tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333875092024-03-23T13:54:17.397-04:00The Apocalypse & MeHow I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Four Horsemend.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-12785617394443839572009-05-24T18:28:00.004-04:002009-05-24T19:03:43.737-04:00Prairie dogs are ushering in the end times.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Courtesy of my hometown newspaper the</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Dalhart Texan</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, formerly</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Dalhart Daily Texan.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTgVHQh1chV5u2WtebT4SktGPCAr_VdMaqgbhleoZr29UDPwCUaUL2MNO4BG_i6rxhWTXFDH_LgA-rZQZZwMlFZflWue7xmX_qVu6SZozQxNcG4AuPnWrBpff9VF6MP-U49gfKyQ/s1600-h/prairie+dog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTgVHQh1chV5u2WtebT4SktGPCAr_VdMaqgbhleoZr29UDPwCUaUL2MNO4BG_i6rxhWTXFDH_LgA-rZQZZwMlFZflWue7xmX_qVu6SZozQxNcG4AuPnWrBpff9VF6MP-U49gfKyQ/s400/prairie+dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339522119391212818" /></a>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-77616539930161264152009-04-07T05:48:00.002-04:002009-04-07T06:00:18.390-04:00JIMMY UPDATE! JIMMY UPDATE!<span style="font-family:verdana;">Jimmy Scott will be at <em>Jazz at Lincoln Center</em> this week! Of course it's the week I'm gone. (After all, the Universe is still winning.) But you can go. And should go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://www.jazzatlincolncenter.org/concerts/details.asp?EventID=1890">April 9 - 12 (Thur - Sun)</a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://www.jazzatlincolncenter.org/concerts/details.asp?EventID=1890">7:30 and 9:30</a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://www.jazzatlincolncenter.org/concerts/details.asp?EventID=1890">Dizzy's Club <em>Coca Cola</em></a></span></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-35152176437893387842009-04-07T03:34:00.001-04:002009-04-07T05:45:06.207-04:00Johnny-is-no-Jimmy is ushering in the ends times.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here is an entry that's been hanging out in my Drafts folder for a year or so. Eat it up.</span></div><p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4aHWG7aqPM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4aHWG7aqPM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></p><br /><p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I had been waiting to see Jimmy Scott perform at <em>Jazz at Lincoln Center</em> since last fall when I purchased tickets for his entry in the Center's <em>American Songbook</em> series. Although Mr. Scott remains frustratingly under the radar - after all he is 82 and has been performing with all the legends since the 40s - just watch the above YouTube video to understand why he himself is legendary. I was fortunate to see him live three years ago at the Kennedy Center Jazz Club. Upon introduction, he gingerly mounted the steps to the stage with a fragile but determined delicateness. I was uncertain how the evening would play out. Would he be able to last through an entire set? But as soon as he began to sing, the life entered into his face and arms, and his voice, still fragile but now remarkably fiery, began to drop and wander - playing with the melody, teasing the notes, tossing them aside, discovering new sounds and joys. He was amazing. And not like "that shine-reduction powder is amazing" but God-creating-the-universe amazing.<br /><br />So last Saturday, with my friend Sarah in arm (I had attempted to make it a date night with an unnamed individual, but that's another story and another quarter), we rode the elevator to the Allen Room in the Time Warner Center and passed those waiting in the cancellation line. I felt some self-congratulatory satisfaction that I was not one of them. After having our tickets examined twice, we entered into the theater, which has a fantastic view of Columbus Circle and Central Park South. But there were people in our seats. People who were supposed to be there. So we headed to the nearest usher to resolve the situation, and I looked at my tickets again (probably the tenth time I had done so that day) and read:<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">American Songbook</span><br style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sponsored by Pfizer </span><br style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Jimmy Scott</span><br style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Fri, Feb 22, 2008 8:30 PM<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">The Allen Room</span><br style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Frederick P. Rose Hall Broadway at 60th St.</span><br /><br />Wait. Friday? FRIDAY!<br /><br />A day late.<br /><br />A plaintive moan escaped my lips. What kind of fool was I? It had been in my daily planner as Saturday since forever. <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Curse you, Mead!</span> I was directed to The Lady at the Kiosk, where I explained my case, confessed that I was an idgit, and begged for anything she could throw my direction. The Lady at the Kiosk said, "Wait." For there were lots of people in the cancellation line (Damn.), and we wouldn't know anything until closer to the show. So we waited, and I watched those lucky cancellation line sonabitches pass me into the theater. I tried to excude sad-adorableness to win over their sympathies. After all, Sarah had just told me I was dressed cool, like a rock star. How could they not be moved by puppy-eyed, Guitar Hero boy? Just as we were resigning ourselves to sad fate and considering heading over to Landmarc to get drunk at the bar, a magic woman came to us with two tickets. "Here. Hurry. You need to run." Gratitude poured forth from every orficice as I grabbed the tickets and ran off down the hall, but we were stopped by another even more magical woman. "Wait! Take these. They're amazing seats. You'll love them." So we swapped tickets. Taking our new $90 tickets to our rightful spots at the very front.