuff about the workings of our big encyclopedia. CREEPY CLOWN UNDER THE BED'S TELEPATHIC MESSAGE TO CHILD IN BED , AGE FIVE AND A HALF. McSweeney's. Millionaire: I don't recall details of cutting up friend. CNN. "You were drunk while cutting up Morris Black?" prosecutor Kurt Sistrunk asked. "I hope so, yes, sir," Durst responded. And today's special is Paper, from New York. Because they really, really believe New York is really, really important. Today's Willie Nelson song: Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground. 10.27.03 By Any Name, Champions. Boswell, Post. Postseason fishwrap. New Jersey Couple Held in Abuse; One Son, 19, Weighed 45 Pounds. NYTimes. The parents who decided to starve some of their kids to death - the best part of this sicko case? "The evangelical church attended by the Jacksons, who are born-again Christians, is in Medford, about 20 miles away. Congregation members said they could not imagine that the Jacksons had starved their sons. 'There is no way on God's green earth that this happened,' said Frank Jacobs, 50, a member of the Medford congregation, the Come Alive New Testament Church, who said he has known the family for 15 years." Evangelicals. Aren't they charming? On the Jersey turnpike. By moi. More later.
10.24.03
The House of Good Cheer: In Praise of the Tavern, Modern Drunkard, via Bob. "The perennial comic strip Andy Capp has recently been banished from the Washington Post as an evil influence, and small wonder." Jaime and Jacob loved Proof. From the CP: David Auburn's sharply written, solidly built drama Proof explores the intersections of genius and madness with a sureness and subtlety not many others have mustered. And in Arena Stage's warm, well-modulated production, director Wendy C. Goldberg and a splendid cast bring an uncommon grace to Auburn's Pulitzer Prize-winning script. Catherine (Keira Naughton), the lank-haired, studiously blank-faced young woman sitting on the run-down back porch of that Chicago row house, has just turned 25, by which age her dad--whose number-crunching gift she seems to have inherited--was feeling the first stirrings of what would become a full-blown, career-ending psychosis. So the fact that she's worrying aloud to the old man that he might have passed down the insanity, too, is more than a little significant--especially because he's been dead for a week. Naughton negotiates the challenges of a complex character without once stepping wrong; Susan Lynskey is tart and funny as Catherine's no-nonsense Manhattanite sister; Michael Rudko finds the perfect mix of frustration, resignation, and irony for his damaged professor; and Barnaby Carpenter makes the goofy-handsome mathematician who's been going through her dad's papers winning. After that researcher demonstrates, with considerably charming awkwardness, that he's as interested in the late professor's daughter as his notebooks, she brings with her the very thing he's been hoping to find: a groundbreaking new mathematical proof of astonishing complexity, evidence that the dead man's last lucid period culminated in one final explosion of genius. Or is it? The proof's authorship quickly comes into question, it's to Auburn's--and Goldberg's--credit that the outcome remains very much in doubt until the last few minutes. (TG) Arena Stage Kreeger Theater, 1101 6th St. SW. Thursdays-Saturdays at 8 p.m.; Sundays & Wednesdays at 7:30 p.m.; matinees Saturdays & Sun., 10/26, at 2 p.m.; Tue., 10/28, at noon. $36-$41 to Nov. 23 (202) 488-3300. Also, beware of the sun. 10.23.03
A fairly exhaustive grid of rock star deaths. This is a good one my sister found while looking for Elliott Smith info: The fear of the LORD prolongeth days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened. Constance reports: "thought you'd like to know that the elegant universe is being adapted for tv. in new york, it will premiere on pbs this tuesday. check local listings for showtimes!" The Elegant Universe is book by Brian Greene about string theory. How small is a string? Pretty damn small. Says Greene: "The fundamental particles of the universe that physicists have identified — electrons, neutrinos, quarks, and so on — are the 'letters' of all matter. Just like their linguistic counterparts, they appear to have no further internal substructure. String theory proclaims otherwise. According to string theory, if we could examine these particles with even greater precision — a precision many orders of magnitude beyond our present technological capacity — we would find that each is not pointlike but instead consists of a tiny, one-dimensional loop. Like an infinitely thin rubber band, each particle contains a vibrating, oscillating, dancing filament that physicists have named a string." jaime says: i'm sure you've seen something like this before, Lastly, Dribbleglass (deb d) and sign a petition to roll back FCC media ownership rules, from Ms. Over and out, pretty young things. Thanks for tuning in. 10.22.03 In Sports, there's still good baseball going on, but basically everyone's being arrested, indicted, subpoenaed, or drunk-crashing borrowed motorcycles into poles while popping wheelies outside Las Vegas strip clubs. But here's some stuff. A Pioneering 'Rat' Pack at VMI: Freshmen on School's First-Ever Women's Sports Team Endure Torturous Traditions. Post. You Gotta Carry That Weight. SI on Lebron. Not Bad Stuff: Gallery
of Birth Control Pill Packaging. kottke. And Eat
like a pro: Tribune restaurant critic Phil Vettel tells how to make the
most of a meal out. From Mart: Kung Fu re-mixer is a must see time waster! Best Stuff: New Shins album came out yesterday. Chutes Too Narrow, Pitchfork review. And here's the first song, just for you: So Says I. Subpop. 10.21.03 Today we are rich in illustrator friends doing cool stuff. Aren't we lucky?
