Saturday, July 01, 2006

Life's too short for you to die,

so grab yourself an alibi...

Celebrate the century

1978 - 1999

The Three Fates vI

Two, together.
One, alone.

Protection + Power?

I thought this was Robbie Williams' logo?

How We Die

Proof God is Listening.

Had the rocket gone off successfully this afternoon,
CNN wouldn't have covered PFC Tucker's services, let alone live.
Let me take you on a trip.

Do You Believe in Shame?|Duran Duran

World in My Eyes|Depeche Mode (Cicada Mix)
Shame|Eurythmics (Dance Mix 2005)|Eurythmics
Praying for Time|George Michael (Live)
Time On My Hands|Pet Shop Boys

Pvt. Kristian Menchaca|Pvt. Thomas Tucker

Pvt. Kristian Menchaca, 23, from Houston, and Pvt. Thomas Tucker, 25, of Madras, Ore., were last seen on Friday during an attack on a roadside checkpoint south of Baghdad.

Sadly, the funeral of Pvt. Tucker is being held at this moment. CNN said about 17 minutes ago that coverage would begin in 5 minutes. Typically, they are running domestic flood coverage. You know. People who went through something devastating and soldiers swimming up to their front doors to tell them their houses weren't going to make it through the latest flood.

Since when did water run red, white, and blue?

Update on CNN:
I'd never blast Fredricka Whitfield, however,
she just blew it when she said "update on weight gain and cigarette quitting."

Control room, please?

Summer of 1978

Def give this a spin this holiday weekend.

Achievement starts with A.

If you can't see the A in this photograph,
get a fucking life and open your eyes.

Strap in. Buckle up. Buckle down.

Personal Daily Horoscope
Saturday, 1 July 2006
born 4 May 1960
©Astrodienst AG

Surprising incidents ***
No other influence is more conducive than this one to sudden upsets, rash behavior and surprising incidents. Energy seems to burst out all over the place and in surprising forms. It is very often difficult to make plans during this time precisely because so much happens without any warning. In its direct psychological expression, that is, when it is not sublimated or converted into a different form of energy, this influence indicates a sudden desire to assert your freedom, to kick away all limitations and break free. A positive use of this energy would be to begin a totally new and innovative project that consumes a great deal of energy and that will be largely identified with you when it is completed. You need to assert your individuality at this time, and this is a constructive way of doing it.

The interpretation above is for your transit selected for today:
Mars Conjunction Uranus exact at 12:46
activity period from 30 June 2006 to 3 July 2006.


I jumped for the second time.
And I'd jump again.
In an instant.

What the hell happened?
See that door?
It's locked...

One Step Closer

Great(er) Expectations

The Promise

Friday, June 30, 2006

I <3 Texas

This started with iPopped! and her blog over in Denmark (?) and the Jacques Lu Cont mix, which is killer with Hung Up (you really don't have to ask, do you?) and Born to Be Alive|Patrick Hernandez...

and then I heard the original version,
and was floored.

How many songs can floor you? Twice?

What About Us?|Texas

He came home late from his work one day
Said he wanted some time alone
What about you, what about me, what about love
I knew I couldn’t take this love heartache
I knew I couldn’t stand it alone
What about you, what about me, what about us

Oh I know I’m special inside
And oh I gave you all of my life
And here we go

I’ve seen it before
When I just needed more
Than your touch
Here we go
You’re not a million miles
You’re not a million miles from me

He came home late from his work one day
Said he wanted some time alone
What about you, what about me, what about love
He came home late and apparantly
He was someone else when he got home
What about you, what about me, what about us

Aaah I know I’m special inside
And how I gave you all of my life
And here we go

I've seen it before
when I just needed more
than your touch

Robert Mapplethorpe

In 1977, Robert Mapplethorpe photographed a torn American flag, ostensibly flying proudly over a notoriously-gay section of The Pines, Fire Island. This photograph, singularly, did not cause as much of an uproar as a bullwhip inserted up his ass, taken in the same time period.

Nearly thirty years later, the start of the Fourth of July holiday weekend is heralded by redwhiteandblue balloons at every automobile dealership on every strip in every city in America.

The debate about respecting the American flag wages on (I've personally seen it flying in the rain, touching the ground, and flying after sunset) and shoving a bullwhip up your ass in the name of art will only be superceded by (insert pun here.)

You make me feel mighty real|Sylvester 1977

The Decisive Moment

Years ago, perhaps over a decade and a half, someone said how they feared my eyes because they were those of a serial killer. A short time later, someone who knew why I put it down knew I would return and pick it back up, and they were frightened. This time, she said, you will have seen more than you can handle, felt more than you were meant to feel, and would wonder why you were still able to put one foot in front of another. That time is now.