<br /><br />We congratulated ourselves. This is how it should be done every time. The view. The complimentary wine. Good friends. And Jimmy Scott.<br /><br />(Announcer) <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br />Ladies and Gentlemen. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">JOHN......LLOYD......YOUNG!!!!<br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br /></span></span></span></span>What the ? </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">And a thousand little thoughts scampered through my head as I swung around:<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"> Wrong night AND wrong theater? Is that the piano player? If so, why is the audience standing up, cheering? Who is that white boy walking down the theater steps looking so fucking pleased with himself? Is he the opening act?</span><br /><br />And that's when it came together. Jimmy Scott would not be singing tonight. He was making one and only one appearance. Which I had tickets to. But did not attend. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">No. I was attending the concert debut of Mr. Young, Tony Award-winning former star of the Tony Award-winning <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Jersey Boys</span>, who would be singing your mother's favorite hits of the 40s, 50s, and 60s. Mr. Young was so excited for this opportunity to show his fans his true self, and, apparently, that true self is Frankie Valli.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sarah and I admitted defeat. The Universe had won. I poured the wine, somehow sending the cork flying toward our neighbors. And I laughed like Julia Roberts in <em>Pretty Woman</em>.<br /></p></span>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-91297650607935081602008-12-29T02:14:00.009-05:002008-12-29T03:09:04.749-05:00Old Smokey is ushering in the end times.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/y_d-Ekx4uDc" name="movie"><embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/y_d-Ekx4uDc"></embed></object></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A song from my childhood. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Does it need to be on YouTube?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Yes. Everything should be. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Is it flattering to myself? </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of course</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. I'm wrapped in a fleece blanket groaning. Remember, being earnest is the same thing as being good. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">W</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ill it move history? </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Without question.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Without question.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here are the lyrics to my particular version so you can sing along:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On top of Old Smokey, all covered in blood, <br />I shot my poor teacher with a .44 slug. <br />I went to her funeral. I went to her grave. <br />Everyone they threw flowers, but I threw a grenade. <br />The cops came and got me. They put me in jail,<br />But i grabbed a bazooka, and I blew 'em all to hell.</span><br /></span></p></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-83164555261404270772008-12-26T17:57:00.018-05:002008-12-26T23:17:11.888-05:00Apparently nothing is ushering in the end times.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUF_T1Z-lW6n60gfItX7wWh_q1CpTYWQjf2nPzZFK2JByDoiYGGgMqqahVlHaPP0hrJDrM1WaAQVyaQLtd_eUYPyLSXX6bcmuBAn8pr40CBRKt-hHl6-jwH1XLo3kwtMVFLfBRcw/s1600-h/moustached+fellow+-+d.a.vid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUF_T1Z-lW6n60gfItX7wWh_q1CpTYWQjf2nPzZFK2JByDoiYGGgMqqahVlHaPP0hrJDrM1WaAQVyaQLtd_eUYPyLSXX6bcmuBAn8pr40CBRKt-hHl6-jwH1XLo3kwtMVFLfBRcw/s400/moustached+fellow+-+d.a.vid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284258622164035730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">A fellow with a moustache</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Clearly I received no motivation from KT. (What a little bitch, that one.) 6 months since my last post. Half a year has gone by! Many animals and insects are birthed/hatched, mature, mate, eat their young, and die in that time span. They live complete, full lives. I've never even eaten any of my young. I've never even had any young! God, what a waste. (And I'm sure we're all tired of reading posts about not posting. How postmodern and boring.) When I turned 23 - an age of which I am no longer - my dad told me he'd already had three kids by the time he reached said birthday. Three little things! Just imagine the additional credit card debt I'd accrue with that financial load. Oh, but I hear they're wonderful. And that everyone should try one - at least once.