Saturday, November 17, 2007

One more vid.

Tiesto blows!
Daft ROX!

Fuckin' Rockin' Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots!

Adept Daft.

this day in history. pt 4

this day in history. pt 3

this day in history. pt 2

this day in history. pt 1

hold. birthday.

hold. birthday.

hold. birthday

I don't want a lover...

I just want Sharleen Spiteri!

The OTHER great Scottish songbird!

a-round the whirled...

Listen! Up in the sky!

Yeah. The Cold War is over.
Still. Forget the Russians.
Forget the Apple.

Check out the mp3 skyline!
Hear what's on the horizon.

It's worth the twenty cents...their catalogue is WAY deep.


Yikes! 37 years later? YIKES!


FAILSAFE is playing on Turner Classic Movies at the moment.
THE DAY AFTER is playing on The SciFi channel.

Is it me?

Danger! Danger! Will Robinson!

Album Art

Friday, November 16, 2007

At the gym:
I'll have what he's having...

The Unknown Beatle!
Ringo Starr Jones!

Postcards – literally – from the Asylum.

Shame on Serbia.
Mental Disability Rights International

This is nothing short of sick-making.
Shameful, shocking and horrifying.

Hard-core criminals, and animals, are treated thousands of times better than these very unfortunate people. In this case, killing these people would be the most humane act anyone could perform to help them.

While the photographs and the footage of this deplorable situation are shocking, the report is even worse.

Thursday, November 15, 2007


Shame on CNN.

Campbell Brown: UMMMMMMM.

What happened to:

Daryn Kagan?
Paula Zahn?
Soledad O'Brien?
Miles O'Brien?
Kris Osbourne?
Bill Hemmer?

House-cleaning? What? These folks too old?
BOO-HISS on John Roberts, ChetZilla,
and that rabid Cuban, Rick Sanchez.

Just because.

Now we're talkin'!

Now get your boots.

When they make a version of this which is a JOCKSTRAP,
then they can call me.

I'm a cranky cunt today. Get over it.

Got a shovel?

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

4,000th Post!
Heeeeeeerrrrrrreeeeee'sss GRACE!

Not just numbers.

Cinema's First Lesbian

Condoleezza's Astro...

An amazing, and powerful, natal chart.
Here's a classic example of an "easy" chart to read, without going into mumbo-jumbo detail.

At the 12noon position, you have the Sun (ego) and Venus (female) ruling.
In the first house (9 o'clock) you have Mars, marking a tough, masculine personality.
The 6th and 7th houses (3 o'clock) are marked by Leo (the lion) with the symbol for Leo the "lion's mane" which is something easily seen in Ms Rice's hair style(s).

The areas of heaviest activity in her natal chart are in the 6th and 7th houses (personal relationships, work relationships) and the 9th and 10th houses (higher thoughts and thinking, law, and her career).

Personally, I see some aspects which are not unknown as indicators for sexual preferences contrary to the socially-accepted "norm."

Birthday Breakfast!!

Dice? Ice? Lice? Mice? Vice?
Nice? NEVER!

Happy Birthday Condi Rice!

(Sorry to post W's spank-bank fave!)

Forget the Kodak moment!

Just when you thought the Estate had pulled everything there was out from Mapplethorpe's very dark closet, there's yet another collection of his Royal Badness' work. Polaroids, particularly nasty in that they are originals and are the only souvenir of drunken, stoned and coked out sessions, have been assembled for the first time in this volume.

On the other hand, who says it's the last time they will be assembled?

I'm smelling a catalogue raisonne (not the version on CD) hitting the shelves in the near future...perhaps in 2009 (the 20th anniversary of his death?) or 2014...the silver (coke spoon) anniversary of his demise.

Either way, I'm sure there's a few jaw-droppers in this collection.
Worth shopping around for the best price.

Veronica Lake via Worth1000

The black + white original Hollywood publicity shot was colorized via contestants on Worth1000's website. All Photoshop, all the time, there are some really amazing creations on this site.

And some of them are downright side-splitting.

Take a wander over via the link above.

If a picture is worth 1000 words (get it?) the laughter is priceless.

Strike a birthday pose!

Veronica Lake as photographed by George Hurrell.
Hey. $850 for a signed, vintage print? Not a bad deal.