The last time I saw the black bag, I was climbing a tree, and it was just too much. Or was I just too much? Later that evening, I saw a silhouette in the cemetery, holding a gun, as it tried to make out my figure against the looming headstones. I never saw the bag again. In my vain attempt at reclaiming what I handed to the devil, I heard from some pawn shop owner blocks from the boneyard that some cracked-out drag queen sold the entire bag for $40. I'd've paid $400 for the contents. Including the hundreds of business cards that gave my name and number on some ORBIT ORANGE cardstock. SCREAMING in bold letters THESE EYES AREN'T YOURS.

I know I choked later that evening, gagged even. Was it the thought? or was it the company? I know the company provoked the evil path of the evening, and what do I have? Nothing.

That's what happened to my eyes. That's where they were left, and that's the outline of the story. There's more, but then there's nothing left to read. I do know there's nothing left to feel, save some beating in my heart and a heaving in my chest.

Now I'm more dangerous than Diane on the fourth day. HenrĂ® just before the dash. Weegee at the cake box murder.

What's in the box? What's on your mind?
Can you see?

That's not the point.
You'll feel the razor, after it drew itself across my pupil.

Sin tit.

This Song Has No Title
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road|1973 Elton John

Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied

Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine
Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines
Look in the mirror and stare at myself
And wonder if that's really me on the shelf

And each day I learn just a little bit more
I don't know why but I do know what for
If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon
Oh this song's got no title just words and a tune

Take me down alleys where the murders are done
In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind

If I was an artist who paints with his eyes
I'd study my subject and silently cry
Cry for the darkness to come down on me
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel

I'm sorry this wasn't meant for you.
I'd trade what I do know for what you don't know.

One Caress

We'll never be back where we began.
Will we ever be somewhere other than here?
Will there be something other than now?

I fumble like some geeky high-school boy
looking for your hand at the early show.
With the anticipation, and the trepidation.

One Caress|Depeche Mode

Well I'm down on my knees again
And I pray to the only one
Who has the strength
To bear the pain
To forgive all the things that I've done

Oh girl
Lead me into your darkness
When this world is trying it's hardest
To leave me unimpressed
Just one caress
From you and I'm blessed

When you think you've tried every road
Every avenue
Take one more look
At what you found old
And in it you'll find something new

I'm shying from the light
I always loved the night
And now you offer me eternal darkness

I have to believe that sin
Can make a better man
It's the mood that I am in
That left us back where we began

Can you READ?

Because I can see.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Oremus tempus.

And the wounded skies above
Say it's much too late
Well maybe we should all be
Praying for time

Praying for Time|George Michael (Live)

Sado-Masochism in Roman-Christian Art

I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair

A Pain That I'm Used To|Depeche Mode (Remixes Available)

Bloom where you are planted. First Corinthians

Cameo Theatre

You lived to go on Sundays,
and died to be there Monday morning.

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On + On + On (Hold on...)


11 August 1967 vI


(tell you what I heard...|keep it to yourself)

well you can change a lot of things in your life
but not your destiny

Rumour Has It|Donna Summer

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

12 August 1967 vI

Welcome to the Pleasuredome.

People wore anything to the brown parties.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Here. Put these on.

Got a match?


Sound of wooden match striking.
(obviously inhales, exhales, for effect)

Sylvester, with classic lisp:
't'sa phabulouth club...

Martha, overlapping Sylvester:
I'm tellin' ya...

Look at all the phabulouth people


Convergence v0001

Relax|Frankie Goes to Hollywood Dog Park
(do you want it before or after the TTwins?)

or lubed?

Love Magic.

What to Wear Que 2 Ware

When it was off,
I was on.

I'd show you the rest,
but you either saw it,
or you didn't.

Thanks to KEK for the gift that keeps on
keeping on.
Easily logged 14 years in this.
(That's just shy of 1/3 of my life,
if you're keeping track...)

Scene at Madonna

©The Hartford Courant|Online
Hartford, Monday Night

What I Need.

I know what I googled, I know what the results were.
I know what I was looking for, I know what I needed.
This is what I found within the first 10 that I could find acceptable,
on some level.
But I'm not even saying what I googled in the first place.

Let's just say I still have a need.
Switching chairs will be a start.

Hartford's Confessions, Take II

The saddest thing for me is that my friends from "back in the day" didn't "live to tell" because they never really quite found out. Now, the catch phrase for the film has to go through the copyrighters because "records" aren't around anymore, in the conventional sense.

Still. There's something about having been there.

I think it's kinda funny.
I think it's kinda sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying
are the best I've ever had.

