Saturday, May 20, 2006

Time goes by...

Time lapse imagery at its best.
Geography Lesson No. 1:
Where is Florida?

©Bruce Weber

©David Morgan

© Joel-Peter Witkin
le baiser de mort.

No one knows.

I stop and I stare too much
Afraid that I care too much
And I hardly dare to touch
Depeche Mode

Truer words were never spoken.
Happy 58th, Ms. Mendoza!

Greg Gorman really is quite the photographer.
Elton John is a major fan of his, and an unbelievable collector!

Friday, May 19, 2006

Michael Alago|Rough Gods

Not particularly inspiring, but somehow they rise above the fray.
Wallace Discusses Suicide Attempt, Regrets
'60 Minutes' Journalist Opens Up for TV Tribute

NEW YORK (May 18) - Mike Wallace was too rough? He's sorry? An actress flirted with him off and on camera? His depression was worse than he's ever admitted? The grand inquisitor himself fesses up when his own colleagues ask him those questions in a special edition of 60 Minutes dedicated entirely to the program's legendary correspondent.

These personal revelations and many of Wallace's most controversial and engaging interviews can be seen and heard when Morley Safer, Ed Bradley, Steve Kroft and Lesley Stahl interview Wallace in a special edition of 60 Minutes, this Sunday, May 21, at 7 p.m. ET/PT.

Not so surprising, because he has openly and readily discussed his depression for years, but shocking for its candidness – is Wallace's story of attempted suicide.

Safer asks the question that he says he and others had suspected all along. "Did you try to commit suicide at one point?" asks Safer. Wallace answers yes and says, "I don't know why the hell you asked me that question, because other people have…it's the first time I have answered it honestly."

After the story of the attempt to take his own life, Wallace says that the years since that time 20 years ago "have been the best in my life."

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Personal Daily Horoscope
Thursday, 18 May 2006
born 4 May 1960

Who you are.
Valid during many months: The effects of this influence are not always spectacular, but if you watch carefully, you will notice that there are all kinds of new and stimulating happenings in your life. It is not running along in the usual manner. But the changes and the unexpected events are not especially disturbing to you. Instead they open up new understandings and opportunities and give you a feeling that life still has some excitement and potential for growth.
Opportunities may come about through friends, or they may simply pop up in some other area of your everyday environment. You may become involved with a new group of people who live in a way that you hadn't thought possible before. You may be attracted to new philosophies and new techniques for managing your life. This is one of the influences under which people begin to study astrology.

All of these events are expressing your desire for greater freedom of self-expression. During this time you have the opportunity to gain greater control over your life and to make it a better vehicle for what you want to do. Any relationship that begins under this influence will be an expression of this fact, and even old relationships will be changed so that they further your objectives. Opportunities for advancement in your work will come suddenly through relationships with your superiors.

All of this sounds like luck, but this influence actually is showing you that your life can be much more free and that your potentials are greater than you have realized. We all have a natural tendency to settle into comfortable ruts, which can be severely limiting. But the energy of this influence acts suddenly, so that you are forced to sit up and take notice. The purpose of this influence is to tell you who you are. It is not giving you anything you haven't earned.

Transit selected for today:
Uranus Sextile Sun
activity period from middle of April 2006 until end of December 2007.
Smoking hot.

The only reason to see POSEIDON.
I'm sure Shelley Winters
woulda had fun with this...


Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Since I was digging, I thought I'd post this.

Photographed by David Vance on 20 October 2002
on the roof of this brilliantly deserted warehouse,
I remain puzzled by two things:
1. my gaze was obviously fixed on something
2. I couldn't see because my glasses weren't on

Yet, I was smiling...

I really need to have someone explain to me the logic behind giving ace Aaron Brown the heave-ho, for former hairband member John Roberts. Forget the eye candy factor as they are both equal (sorry, Aaron) in that department (zero!) but in terms of credibility and dry wit, Aaron was about as soothing as a dirty Sapphire martini, stirring it up, sometimes shaking the foundation. I love the line in JR's official bio that he "attended" the University of Toronto. What? A term? A class?
Now hear this!

