Red Carpet Rundown: THE SHARDS Official Launch Skate Party
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They through a “Launch Skate Party” to celebrate the premiere of The Shards
and we regret to inform you that none of the cast members came in
skatewear. ...
Sep 22, 2007
Sep 21, 2007
Portuguese love
Just because...here's one of my all time favorite Teena Marie songs....and it's hard to winnow them down too.
She and I are so similar it's uncanny...both white, lesbian wanna-be black girls, you know.
Sep 18, 2007
just exactly what I needed
So, after a long day teaching out in the wilderness,
I come home and climb into bed from sheer exhaustion. It's pretty much all I can do after a day of work nowadays. By 8 pm I'm asleep.
Tonight, half awake, I hear a knock on my door. I open it to find my downstairs neighbor.
"Are you parked in front of the building?" He asks. "Ummm...I think so," I answer. I honestly had forgotten where I'd parked.
"Is that your car, the gray one?" "Yeah," I answer.
"Oh, man, somebody's hit your car."
We run down to the street to see the front of my car crumpled up like a piece of paper.
A white car, even more crumpled, air bag inflated in the driver's seat, axle twisted, tires deflated, shattered plastic and glass everywhere, is lodged about a foot into the front end of my car. It looks like they've been merged into one.
There's a crowd gathered around. The neighbor across the street tells us that he saw it happen. The driver, driving 50 miles an hour or more, hit two cars up the street, hit the car in front of me (my insane neighbor's by the way) and then finally hit mine, coming to a sudden stop.
He jumped out of the car and ran off. He's a heavyset (no doubt drunken) black man, about 40 years old, that's all they could tell.
I called the police, only to be told that they had already received a call. Nearly an hour later they actually show up. (God help us had someone been raped or robbed.)
They take the information. They (presumably..hopefully) are searching the culprit.
The neighborhood is still filled with milling people and cop cars.
I've just finished giving all my information to the police. It's taken 3 hours, and I'm dead tired.
Anyway, the short version of this story is that now I have no car and have to figure out some way to work tomorrow at 6 am.
ahem
I come home and climb into bed from sheer exhaustion. It's pretty much all I can do after a day of work nowadays. By 8 pm I'm asleep.
Tonight, half awake, I hear a knock on my door. I open it to find my downstairs neighbor.
"Are you parked in front of the building?" He asks. "Ummm...I think so," I answer. I honestly had forgotten where I'd parked.
"Is that your car, the gray one?" "Yeah," I answer.
"Oh, man, somebody's hit your car."
We run down to the street to see the front of my car crumpled up like a piece of paper.
A white car, even more crumpled, air bag inflated in the driver's seat, axle twisted, tires deflated, shattered plastic and glass everywhere, is lodged about a foot into the front end of my car. It looks like they've been merged into one.
There's a crowd gathered around. The neighbor across the street tells us that he saw it happen. The driver, driving 50 miles an hour or more, hit two cars up the street, hit the car in front of me (my insane neighbor's by the way) and then finally hit mine, coming to a sudden stop.
He jumped out of the car and ran off. He's a heavyset (no doubt drunken) black man, about 40 years old, that's all they could tell.
I called the police, only to be told that they had already received a call. Nearly an hour later they actually show up. (God help us had someone been raped or robbed.)
They take the information. They (presumably..hopefully) are searching the culprit.
The neighborhood is still filled with milling people and cop cars.
I've just finished giving all my information to the police. It's taken 3 hours, and I'm dead tired.
Anyway, the short version of this story is that now I have no car and have to figure out some way to work tomorrow at 6 am.
ahem
Sep 16, 2007
Blythe goes to Grey Gardens
For/from Michael.
They've clicked her eyes to match the poster background.
Nice.
health and fitness
How do I spend my day off after working in the seventh circle of hell all week?
A four hour march through the streets of New Orleans...beginning at 9 am...on a Sunday.
Actually it was pretty nice.
It was the annual No Aids Walk. This year it was back uptown, along Magazine St. and Audubon Park, and the weather was really nice....as long as you avoided the sun.
And for just two drink tickets one could buy a Bloody Mary or a screwdriver to accompany you down the walk.
I walked with Dennis and his friend Jeffrey and met up with my friend Geronimo and his roommate, Michael.
While chatting with Geronimo, a photographer accosts us and asks to take our picture, because Geronimo is wearing a rainbow beanie...with a propeller.
Our photo, so we were told, will be featured in "Health and Fitness" Magazine (no smartassed comments thank you)...which, although it sounds pretty impressive, I think is one of those free circulars found at supermarkets.
