Thursday, February 17, 2011

First Issue of Newsweek in "new" format
Obama on Obama

This Day in History | 1933
The first issue of News-week

Born this day in 1963
And if you gotta ask...

Forget "Power to the People!"
Here's Dexter: Powersaw to the People!

Celebrity Death Watch | Steve Jobs [b. Feb 24]

While Steve Jobs is meeting with President Obama and a host of other e-celeb names today, it's rumoured his health is so bad, that doctors have given him six weeks, at most, to live. Sad to see one of the true icons of the world in this position, especially someone who has not only changed the world, but e-beautified it, but this just goes to show you: money can't buy everything.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

It's really sad when...

someone you once loved

turns into

someone you now know.

Even sadder still,

is when that person

doesn't even notice.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Freedom To Marry

Iconography | Google
Valentine's 2011

Born this day in 1946 | Gregory Hines
Photographed by Robert Mapplethorpe

Gregory Hines

The greatest tap dancer of his day, Gregory Hines (1946-2003) revitalized this creative tradition and inspired a new generation of performers. Hines's dancing career began when he was a child, performing with his brother and his father in an act billed as Hines, Hines, and Dad. As he later recalled, "I don't remember not dancing. When I realized I was alive... and I could walk and talk, I could dance." Beginning in the late 1970s, Hines emerged as a Broadway star, headlining such shows as Eubie, Sophisticated Ladies, and Jelly's Last Jam, for which he received the 1992 Tony Award for Best Actor. He also enjoyed a successful movie career, starring in The Cotton Club and alongside Mikhail Baryshnikov in White Nights. Robert Mapplethorpe's portrait shows the thirty-nine-year-old performer showing off his defining moves.

Love Stamp, Robert Indiana [USPS, 1973]

Happy Valentine's Day!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Screaming Room | The Objective [2009]

Sinead O'Connor | Sacrifice
[Elton John & Bernie Taupin]

Time Warp!
Sinead O'Connor | The Grammy Awards 1989

Justin Bieber Arrested for CRYING!!!
@ The 53rd Grammy Awards

JUSTIN BIEBER was arrested after being seen crying on national television after losing BEST NEW ARTIST to rising jazz star Esperanza Spalding.

OrangeMercury was born this way, too!

Don't say you weren't warned...

The Screaming Room | The Butcher
[Korea, 2009]

One more for the birthday boy
Robbie Williams & The Pet Shop Boys
She's Madonna

Brokeback Mountain | Part II
Robbie Williams & Gary Barlow | Shame

Freddie v Robbie
Let Me Entertain You [LIVE]

Really. There is no comparison.
But Robbie would have made a much better choice for "Queen +" than Paul whatshisname. And I think Freddie would have approved. But Paul Rodgers? NFW!

The Second Coming of Christ
Robbie Williams | Radio [Leeds, 2006]

Born this day in 1974 | Robbie Williams

Somewhat brief, but not forgotten.
Joe Hoffman, TVR | Newhouse [1983]
Jump House Design, Los Angeles (Principal)

Recently, the maze which is facebook re-connected me with some names, faces, and memories from my days at Syracuse University (1978 – 1982) as a photography major through the SI Newhouse School of Public Communications.

I remember meeting Joe on one Tuesday night, mustache and mophead full of curly, curly brown hair. We were friends that term, and probably saw each other here and there afterwards. I'd always wondered what happened to him, and prayed he hadn't become a statistic characteristic of the early 80s.

I found his blog, and read this entry. I was heartened to know there was someone else in this world who noticed, somehow cared, and wrote about, the unnoticed.

Joe's the principal of Jump House Design, LLC, Los Angeles. He does some cool volunteer work rescuing dogs. I knew there was something I always liked about him...arf! arf!
After living in the same place for a long period, one gets attuned to the rhythms, sounds, and patterns–both small and large–of neighbors, birds, traffic, bugs. At precisely 7am every weekday, the children next door will come out of their apartment and yell back “Bye Mom.” The gardeners will be firing up mowers and blowers every Monday morning. The landlady’s kitchen radio will be playing NPR twenty-four seven, to no particular audience. And she will be humming the same bar of music–over and over again–as she goes about her day and night. I know that she will leave the house many days at dinnertime and return late in the evening for reasons I would learn only after.
I had known her as downstairs neighbor and landlady for the six years I had lived in a grand apartment, identical in layout, above hers. To me, she was the quirky elderly lady. At times sweet, at others, irascible. Occasionally she would regale me with her stories of “old boy’s clubs” and “vengeful agents” out to destroy her reputation, to which I could only listen politely.
At one time in her life, she had been a vibrant and respected psychologist. But like many who skirt the depths of brilliance, there were demons. Her practice was sometimes unorthodox, crossing that perceived line of acceptability, as was evidenced by establishment blow back she incurred. It was one of those events that set her on a long and, eventually, fruitless journey to redeem her name and reputation–down a road of isolation surrounded by an overbearing need to be heard while she simultaneously buried herself in her surroundings.

The Screaming Room | HUSH [2009]