Photographers! Create
the new face of a classic. The Guardian is sponsoring a contest to
make a new Penguin book cover for these here classics: The Master Stuff: I Love Bacon. Silly photo site. (jacob). New Get Your War On. (underblog). Sesame Street embarks on Middle East peace mission, the guardian, by way of electronic infitada.
One John Lustig, passing through my romance comics site, writes: "I don't know if you've heard of Last Kiss, but basically here's the skinny: Years ago, I bought the rights to one of Charlton's one romance comic book series, FIRST KISS. For the last few years I've been doing a LAST KISS comic book and comic strip series in which I use the art from FIRST KISS, but with funny new dialogue. It's sort of the Mystery Science Theater of romance comics--or the What's Up, Tiger Lilly? of romance comics if you're a Woody Allen fan." Be sure to check out his readers' contributions section.
10.20.03 Pastor Jack, Spirituality & The Tom Jones Connection. This guy performs exorcisms using the music of Tom Jones. Click to see a photo of Jack being fellated by a congregant. From Deb D. David Harris Ebenbach sent a nice email to HK, and added: "Anyway, in the spirit of connecting Bush-haters to Bush-haters, I thought you might be interested in my website, www.davidebenbach.com, or at least the WriteImpact section of the website. I'm a writer, and I've been sending Bush poetry and short stories since his inauguration, as a monthly attempt to send him something eye-catching that flies in the face of his worldviews. That's what the WriteImpact Project is." Check it out, and thanks Mr Ebenbach. What REALLY Happened to the Cubs. Chicago, Illinois - The monumental collapse of the Chicago Cubs during the NLCS has been blamed on the "fan" interference play that occured in the waning innings of game 6. Another theory has been circulating in the court of public opinion recently. It is being called "The curse of the absent cat", and is obviously a more likely factor in ending the usually charmed Cubbies season one game shy of the World Series. According to published reports, during the first six games of the series
the once reliable "lucky cat", Gaipan, had assumed it's usual "lucky spot"
on the upper, It appears Gaipan had other plans for the evening. When summoned to it's
lucky perch for the pivotal game, Gaipan was nowhere to be found. After
repeated calls of "Here Kitty, Kitty!" and "Gaipan, meow, meow, meow!"
the usually reliable good luck charm Cubs manager, Dusty Baker appeared confused when reached for comment on the "Curse of the absent cat" theory. When asked by a reporter for the Chicago Tribune to comment on whether Gaipan the cat might have cost his team the National League pennant, Baker responded, "What the fuck are you talking about?" Gaipan has already been offered a made-for-TV movie deal, as well as an offer to host a reality show on the "Animal Planet" network. Meanwhile, Gaipan has hired a personal trainer and is preparing for the college basketball season. "My owner, Chris X, or whatever he is calling himself, is a huge Kansas basketball fan so it looks like I will be called upon to provide some luck for their games - what a crock of shit!" 10.17.03 The Cubs and the Sox. Sigh. Blah blah blah. At least we don't have to read about the "angst-ridden" Bostonians and "long-suffering" Chicagoans for a while. Mark Whicker of the Orange County Register, writes: "At long last, the suffering is over. Florida Marlins fans, that
hardy group of loyalists who stand proudly from Fort Lauderdale all the
way to, uh, North Miami Beach, can walk tall this morning. Their six-year
trip to hell ended in paradise Wednesday night, with a 9-6 victory over
the Cubs, and the National League pennant. It's hard to explain what this
means to South Florida, especially since the Dolphins reported no major
injuries at practice Wednesday. An entire half a generation has felt the
Marlins' pain since 1997. Olderbrothers can commiserate with younger brothers
about the torture. How do you quantify it? How do you explain what it
means to have endured Todd Dunwoody and Brian Meadows and Dan Miceli,
in the long drought between trips to the World Series?" See also, TiVo
time warp, from kottke. Ozz-Chart,
from Last Plane to Jakarta. I dig the Episcopalians, and I hope they emerge
from this brouhaha all right: U.S.