Global Underground is 10!
And (NO LIE!):
the 36-track, 6+ hour, single track and
is available at the iTunes Music Store
for a whopping $9.99.

Get it before they fix the typo!
Personal Daily Horoscope
Wednesday, 17 May 2006
born 4 May 1960
©Astrodienst AG

Taking a stand
Very likely you will have to convince someone of something today. This will probably not be an argument, but rather a situation in which you have to present your case with vigor and energy. But if someone tries to talk you into something, you will defend your own position vehemently and successfully. This influence is not as argumentative as it sounds. People will not see you as spoiling for a fight, nor will they be particularly likely to pick a fight. Instead they will respect you for taking a stand for your own beliefs. Your inner confidence in your ideas and beliefs will help you initiate and take advantage of the opportunities that come your way. Do not be reluctant to use them. Under this influence you should be successful.

The interpretation above is for your transit selected for today:
Mercury Sextile Mars exact at 08:24
active only on 17 May 2006.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Walking In My Shoes|DM

I would tell you about the things
They put me through
The pain I've been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate's made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn't have been purer
My case is easy to see

I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I've been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

IDAHO 2006

We were planning ahead for Freddie's 60th birthday some time ago...

Halo|Depeche Mode

You wear guilt
Like shackles on your feet
Like a halo in reverse
I can feel
The discomfort in your seat
And in your head it's worse
There's a pain
A famine in your heart
An aching to be free
Can't you see
All love's luxuries
Are here for you and me
And when our worlds they fall apart
When the walls come tumbling in
Though we may deserve it
It will be worth it
Bring your chains
Your lips of tragedy
And fall into my arms
And when our worlds they fall apart
When the walls come tumbling in
Though we may deserve it
It will be worth it

do I like photographs taken of me.
Even remotely. Especially candids.
I don't even like the experience. At all.
This shot is really quite a contradiction in terms, however.
I had two margaritas in me courtesy this great little Mexican restaurant I found in Norwalk on the drive down.
Friday was a horrid day, as I peaked in class in the worst way possible, and steered an absolutely brilliant, adorable and favored student straight into the raging spring rains. The drive from Farmington to Norwalk was horrid in ways related to the storms outside the car, and inside my mind.
Both raged.
In a word? Broken.
Yet I look really, really good.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Equal time.

Depeche Mode
7 December 2005
Madison Square Garden

> Intro
> A Pain That I'm Used To: had to be experienced, especially at MSG.
> John The Revelator: intense, Gospel-flavored, tune.
> A Question Of Time: yep, it's them.
> Policy Of Truth: still telling the truth.
> Precious: great concert version.
> Walking In My Shoes: fit well.
> Suffer Well: visuals pre-Sims.
> Damaged People: damaging song; it ain't that good.
> Home: beautiful.
> I Want It All: Queen? Eurythmics? They all do.
> The Sinner In Me: I sinned by listening.
> I Feel You: I felt it.
> Behind The Wheel: They still can drive.
> World In My Eyes: It was, at the time.
> Personal Jesus: Brilliant.
> Enjoy The Silence: Hardly any.
> Somebody: great acoustic moment.
> Just Can't Get Enough: neither could the crowd!
> Everything Counts: certainly did!
Encore #2
> Never Let Me Down Again: I waited for this! Didn't let me down!
> Goodnight Lovers: It was, for us.

Weather: brutally cold, windy. Bone-chilling.
Venue: MSG, first of two nights. Sold-out.
Tickets: ?
Cost: ?
Seller: TicketBastard.
Guest: KAS; it was his 45th birthday present.
Traffic: train from Stratford, decent.
Kharma: $100 bonus from opening WaMu account!
Smoked: Yep.
Prank: gotta think back.
Funny: absolutely everything.
Bonus: KAS.
Surprise: KAS. And our being there in the first place!
Ride: very romantic. Both ways.
Before: Margaritas @ Chevy's. You could BATHE in them.
Unexpected: The Virgin Store, Times Square.
Gas: MetroNorth.
Highlights: holding hands during the show + cuddling on the train.
Music: We didn't need any.
Memory: Corbijn, cold weather, my companion, the concert.

Perchance to die.
You're Precious.
Enjoy Pain.