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Soon after undergrad I decided I didn't want to talk to anyone who was married, had kids, or owned their own home. Honestly, what did we have to discuss? But, realizing how quickly that whittled away at my list of friends and relatives, I eased off. However, the sentiment somewhat remains. So many of my friends, family members, and former classmates are "growing up" and doing the adult thing. They have career jobs and fian</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">c</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">és and</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> fianc</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ées and </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">pre</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">gnancies and health insurance. There's only so deep I can dive into a conversation about mortgages and teething before I realize I won't have enough oxygen in the tank to resurface if I attempt to descend any further. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How long is it acceptable for me to continue to achieve remarkably little? Because, let's be honest, that's what I've done. Thank the angels that I'm still in my twenties. People will forgive you for most things while you're still young. And you've still got a good head of hair. And I know I'm covered at least till 30 (perhaps I can stretch it beyond that - thanks, head of hair). </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- You said what? Oh, but you're young.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- Haven't had your big break yet? You're young. Don't worry. It'll happen. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- You're finished already? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(sigh)</span> You're so young, aren't you.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I bet I can even shoot a couple people in these last few years and avoid any prison time. So I will remember to take advantage of my youth while it is still with me. But at some point there will be a switch <span class="Apple-style-span" style="">from</span> earnest and more than a little adorable <span class="Apple-style-span" style="">to</span> pathetic and more than a little creepy. Mark my words. Taking the 7 train a few stops to the Sunnyside Center Cinema on Christmas Eve to watch Disney's </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Enchanted </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">by yourself, only for the film to be broken and have to walk home - that's sad but kind of cute. Now if I were a 50-year-old? Forget it. Coy glances across a packed subway car. Twenties = Cute! Fifties = Psychopath!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yet all this horse chatter doesn't explain why I haven't updated the blog. I guess there weren't enough things ushering in the end times. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What?!" you say.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Oh, did I miss something?" I say.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"A black man was elected president! What other sign do you need?" you say. "Were you waiting for a GAY black man to rise to the office? An HIV+, gay black man that pissed on the American flag during his acceptance speech at the Republican convention?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Well, I guess not," I say. "But all that seems a bit much."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What does?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Well, it seems a bit much to make your point," I say. "Somewhat belabored. A little too focused on shock value."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"But at least we're talking about it." </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And then you smile. Tenderly I slide my hand under your blouse, and we attempt to make a Hope baby.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That said, I did spend a good portion of the year trying to convince some people that Obama was not the Antichrist, while they tried to convince me he wasn't Jesus Christ. But a true believer remains faithful in the Gospel of Change. Amen and amen. History having won out and the final court cases challenging his birth records dwindling down like the warm, dying embers of a winter's fire, I'm happy to be making my purchase of the </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Penthouse</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Obama commemorative edition. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now what to write about it? Oh, that's right - myself! I'm a little sick. Drinking lots of orange juice. Sucking on some Cold-EEZE (It's homeopathic!) and using my Zicam Gel Swabs (It's homeopathic too! As long as it doesn't </span></span><a href="http://www.usatoday.com/money/industries/health/2007-08-01-zicam_N.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">kill my sense of taste and smell. Uh oh</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">). It's sad when a violent coughing fit is the most exercise I've done in a week. A month. A year. But I should stick around on this earth long enough to get out an ushering-in-the-end-of-the-year-is-ushering-in-the-end-times post. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">No promises though. So mourn me now.</span></span></div></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-57498597839120673332008-06-22T18:00:00.008-04:002008-06-22T23:22:55.454-04:00USHER THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">OMG.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">OMFG.