Episcopalians, divided over gays, welcome outcome of emergency summit.
This stuff is amazing: Kariwanz
Fetish. Speaking of fetish: An
historical survey of juvenile corporal punishment in Great Britain.
So, not only was I ignorant of the fact that wedding guest Animal was a celesbian, I also had no idea that June, the other woman pictured, is an even greater famous lesbian, a womyn's music pioneeress from back in the day, as they say. Here is the Bio of June Millington. Thanks, Interloper. 10.16.03 Subject: please resend to Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton Dear Madam Hillary: I am known your husband Bill Clinton is now in China, HangZhou. He is puzzled by the mixture of man-made and natural scenery. What is orential he drives that he is lost ? Sometimes lost physical can be recoved and lost mind ways can't be supply a gap. Different Geology position make people wave his heart and nothing can he be successful . I think the most important is holding own's brain never controlled by frontier animals separating motherland and destroying himself firing. You'd better phone your husband advicing him to get his destination without wasting his feelings, energy and money. Believe himself and face the cruel fact. Last I want get his actural news because man has thinking and sense is not credibility. Best Regard, Bill Clinton's female friend, TangYan. Bad, Scary Shit. Lesbian reports gang rape in Logan Circle, washington blade. This happened right next to the Black Cat. "The DC Avengers present an action in response to the fact that a woman was gang-raped and gay bashed near the Black Cat, by 6 men last week - Saturday October 18, 8:15 pm, in front of the Central Union Mission Building, 14th and R Sts NW." Forwarded by Caryn. Luckily, our President doesn't condone hatin' - Bush backs Marriage Protection Week "President Bush outraged gay activists this week by issuing a proclamation declaring Oct. 12-18, 'Marriage Protection Week' and reiterating his position that “marriage is a union between a man and a woman." If this pisses you off, and I hope it does, considering sending an email from HRC. Forwarded by my sister. Schlock n' Roll: DUMBO: A War Story Starring George W. by Ward Sutton, from Sara Summerfield. Also from the Voice, Bush's War Plan Is Scarier Than He's Saying: The Widening Crusade, by Sydney H. Schanberg. So, I don't have the wedding pictures yet, and really, my wedding pictures aren't good, but I can tell you that the woman on the left, June, was the officiant, videographer, and entertainment, and the woman on the right is Animal, of Bitch & Animal, and she is a bona fide lesbianrockstar, and not merely a fun smiley big-laughing, table-slapping, drycleaning tag-wearing Animal with a helluva mohawk, as I thought. Rock! Photos from www.lemurs.net.
10.15.03 "Some scenes, especially those of Jesus Christ's crucifixion, are graphic to the point of being gruesome. They show exactly how Jesus must have looked after being beaten, bloodied and broken, his beard plucked and his flesh hanging in ribbons from being whipped. There is even a medical explanation of what happened to him -- how pain seared through his body every time he breathed and how millions of cells died slowly -- as he hung on the cross." Yay! And remember to make Halloween a
soul-winning event. And Old lady rockabilly update: Wanda Jackson Knows About Living And She Has the Lines to Prove It, Post. Here's one for the Wanna Get Away? campaign: Fan Blows It in the Windy City: Chicago Collapses After Spectator's 8th-Inning Error. From kottke: 1928 NYer piece on the "voice culture" created by talking movies. Bovabova got a job and is living large in NYC. His announcement: "I just got the coolest fuking job and it's going to make me as rich as an astronaut. Oh, and I don't have to "brand" "tweens" or turn baby seals into plastique. Put THAT in your Bush and smoke it!" Congratulations Mykell! 10.10.03 Monday: It is completely uncool to like Elton John. Or Ben Folds.