And I've been dreaming this way since December 1982.
When were you born?

Scheduled Set list

"Future Lovers/I Feel Love"
"Get Together"
"Like A Virgin"
"Interlude: Dancer Confessions"
"Live to Tell"
"Forbidden Love"
"Like It Or Not"
"Interlude: Sorry remix"
"I Love New York"
"Ray of Light"
"Let It Will Be"
"Drowned World/Substitute For Love"
"Paradise (Not For Me)"
"Interlude: Music/Disco Inferno (Intro)"
"Music Inferno"
"You Thrill Me/Erotica"
"La Isla Bonita"
"Lucky Star"
"Hung Up"

2 weeks to use up wand of YSL #5 mascara

2 million dollars worth of Swarovski crystals embellishes above disco ball

5,000 square feet size of Madonna's four stages (standard is 2,600 square feet)

1,000 hours rehearsal over 12 weeks

27 number of performers including Madonna, Band, and 22 Dancers

253 massages provided to dancers

0 foundation used on Madonna's skin

1 bottle of balancing cleansing oil (Shu Uemura Green Tea) every week

1 bottle of Yonka moisturizer used up every three weeks

106 crew members in Madonna touring party

40 foot turntable in center of main stage

16 miles per hour when turntable revolves

1 "discofied" crucifix rises nightly from stage floor with surprise visitor attached

4 feet away from audience is distance between Madonna and fans on satellite stages

70 tons of equipment on top of main stage

24 semi trucks used to move equipment from city to city

2 private planes to transport

18 vans and cars to transport

5 buses to transport

280 yards of Ace bandages used for dancers and Madonna

543 (and counting) heat wraps for dancers

200 tons in weight of entire show (equivalent to a battle ship)

400,000 watts of power used for run of show nightly

8 broken bones of Madonna's displayed on video screens during "Like a Virgin" via x-rays and MRI's (she's all better now)

7 costume changes for Madonna

30 outfits were designed by Jean Paul Gaultier for Madonna and dancers

8 pairs of shoes and boots used by Madonna each night (mostly Yves St. Laurent)

1 piece of jewelry (only) worn by Madonna (diamond and amethyst necklace designed by Chopard)

600 outfits in total for the entire show

25 racks required to move wardrobe

1 crown of thorns -- 50 thorns -- from Cotters Church Supply in LA

1 bottle of vodka backstage to use for perspiration stains

24 inch waist (Madonna)

4 people change Madonna's costumes during the show

1 pair of Capezio professional fishnet stockings used each night

10 pounds is weight of Michael Schmidt designed belt Madonna wears during a segment in show

4,000 Swarovski crystals imbedded in said belt

34 clips used to set Madonna's hair

2 Smoothie-brand hair elastics used during show (one blonde, one white)

4 large hairpins used to secure chignon in opening sequence

3 hairstyles revealed during the show (chignon, crown of thorns with baby Jesus curls and weeny/disco roll coiff)

2 products used for hair (Kerestase oleo relax and Evian water mister to prevent electricity)

2 changes of eyelashes (one mink, one mink with diamonds for disco section)


Monday, June 26, 2006

Madonna SEX Book

Yeah, I've been to a few of those parties.
As a matter of fact, the best thing I'd heard was:
"what're you gonna do? Piss? or piss, and make somebody happy?"

Who's Got My Back?

What would I confess?

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies

My sister gets so RIPPED and not in the right direction when I use here in the "she was there, she's the witness" to my Thompson Twins at The Agora Ballroom in 1985? story. They put the meaning of party. We were the innocent bystanders.

I think their songs drip with ache. But ache you would actually get over.

All I ever wanted, all I ever needed...

Barring David, who is (thankfully skirting edge) there either seems a complete disregard for absolut regard for the body, make, in particular.
The more explorative of you will see that the link above takes you straight, pun intended, to Robert Mapplethorpe.

More later.


Artist: Depeche Mode
Album: Violator
Year: 1990
Title: World In My Eyes

Let me take you on a trip
Around the world and back
And you won't have to move
You just sit still
Now let your mind do walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes

I'll take you to the highest mountain
To the depths of the deepest sea
We won't need a map, believe me
Now let my body do the moving
And let my hands do the soothing
Let me show you she world in my eyes

That's all there is
Nothing more than you can feel now
That's all there is

Let me put you on a ship
On a long, long trip
Your lips close to my lips
All the islands in the ocean
All the heaven's in the motion
Let me show you the world in my eyes

That's all there is
Nothing more than you can touch now
That's all there is

Let me show you the world in my eyes


You had something to hide
Should have hidden it, shouldn't you?