A Birthday Impression.

He finally got caught!


Give the remix a spin before it drops on December 1st.

Cinematic Contributions: Ira Levin

Dear Mssrs. Levin:

The Boys from Brazil, Rosemary's Baby, and The Stepford Wives
all offer up their deepest sympathies during this trying time
for your family upon the death of your father, Ira Levin.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Ego TV

Hold on.
It's my show.

–|Rick Sanchez; CNN's OUT IN THE OPEN

Too funny.

Did you just call me?

I'll drink to this...

Please, Sir: Can I have a job?

Even a hottie like Tom Roberts, late of CNN (really late! I'm usually the last one to know) feels it's necessary to post nekkid pix of himself on those meatmarket pig-posting sites.

Monday, November 12, 2007

my resimay

Deer Sir,

I waunt to apply for the reporter job what I saw in
the paper. I can Type real quik wit one finggar and
do sum a counting.

I think I am good on the phone and no I am a
pepole person, Pepole really seam to respond
to me well. Certain men and all the ladies.

Im lookin for a Jobb as a reporter but it musent
be to complicaited

I no my spelling is not to good but find that I
Offen can get a job thru my persinalety. My
salerery is open so we can discus wat you
want to pay me and wat you think that I am
werth, I can start imeditely. Thank you in
advanse fore yore anser.

hopifuly Yore best aplicant so farr.


BRYAN ( nikname ' Beefy ' )

PS : Because my resimay is a bit short -
below is a pickture of me.


Dear Beefy-I mean Bryan ,

It's OK honey, we've got spell check.
You're hired!

Big Girl!

Infectious pop, MIKA's gonna be around for a while. Think Pet Shop Boys, Scissor Sisters, Queen, get the idea. Hey, he's smart enough to have Sophie Müler shoot GRACE KELLY. Sophie, as we all know, is responsible for Annie Lennox and DIVA.


I tried to be like Grace Kelly!

If Elton John, Freddie Mercury, and Scissor Sisters were all on the same train, and it was running five minutes late, who'd get to their destination first?

MIKA! of course.

I think today is Rodin's birthday.
Not sure.


I have absolutely no idea how I found this website. (LIAR!)

I tried to be like Grace Kelly!
Happy Birthday, Your Royal Highness.

This time, you're hooked.

you say you need somethin'
to help you when you're down...

and I thought it was me.

annie lenox let down
Annie Lenox should have ended her United States tour on a high note at her Boston Symphony hall concert. But instead she was done in by a blown sound system which rendered her usually stunning voice into a muddy mix of buzz and over amplification. Singing in the accoustically superb symphony hall she could have performed with almost no help but instead was doomed by a too loud backup band and a sound engineer who apparently wasn't listening. Between the static, the audience could only catch fleeting moments of the brillance of Ms Lenox's highly trained voice but it was hard work and one was left just feeling bad that a unique touring opporunity was ruined by elctronic malfeasance.


August 22, 2007 (The New York Times)

Art Review | Nina Berman

Words Unspoken Are Rendered on War’s Faces


One of the more shocking photographs to emerge from the current Iraq war was taken last year in a rural farm town in the American Midwest. It’s a studio portrait by the New York photographer Nina Berman of a young Illinois couple on their wedding day.

The bride, Renee Kline, 21, is dressed in a traditional white gown and holds a bouquet of scarlet flowers. The groom, Ty Ziegel, 24, a former Marine sergeant, wears his dress uniform, decorated with combat medals, including a Purple Heart. Her expression is unsmiling, maybe grave. His, as he looks toward her, is hard to read: his dead-white face is all but featureless, with no nose and no chin, as blank as a pullover mask.

Two years earlier, while in Iraq as a Marine Corps reservist, Mr. Ziegel had been trapped in a burning truck after a suicide bomber’s attack. The heat melted the flesh from his face. At Brooke Army Medical Center in Texas he underwent 19 rounds of surgery. His shattered skull was replaced by a plastic dome, and a face was constructed more or less from scratch with salvaged tissue, holes left where his ears and nose had been.