Or Rufus Wainwright. Well, screw cool: I like literate, sometimes foppishly
baroque piano pop, and I like Matt
Suggs, too. Suggs is a Kansan who used to be in Butterglory, an indie
duo that collapsed under the weight of Pavement references in record reviews.
And isn't it just Suggs' luck that his solo work gets However, I might make it to this! From Dave and the CP. Tuesday: To judge by the success of such wandering minstrels as
Sam Beam, Devendra Banhart, and that Oberst boy, it would seem as though
Marshall stacks have become merely something from which to yank a plug.
But long before the Acoustic Café vibe became so fashionable, Alasdair
Roberts was writing plaintive folk songs in the Scottish Highlands.
He made his first single, with Appendix Out, for Will Oldham's Palace
label—and then had to suffer the indignity of constantly having his
voice compared to the rustic warble of the Palace magnate. Though he hasn't
achieved the high points that Oldham has in his various guises, Roberts'
lack of artistic self-indulgence has produced a
So it's almost Halloween, a favorite holiday of lesbians, witches, lesbian witches, morose alcoholics, cheerful alcoholics, performance artists, guys who like to wear makeup, guys who like to cut people up, candy lovers, people who like to bother Christians - essentially, everyone. Here are some costume ideas, care of Ranger Ted: Retrocrush's Worst Halloween Costumes of All Time. See also Extreme Pumpkins! An Unlikely Promoter of an Islamic Reformation: "Irshad Manji, a Canadian lesbian Muslim, has issued a searing critique of her religion in a new book, "The Trouble with Islam," calling for radical change." nytimes, (shalini). And Iranian activist wins Nobel Peace Prize. "Human rights activist Shirin Ebadi won the 2003 Nobel Peace Prize on Friday for her work fighting for democracy and the rights of women and children, the first Muslim woman and the first Iranian to receive the accolade." Photography - links from the Morning News: 1.) Dark galleries from the Daguerreian Society 2.) Ghostly landscapes by Ernestine Ruben. And finally, happy weekend birthdays to Hannah, and also to Jacob, pictured here with sleeping jhotdish and wolfie. Cute, huh?
10.09.03 Yesterday some nice stranger linked us up to Linkdump. Here are all this guy's links. Then he sent me this: Pebwages: Odd Products and Services. "I think a good product would be 'Baby Duck Hat.' It's a fake baby duck, which you strap on top of your head. Then you go swimming underwater until you find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them. Then all of the sudden, you stand up out of the water and roar like Godzilla. Man those ducks really take off! Also Baby Duck Hat is good for parties." - Jack Handy Twists, Slugs and Roscoes: A Glossary of Hardboiled Slang, from Ranger Ted. World Sunlight Map, from linkdump guy. Political cartoons, at Slate. From Ebay: "This huge 30"x 30" original painting portrays film actor and Republican gubernatorial candidate Arnold Schwarzenegger in a classic bodybuilding pose in front of the stars and stripes of his party. A stunning image of his Mr Universe physique and his classic honest smile. Inspired by the famous 1970s nude photograph of him in his prime, this painting is the perfect symbol of Arnold's strength, determination, and honesty. And, as you can see, Arnold has nothing to hide! (or, according to current new allegations, perhaps he does!)"
10.08.03 Amanda McKaye (the Deep Six) writes: good news! we just added a show at the black cat this friday night 10/10...and it won't get cancelled! we promise. please join us as we share the stage with assrockers and gold blade (ex-membranes). doors are at 9:30 and we are headlining; we are so excited to be playing this show since we haven't played locally in a while and won't be able to again until november. so please tell your friends and come to the show. Our friends Suze and Kim are very silly women. Here's a transcript to illustrate: Suzanne: so my friend made me a CD of the Lost in Translation soundtrack
and i just love the Jesus and Mary Chain song Kim K: i think you might be too literal. They are saying "beehive," not "behind." Suzanne: Oh my god, Kim! I thought the were saying "behind" and "I'll be your plastic toilet" instead of "plastic toy," and so I was thinking they were singing about a girl whose "behind" was so sweet that they wanted to be her "plastic toilet." sofa king we todd id .... * Kim K: I like to sing it the way you sing it. much more interesting. Do I know you or WHAT! Suzanne: i am laughing sofa king hard right now that people think i'm crazy. you totally know me! well, yes, actually I think a lovely song about a sweet, sweet ass is long overdue. An ass that is so sweet, in fact, that it's just like honey and begs for a plastic toilet that can collect all the honey that it drips. ahhhh... *(note from Suze: "sofa king = so f**king & we todd id = retarded. Matt Cowal taught me that one, although not in a nice way. He made me read "im sofa king we todd id" out loud and then laughed at me.") Photos of the new governor of California - thank you Mykell Bova! And wise citizens of the State!