I'll be the one not wearing the propeller beanie.
Out there I saw a least five people I know, only two of whom I avoided, not a bad average. Among the five were Myke and Tina. I chatted briefly with them. Myke mentioned his fear of running into past dates, which I think was the chief motivation for everyone there to keep moving. There's no better motivation than trying to avoid someone you've dated. Bataan death march? pshaw...bring it on.
A four hour march through the streets of New Orleans...beginning at 9 am...on a Sunday.
Actually it was pretty nice.
It was the annual No Aids Walk. This year it was back uptown, along Magazine St. and Audubon Park, and the weather was really nice....as long as you avoided the sun.
And for just two drink tickets one could buy a Bloody Mary or a screwdriver to accompany you down the walk.
I walked with Dennis and his friend Jeffrey and met up with my friend Geronimo and his roommate, Michael.
While chatting with Geronimo, a photographer accosts us and asks to take our picture, because Geronimo is wearing a rainbow beanie...with a propeller.
Our photo, so we were told, will be featured in "Health and Fitness" Magazine (no smartassed comments thank you)...which, although it sounds pretty impressive, I think is one of those free circulars found at supermarkets.
I'll be the one not wearing the propeller beanie.
Out there I saw a least five people I know, only two of whom I avoided, not a bad average. Among the five were Myke and Tina. I chatted briefly with them. Myke mentioned his fear of running into past dates, which I think was the chief motivation for everyone there to keep moving. There's no better motivation than trying to avoid someone you've dated. Bataan death march? pshaw...bring it on.
Sep 15, 2007
put your body in it
Here's another great old jam...once (so I now know) in heavy rotation by Larry Levan at the legendary Paradise Garage
Of course, back in middle school, listening to Disco 97, (our local disco radio station) I didn't know all of that, but I did love this song.
Stephanie Mills' slightly freakish voice is perfectly used here.
pre-halloween
I just learned that this is what's happening not too far from my home...up near the cemeteries.
I'd noticed the activity around there a while back and wondered what was up.
Someone, it seems, has bought one of the old funeral parlors and is making it into some sort of attraction. It's not my bag by a long shot, but it's a good sign, I suppose...revitilizing the area a bit.
Hordes of overfed Goths from all over the Midwest might spur a revival of sorts. Who knows.
In the commercial you can see the old Jewish cemetery where I (Carlos, Marshall and Vincent and his friends) spent a foggy new years night a few years ago.
(and by the way, that's "foggy," smartasses)
Sep 14, 2007
bad reputation
When I was in middle school, my mother allowed me to join the Columbia House Record Club. Remember them?
The above was one of the many 8 tracks I ordered.
Ummm...you'd think would have been something of a clue for her?
But nope.
And by the looks of this youtube clip, The Ritchie family is still quite popular in Kazhakhstan it seems.
Who knew.
The above was one of the many 8 tracks I ordered.
Ummm...you'd think would have been something of a clue for her?
But nope.
And by the looks of this youtube clip, The Ritchie family is still quite popular in Kazhakhstan it seems.
Who knew.
Sep 13, 2007
Tim Gunn's Guide to What Not to Wear
So, judging by the highly scientific poll here, a slight majority of you love Mr. Gunn, but didn't much care for his new show. That's exactly how I felt myself. I have to admit that I was disappointed with it, but I can't say that I was all that surprised at being disappointed either.
I sort of had a feeling it might not be that great, not awful, but not great.
I do love Veronica Webb, always have, so that's a nice plus, but I can't say I'll be rushing home to watch the next episode.
I really didn't care for that first contestant either. She was far too fawning for my tastes. I like a little feistiness in my makeover contestants, a little fire in
the belly. I like to see Stacy and Clinton brow-beat and wrestle a feisty one into submission.
Well, I used to.
Now, I'm just kind of over it all, you know.
And that whole bit of Tim's presenting the husband with the purchased ring stuck in my craw (and an ICE.COM (tm) diamond ring stuck in the craw is not fun, lemme tell you)
Anyway, I'm not sure the world needs another makeover show, not that I have even the vaguest idea of how to package Tim Gunn and his dazzling silver charm into a tv
show.
Maybe have him dress up in little outfits and give vocabulary lessons?
That I might actually rush home to see.
F**k me pumps
So, I just got a package in the mail, and I'm falling in love...
with Amy Winehouse.
(thank you Veronica!)
Sure, she and I have been acquaintances for quite a while. I mean I've heard 5 or so songs out there, I've read every detail of her sordid life...but now she's getting her claws into me....and it's nice.
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