From the monthly archives: October 2010
Although she doesn’t have much of a personality, she is still drop dead gorgeous in this body bag dress, I’m sure you have the personality and in this you will be gorgeous. Stretch satin mini dress with hood and a two way zipper front which can zip all the way up the hood, this is sleeveless and has a vest style finish at the back. One breast has an outline of a body printed on to it an PROPERTY OF THE CORONER. Pack includes Coroners name tag fitted to a choker Jane Doe and matching fingerless gloves.
Because nothing says sexy like a woman meeting an untimely and possibly violent death.
This would be the perfect accompaniment to this asshole’s costume.
[Via.]
I have this thing about meeting musicians/writers/artists I admire: I don’t like to. Because it’s crushing if they turn out to be jerks. Granted, this hasn’t happened all that much because the opportunity doesn’t present itself too often.* And I already knew that the guys from Binary Sunrise would be really cool. But it turns out they’re also so incredibly nice. And genuine. And brilliant. And fun! They are fun to eat lunch with at Veselka.**
They are also fun to watch onstage. They played a great show on Thursday night (see the lousy cameraphone pic above) and — I say this in all seriousness — blew everyone in attendance away. Super high-energy, really tight, and they seemed to be really enjoying themselves.
I think I saw some video cameras at the show, so hopefully we’ll find some footage soon on YouTube. In the meantime, here’s something from a show they played in Dallas earlier this year:
Really looking forward to their new album. In the meantime you should buy this one.
On Saturday Kenneth and I went to the WFMU record fair, where I bought three things and he bought like 20 obscure disco records and then explained each of them to me with utmost sincerity and authority. Coolest record fair ever.
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Speaking of cool things, friend and in-house designer Tom Deja has launched a new design blog, Design/Destroy, where he highlights things he actually *likes*, a challenging endeavor for him, to be sure. Go check it out.
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And one sad thing: RIP Gregory Isaacs, the prolific reggae star with the sweetest croon.
Gregory Isaacs, Philistines
*When I met Ray Pettibon, he was not so much jerky as strange, which I kind-of expected.
**Seriously, such sweet guys.
Me, pointing at the toast guitarist Steven ordered: What’s this? You asked for jelly and now you’re not even putting any jelly on it.
Steven: I just want to thank you so much for your support of our music, Dana. It means a lot to us.
Kenneth: That’s an interesting response.
A follow-up to my earlier post. I have no self control, so obviously I went back to Facebook to take another gander at that virtual Algonquin Round Table. A new comment appeared!
Burn! Finally, they’re getting called out on their bullshit!
The reply came, typical Fox News-tinged glossolalia. This is gonna get really good!
But prepare to be more disappointed than PiL. OH THANK HEAVENS your Mexican husband is as much of a bigot as you are! Otherwise it would be really awkward at Thanksgiving.
Midas well! And hey I love all things legal too!
And finally we have an update from our intrepid reporter, followed by a bon mot that’s sure to kill at the next John Birch Society meeting.
It was only then that I finally unfriended her. Which shows you just how TOLERANT a person I am.
I had the best time seeing Binary Sunrise last week AND going to the WFMU record fair with lead-singer-angelic-genius Kenneth AND also cooking a giant pot of braised short ribs yesterday. (It’s been three days since I’ve eaten a green vegetable. I had bacon TWICE yesterday. I’m not sure this is the way I want to live my life.)
More on all this later, but first I want to talk about something. I apologize in advance — no, wait, I don’t — for being preachy.
As someone who has spent a considerable amount of time in the Deep South and Florida, I get a bit creased when I find myself ensconced in a conversation with some supposed progressive/liberal type who merrily conflates Tea Baggers (or some other right-wing-hategroup du jour) with Southern culture or beliefs or, even better, paints an entire portion of the country with the “ignorant, toothless, racist hick” brush. It happens a lot in our liberal oasis.
You know what? Go to PWSNT and take a look at where a number of those folks are from. It ain’t the south. Furthermore, in St. Augustine, FL, there’s a Food Not Bombs chapter as well as a community garden just down the street from our house.
I guess the point I’m trying to (ham-fistedly) make is that everyone’s an asshole. Bigotry may be the only United thing about the US right now.
And, finally, this is a lovely conversation I found on FB this morning — courtesy of one of my high school “friends” upstate. I was going to unfriend her immediately, but then I decided to see who among our 11 mutual friends decides to “like” one of the many fatuous, racist comments so that I can unfriend them all in one fell self-righteous swoop. Click to view:
Won’t someone think of the children with “dissabilities”?