10.07.03 Gay Wyoming: The New Face Of Gay Power: Five years after Matthew Shepard's murder, Wyoming is confronting homosexuality with surprising candor. Time, (M. Fox). Interesting treatments. The departed Dr. Wilhelm Reich, friend
of the departed William Steig, believed in the Orgone, the cosmic energy
of orgasm, aka "the creative force in nature," blah blah blah. He built
Orgone accumulators, Orgone Energy-Shooters (pictured), and Orgone blankets.
Also, cloudbusting machines. Check out
the Orgones. See also The People With Holes in Their Heads for some trepanation history. What else do the treps have? One of the most annoying websites ever. See also, REALLY GROSS TREPANATION PHOTOS! And if none of those therapies work out for you, try The Integration of Neo-Reichian Therapy and Rolfing with LSD Psychotherapy. Thanks, Mr. Fox. And another don't open it at work item from Bob: "Tristan on licking pussy." Some stuff the cat dragged in: Bova says, St. Paul is f'ed up,
yo. Another
round of sad hooker/john pics. M. Fox: "I Belated happy birthdays to the very fine Rebecca, and to my House's Man of Mystery, Shyam, who turned 30. Yay! And here is "a quickly scanned pet care catalog cover kitten," from Jill to you.
10.05.03 Mauled magician showing 'limited communication' "The tiger, who was on a short leash, then dragged Horn to the ground and they struggled before the tiger dragged him behind a curtain by his neck, she said." bovabova: I stayed in last night and totally watched Nick and Jessica.
It's not even a guilty pleasure--it was 10.03.03
And that, my friend, is why I love sports. And trees and space and cats. And why I loathe talk-radio, law, politics, and essentially, all things tainted by human stupidity. BOOYAH! Boswell goes on to say, in light of his prediction last week that this is the Red Sox' year:
I have unearthed the motherlode of all bizarre news stories: The Sydney Morning Herald's Unusual Tales. Here you will find daily gems like:
Miscellany:Ben Affleck Jennifer Lopez original art. It could have been yours for $9.87. From Bob: Young Designer Fashions a Following: Centennial High Girls Find Fellow Student's Dresses a Perfect Fit for Homecoming. Make sure you check out the super cute photo gallery. Today's hero: Lone file-swapper takes on recording industry. Dave didn't think much of Neal Pollack's new book. From the City Paper: Perhaps the streamlined aesthetics of rock 'n' roll were never meant to be depicted in the form of the novel. Don DeLillo's Great Jones Street was no great shakes. And no one even wants to be reminded of Jeff Gomez's instant indie-rock self-parody, Our Noise. Bearing this in mind, I was willing to cut Neal Pollack, who usually can bust guts with the best of them, a little slack. His newest book, Never Mind the Pollacks—an attempt to mock the purple-haze prose of rock criticism—follows a high-minded buzzkill (modeled on Greil Marcus) commissioned to write an obit for a Dionysian rock crit (based on the dearly departed Lester Bangs) through 260 pages of rock-snob in-jokes. All of this might have made for a funny, acerbic screed in Vanity Fair, but it ends up being the hardcover equivalent of a 20-minute prog-rock noodle. Pollack reads at 7 p.m. (see City List for other dates) at Olsson's Books & Records, 2111 Wilson Blvd., Arlington. Free. (703) 525-4227. (David Dunlap Jr.) 10.02.03 My other boss, not jaimehotdish, has been talking, talking, talking all *honk*ing morning about The Bachelor, the chicks on The Bachelor, whether they're too old, too shallow, or too ugly without make-up. He has no intention, he says, of marrying "a 35-year old chick," and furthermore, he doesn't trust the girl he's seeing now, because, I gather, she still speaks to a few ex-boyfriends. He and my cubicle neighbor have this discussion every single morning. He is obsessed with finding a Marriageable Woman, so he watches these shows, and obviously, he's learning a lot. Uggabugga is a blog I found over at Neal Pollack's, and there's a ton of good stuff there, especially for you media-and-politcs-obsessed types (connie. bob). He also has clickable site stats at the bottom, which I enjoy perusing, even