Depeche Mode
13 May 2006
Jones Beach, NY

SET 14
> Intro
> A Pain That I'm Used To: hot fuckin' concert intro
> A Question Of Time: moves well; too much with the SING IT!
> Suffer Well: don't like this song at all
> Precious: strained vocals
> Walking In My Shoes: good version
> Stripped: way too fuckin' much with the SING IT! No, YOU sing it, Dave.
> Home: Beautiful song, acoustic.
> Judas: QUITE THE SURPRISE! Cheating Judases, Doubting Thomases
> In Your Room: Superb song
> Nothing's Impossible: Forgettable
> I Feel You: Hot concert version. Strained voice
> Behind The Wheel: Early DM, not a fan of this song.
> World In My Eyes: Great tune, good version.
> Personal Jesus: Superb energy, great visuals
> Enjoy The Silence: Hardly anyone did, it was so noisy!
> Shake The Disease: More early DM. OK tune.
> Photographic: their first hit. I should like it.
> Never Let Me Down Again: We began to move; I watched the crowd. HOT!!!

Weather: October-cold
Venue: HOT! idea.
Tickets: $98/ticket. Two (2) tickets.
Cost: $110 for both; eBay.
Seller: Lisa. Liverpool NY.
Guest: Dave P./Torrington; always nice to me + Grace,
especially in PTown in 2002 for the Film Fest.
Traffic: easy
Kharma: Girl in white car. How do we get to Jones Beach? Follow me!
Smoked: Djarum blAck
Prank: calling and leaving two VM's for PAIN + PRECIOUS
Funny: asking that 8 y/o girl what she thought
Bonus: GOLDFRAPP opening act
Surprise: bumping into Denise, Frank et al who remembered me from Karaoke!
Ride: enjoyable, both ways
After: TGIFridays, somewhere, Long Island. Funny time.
Gas: $3.19
Highlights: Throgs Neck Bridge at night
Music: DM + personal mixes, iPod.
Memory: that goodnight kiss, in the backyard, in the rain.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

I never believe smiles.
I watched Calvin Klein model Mark Ellingbough (sp?) smile, on cue, perfectly, hundreds of times back in Miami in 1989 when I was working for David. He (Mark) asked me to get something for him out of his bag (I vaguely remember contact lens solution, but could be wrong) and there was a case,
a fucking CASE of Magnum-size condoms in his bag.
This from a guy who modelled, travelled, world-wide, for a living.
God rest his soul, and bless his mother, this Mother's Day.

So I just really don't believe smiles.
It's the eyes that have always had it for me.
You can look into someone's eyes when you are kissing them...

What I didn't give my mother,
this Mother's Day.
A gift I'm sure she's thrilled not to receive.
Funny, she'll banter about the color/s of my hair and all,
when she could have a perfect corpse.

This also happened to me when Grace died.
I'll never forget, sitting on the floor against the wall,
with her head cradled in my left arm, her rump in my right.
Draped across my body.

When I picked up Grace, after the second series of shots
to put her to sleep were administered,
I requested I be permitted to sit in the examination Room #4,
quietly, with her, as her body grew cold, stiff,
and began to smell of death as I kissed her nose.

What happened when I went to get up made me freeze.
I knew I'd seen that dog before.

Chance also favors the prepared heart, even as it's breaking.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Put lipstick on a pig,
and you still have a pig.

I don't know whether to be flattered,
or floored,
by the recent revelation that I need to "word verify" my posts.
Curiousity getting the better of me,
I clicked on the ? for more info,
and this is exactly what it says:

What Are Spam Blogs?
As with many powerful tools, blogging services can be both used and abused. The ease of creating and updating webpages with Blogger has made it particularly prone to a form of behavior known as link spamming. Blogs engaged in this behavior are called spam blogs, and can be recognized by their irrelevant, repetitive, or nonsensical text, along with a large number of links, usually all pointing to a single site. They may scrape content from other sites on the web, using other people's writing to make it look as though they have useful information of their own. And if an automated system is creating spam posts at an extremely high rate, it can impact the speed and quality of the service for other, legitimate users.