Ms. Berman took this picture, which is in the solo show at Jen Bekman Gallery, on assignment for People magazine. It was meant to accompany an article that documented Mr. Ziegel’s recovery, culminating in his marriage to his childhood sweetheart. But the published portrait was a convivial shot of the whole wedding party. Maybe the image of the couple alone was judged to be too stark, the emotional interchange too ambiguous. Maybe they looked, separately and together, too alone.

“Marine Wedding,” the portrait’s title, was not Ms. Berman’s first encounter with wounded Iraq war veterans. She photographed several others beginning in 2003, and 20 of her portraits were published as a book, “Purple Hearts: Back From Iraq” (Trolley Books, 2004), with an introduction by Verlyn Klinkenborg, a member of the editorial board of The New York Times. These pictures, accompanied by printed interviews with the sitters, have been traveling the country, and 10 are now at Bekman.

None are as startling as “Marine Wedding,” even when the disability recorded is more extensive. Former Spc. Luis Calderon, 22, of Puerto Rico, had his spinal cord severed when a concrete wall he was ordered to pull down — it was painted with a mural of Saddam Hussein — fell on him. He is now a quadriplegic, though this is not immediately evident from his portrait. Nor can we see from the photograph of Spc. Sam Ross, 20, of Pennsylvania, that he lost a leg in a bomb blast, which also caused permanent brain damage.

Almost all the veterans in Ms. Berman’s pictures look isolated, even if someone else is present. And a sense of loneliness comes through in their brief interviews. Mr. Ross, separated from his family, lives by himself in a trailer. Mr. Calderon, who waited months for veterans’ benefits, says he feels abandoned by the military; because he was not wounded in combat, he has not been awarded a Purple Heart.

Spc. Robert Acosta, 20, a Californian who lost a hand in a grenade attack, says he is psychologically unable to resume his former social life: “I don’t like dealing with the questions. Like, ‘Was it hot?’ ‘Did you shoot anybody?’ They want me to glorify the war and say it was so cool.”

Mr. Acosta’s interview has the only overt anti-war sentiment in the Bekman show, and there are few words of bitterness or recrimination. Mr. Ross calls combat in Iraq the best time of his life. Randall Clunen of Ohio remembers the excitement of search missions in Iraqi homes as a peak experience. Sgt. Joseph Mosner, at 35 the oldest in this group, was 19 when he enlisted. “There was no good jobs,” he said, “so I figured this would have been a good thing.” He still thinks so, despite his severe facial scarring from a bomb explosion.

Sgt. Jeremy Feldbusch, left brain-damaged and blind by an artillery attack, once had plans for medical school. but says: “I don’t have any regrets. I had some fun over there. I don’t want to talk about the military anymore.” He claims, as do others, that he has no political opinions.

Ms. Berman adds no direct editorial comment to the presentation. She has said in interviews that she started photographing disabled veterans soon after the war began mainly because she didn’t see anyone else doing so. In what may be the most intensively photographed war in history, the visual documentation has been selective. The fate of the injured veterans was not a public issue until news reports about substandard treatment at Walter Reed Army Medical Center.

This background provides the context for Ms. Berman’s photographs, which are themselves tip-of-the-iceberg images. No matter what the viewer’s political position, the images add up to a complex and desolating anti-war statement. Mr. Acosta makes that statement outright: “Yeah, I got a Purple Heart. I don’t care. I don’t need anything to prove I was there. I know I was there. I got a constant reminder. I mean like all the reasons we went to war, it just seems like they’re not legit enough for people to lose their lives for and for me to lose my hand and use of my legs and for my buddies to lose their limbs.”

And “Marine Wedding” speaks, as powerfully as a picture can, for itself.

MacBook iSight Photo.

Vault: BLur

Juan Carlos Lopez Hernandez

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Panteøn General|MX

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Panteøn General|MX

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Monte Alban|MX

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Before + After.

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Syracuse|1979 – 1982

Scan from original 35mm color negative; full-frame.
Negative presumed lost.


I need to have this terrible commercial explained to me, until I understand the creative process and the minds which gave this spot the green light. In this day and age, it's as horrid as screaming BOMB! on an airplane, or FIRE! in a theatre.

Folding under pressure,
just like a lawnchair.

This is for the hopeless losers,
This is for the vacant souls.

A rare and most brilliant acoustic and totally impromptu performance. Annie stands absolutely alone in the pantheon of vocal brilliance. Jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring, and tear-jerking.