though they put HK to shame. Today's uggabugga entry is titled, Threat matrix: (for the Plame scandal) Big Beasts, Tight Space and a Call for Change in Journal Report (underblog). So, this report came out that said, uh, animals living in spaces one-millionth the size of their natural ranges are, um, not doing so well. See, when I went to the zoo a few weeks ago and saw the serval and caracal pacing back and forth, ceaselssly, over the same 6 feet of dirt in their enclosures, I thought, neat, they must enjoy taking that little walk 8,754 times a day. They don't seem insane at all! The Nonverbal Dictionary of Gestures, Signs, and Body Language Cues (kottke). The Top 100 Blogs (Technorati). HomeStarRunner has some Halloween 'toons up. Gay Animals, (salon, old). NEWS: The U.S. women's team won again, with youngsters Cat Reddick and Abby Wambach hooking up for the winning goal. Rush Limbaugh goes down in a blze of glory. The Pope's dying, the Koreans have nukes, Schwarzenegger says he "behaved badly" to women, while Tarantino calls Kill Bill a feminist statement - "Tarantino described in graphic detail a gang rape scene which he said was a "sequence of hell" of which he was very proud." (ananova) The White House tries to kill our own spies, and yes, the weather is still unbelievably beautiful. AND: So, one time I made an ugly website for an "environmental" group, and I still get some webmaster emails from it. Here's one I got today from a real chantmaster:
I thought you'd enjoy those. Finally, here's a pic I took on a stumble home of the Joan of Arc sculpture at the majestically decadent Meridian Hill/ Malcolm X Park.
10.01.03 Unfortunate Realtor name (nick rupp - debcentral). Speaking of Nick Rupp, he has a bloggy called Zionide, and it's got some funny things on it. For example, I don't know if any of you have been unlucky enough to catch MTV's Newlyweds: Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson, which is possibly, and I mean this, the sorriest excuse for entertainment I've ever seen on television, but Mr. Rupp was kind enough to offer this excerpt from the show:
Rush as an NFL analyst may be working out after all. Leonard Shapiro,
Washington Post, writes: Rush Limbaugh's already dubious credibility as an NFL analyst for ESPN's pregame show took a major hit Sunday with his comments on previously slumping Philadelphia quarterback Donovan McNabb. "I don't think he's been that good from the get-go," Limbaugh said. "I think what we've had here is a little social concern in the NFL. I think the media has been very desirous that a black quarterback do well. They're interested in black coaches and black quarterbacks doing well. I think there's a little hope invested in McNabb and he got a lot of credit for the performance of his team that he really didn't deserve. Thedefense carried this team." McNabb carried the team to the NFC title game each of the last two years, and his peers thought enough of him to vote him into the Pro Bowl the last three years. Said Eagles offensive coordinator Brad Childress of Limbaugh's remarks: "Preposterous." On his radio show today, Limbaugh said, "All this has become the
tempest that it is because I must have been right about something. If
I wasn't right, there wouldn't be a cacophony of outrage that has sprung
up in the sportswriter community." Also in sports: Wilbon often annoys me, but this column is a very cool little history of South Chicago back in the day. One City, Two Teams, Two Generations Speaking of sports, baseball's finally interesting, and speaking of baseball, Twins, and speaking of Twins: More conjoined twins! (bob). This is geeky, but a utility I love and like and use all the time is my Google toolbar. The Google toolbar means you never have to go go Google again - you just search from your browser, which is nifty. And its free. AND it kills pop-ups quite effectively. Yes. Know a crafty sex worker? Here's areally long posting from Bova's friend Spider. Subject Subject: sex workers art show submissions! Message: Hi All! We're starting to organize the second annual Sex Workers'
Art Show Tour, and we're looking for artists and performers to contribute!