OK. Here you go. This is my official response:
Dear Blogger:
My posts are irrelevant, repetitive, and contain all sorts of nonsensical text, and there are a large number of links, usually pointing to a number of sites. I do scrape content from other sites on the web, in some instances obviously running a photograph I did NOT take through a number of filters (notably: neon glow) in my legal copy of Adobe's Photoshop.

And, for some reason, when I absorb information at the rate I do in this over-saturated media-driven BREAKING NEWS society, it has an effect (not AFFECT) on me and, more than likely, so does the ever-increasing price of gas, the numbers of dead soldiers in Iraq, not to mention the plunging price of CECU, of which I am a very unhappy shareholder (and yes, that gives me the LEGAL RIGHT to publish my disgust with a company who has no idea how important I am to them, and that I could actually reverse the plunge, but what-the-fuck!) So I ramble further, and I'm sure the spambots are thinking I'm just trying to sell you Viagra, a coppy (sic) of Adobe's PhotoShoppe OEM (sic) and the rest of that nonsense.

So. Take me off. Remove my blog. Make it harder for me to post.
I've already purchased orangemercury(dot)com and one day, when I'm not this depressed, and I really feel like doing something, I won't have to rely on your fucking templates that I myself have to tweak to bring out some semblance of originality so the shit I find, see, hear, taste, smell and touch really does look like it comes from a human being.

And a broken one, at that.
Anderson Cooper|Vanity Fair

Truman Capote's lisp made him giggle,
and Andy Warhol's wig frightened him.
Arguably the most famous baby picture in the history of photography,
Drew opens up a bit, just a bit, about himself.
I've taken serious potshots at the guy here,
all in good fun, but it seems the life of privilege gives new meaning
to the phrase "tainted love."

Whether passing wry comments on chocolate or urine,
AC's been on my radar since the overnight shift on ABC,
when I was suffering from a terrible bout with insomnia.
And he made the best mole...

And have you seen the new show?

The UK Single version of the second track, clocking in at 4'09"
certainly isn't cut out for much parquet punishment.
When your heart is heavy on a rainy Sunday afternoon,
these songs bear repeat rotation.

Personal note:
I'll kinda always have a thing for the Twins, at least Tom and Alannah.
It was somewhere in 1984|85, The Agora Ballroom, New Haven CT
and the Twins were playing stateside.
I'm standing in the back of the club with my sister and Mark P.,
and we're smoking a joint.
(Yes, this was back in the day when you could smoke almost ANYTHING
in a club, besides cigarettes!)
As my sister was hitting, there was this tap on her shoulder.
It was Tom Bailey.
We ended up smoking with Tom + Alannah,
chatting, right before the show.
They were the sweetest people.
And it's a very true story.
My sister hates when I tell it.

Hold Me Now|The Thompson Twins

I have a picture,
pinned to my wall.
An image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all.
Look at our life now, tattered and torn.
We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawn
Hold me now, warm my heart
stay with me, let loving start (let loving start)
You say I'm a dreamer, we're two of a kind
Both of us searching for some perfrct world we know we'll never find
So perhaps I should leave here, yeah yeah go far away
But you know that theres no where that I'd rather be than with you here today
You ask if I love you, well what can I say?
You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play
So I'll sing you a new song, please don't cry anymore
and then I'll ask your forgiveness, though I don't know just what I'm
asking it for

Lay Your Hands On Me|The Thompson Twins

This old life seemed much too long
With little point in going on
I couldn't think of what to say
Words just vanished in the haze
I was feeling cold and tired
Yeah kinda sad and uninspired
But when it almost seemed too much
I see your face
And sense the grace
And feel the magic in your touch


Back and forth across the sea
I have chased so many dreams
But I have never felt the grace
That I have felt in your embrace
Oh I was tired and I was cold
Yeah with a hunger in my soul
When it almost seemed too much
I see your face
And sense the grace
And feel the magic in your touch

Now you made me feel so good
Yeah like I never ever thought I would
You know you make me feel so strong
And now our laughter just goes on and on
So c'mon lay your hands on me
Cause close to you is where I really wanna be
And if it ever gets too much
I see your face
And sense the grace
And feel the magic in our touch