Last year's tour was a fun, successful, hilarious traveling circus of
brilliant sex workers, and we're looking for a few good hos to go the
next round! THE SHOW: The Sex Workers' Art Show is an eye-popping evening of visual
and performance art created by people who work in the sex industry to
dispel the myth that we are anything short of artists, innovators, and
geniuses! Modeled after the extremely successful show by the same name
that has taken place annually in Olympia, Washington, the Sex Workers'
Art Show is a cabaret-style event featuring music, spoken word, striptease,
badass poetry, fire dance, and other performance art; it also includes
a visual art display that travels with the show. The artwork and performances
offer a wide range of perspectives on sex work. The show hopes through
its diversity of viewpoints to move beyond "positive" and "negative" into
a fuller portrayal of the complicated ways sex workers experience our
jobs and our lives. The idea behind the show is to offer a space where
sex workers, who are often stereotyped as being unintelligent, amoral,
and incapable of doing anything else, can be heard and respected. The
Sex Workers' Art Show entertains, arouses, and amazes, while simultaneously
offering scathing and insightful commentary on notions of class, gender,
work, and sexuality. For more info and stuff about last year's tour, check
out our embarasingly outdated website at www.sexworkersartshow.com. THE DEAL: This year's tour is happening January 15th 2004 thru Feb 13th. It'll be a national tour, starting in Portland, going down the west coast,across the south, and up the east coast. Venues will be varied, from small bars and clubs to large theaters to college campuses. We'll be traveling in two new vans, and staying mostly in hotels with a handful of stays at peoples' homes. There will be roughly ten performers, a technical director and road crew along. It's a low-budget deal; pay will be a guaranteed $1800/ performer for the whole tour (more if we do better), plus hotels, transportation to the first show and home from the last, and occasional meals. Performers are welcome to sell books, cds, stickers, whatever. THIS SOUNDS RAD! HOW CAN I SUBMIT WORK? People of all genders from all areas of the sex industry are invited to submit any kind of visual and performance art, including SHORT video. We will need some kind of sample of your work- slides, photos, written work, tapes, videos, etc. Work should be sex work-themed. Please email Annie Oakley at swas3@juno.com for more information. Work must be submitted by October 15th. Thanks everyone! Please spread the word, and feel free to forward this! Annie O. |
11.20.03
In
other news, I would never write PARIS HILTON SEX VIDEO just to get more
hits. Even though I've seen the Paris Hilton Home Video Porn Movie a few
times is no reason to fill this space with references to free paris hilton
sex videotape references. I wouldn't do that. Also, last night, because
of my youthful housemates, I found myself watching the Britney Spears
E! True Hollywood Story, and while it did not contain FREE NAKED BRITNEY
SPEARS PICS, it did persuade me, for the first time ever, that she's not
bad. Anyway, check out the 
Into Hell, which WBC intends to erect in Casper City Park as a solemn
Memorial that God Hates Fags & Fag-Enablers" at 
Spurrier
and Company come up with a good win - looking somewhat unlike themselves,
with minimal penalties, no sacks on Ramsey, a decent pass rush, a gutsy
go-for-it call, and a trick play for the winning TD. Take that Cris Collinsworth.
I got nothing today,
but you're still in luck, superluck, because the brand katspankin' new
kittenpants is ready. 
item on the Redskins, the Post reports that Coach Spurrier doesn't want
to sign the rapist, and is in general against employing rapists, but most
Redskins officials feel otherwise. Sally Jenkins on the the "lunatic impatience
and excess" of owner Dan Snyder: 
left-hand
portion of a bed belonging to the cat's owners, while facing the television.
Gaipan's owners, speaking with anonymity brought on from shame and a sense
of responsibility, remain confused by the cat's unusual behavior. "Throughout
the first six games of the series, Gaipan seemed so in tuned to the gravity
of the games being played and would superstitiously watch them from the
same spot on the bed," said 
did
not appear. After the game was over, and the Cubs were eliminated from
the playoffs, Gaipan emerged from a nearby closet yawning and stretching
after taking a Rip VanWinklesque four hour nap. Holding a press conference
from just outside its litter box and speaking through an interpreter,
Gaipan issued a public statement. "You know man, sometimes a cat just
needs it's sleep. I feel bad about what happened with the Cubs, but Jesus
Christ, seven fucking games! That's too much for even an unemployed cat
to deal with! In game 5 I felt a twinge in my hamstring during the seventh
inning stretch, and I sensed that I might not make it if this thing went
seven games."
don't
miss the testimony of 
So,
most of today's stuff is a bit ick, or nekkid. From Art of Resistance:
"Just
Like Honey," but I need you to confirm that the song is an homage
to some lady's sweet, sweet ass. right? or am I too literal? help. 
disagree
with this review but the show sounds great." 
shameful