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Why can't David - whoo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ps sorry ;) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">d.a.vid</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> - write anything new? Hons? And don't even getmestarted on the name </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">d.a.vid </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">itself. What is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">that?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Who does he think he is? will.i.am? Like his name can b</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e found anywhere in the celebipedia. Oh and here are some</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><a href="http://www.teenvogue.com/style/market/feature/2008/02/atozspring?slide=24"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">lustalicious rainboots</span></span></span></a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i found at Teen Vogue.</span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQojfLITLjik_f9s5bSfZG9mgSjWeJuoVjRAfpfjsuuOYxmMPxF-YmjzE4n7n2C1uTIRH9rrj5IMWtGuY4aNeZmCen0a6lIaPKFwaXOCH9Z0MX7F7Rpl0PzOhwOOcOfCEef7OoqA/s200/stsl28_atoz0803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214802477124076546" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Totally sidetracked but hons - what takes him sooooooo long? Its not like he's working on the next Harry Potter (Oh! i </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">hope *fingers crossed*</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">there r more. She can't just finish it. That's so brutal to all her fa</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ns - of which i am one. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">JK, u wouldn't abandon a baby would u? Leave it on the dirty</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> mensroom floor?</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">) Maybe he thinks he's gonna win an oscar or teen choice award for his blogging. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well that's superdumb d.a.vid because u can't win either for a blog.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Those award</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">s r for entirely different categories. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So Entirely</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And blogging is no Everest. i'm doing it right now. And i'm only 14. i'm DEF NOT a 30 yr old with a Masters-------and i'm blogging. Succexcellently i might add. (Master of what? That's funny. Would a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">real </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Master be working at a hair salon? Eating at McD's?) And i'll give u mor</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e of what u really want.....</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">GAY CHICKEN VIDEOS</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RR3sGdcK35s&hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RR3sGdcK35s&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Why do "str8" guys do this sorta thing? (The str8 in quotes means i'm skeptical whether there actually str8 - more on that later) Maybe its cuz there so horny and they spend way too much time together. Like if there in sports u know there always in the lockerroom hanging out. Or maybe there all really </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">GAY!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> That'd explain why Brister was such an ass to me at the Holiday Ball and wouldn't even talk to me the entire night. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">EVEN THOUGH HE WAS MY DATE AND MY DAD PAID FOR HIS TICKET </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">AND THE LIMO!!!!!!!!</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Whatever...htf should i know?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">And pics of the Jenner bros</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So much cuter than the Jonas</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> bros who r all like 10 yrs old and dressed by their gay uncle (confession: Joe may be growing on me a teeny bit. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But not if he keeps looking like this!!!!!!!!!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21RXhVGjXqRSjG1dOdpWbU5Ff_bOugidTWdcoz0p7IxfDPMP1HB7LIpkCdAugGGHSkG64u-3VbTaOMDxr23zFhf8cNUAJX47Cr7BnOVxjpkqgtLu63pXLcBOQAtkB5hZL_MRTDA/s200/joe_jonas_080110_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214800838757049346" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">OMG! A fur coat?</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He looks like my mom's friends and i don't crush on MILFs!)</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Anyways...back to the Jenners. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">BRANDON</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMjJFAH-VzhW9YP6YFBUgo0xDBBatyIM-imskjtWF6DkhxtJm7k3VzmFpy90S5WTNGCYxqyevR742Vm6u-9ftGY-OOjL7nUddEOACStgw6lxh5w166QqXq26FI1t9UWSJTLp-Mw/s400/brandon1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214760923149912802" /></span><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNG5pJfLFoUhZ0JNMv-4ufHHmmQ5FjKC9_-kibsK4gzoXBWpVvrDDruVrKYPJkUUnHlLDNpo0AAqLMkm_B6YYwP0OKzq7wi5FrpnfLg-7ZAZ9NGHO6yQ87Ejct20mHKCB6AJQ5Ug/s400/2BRANDON+JENNER.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214760923915467618" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">BRODY!!!!!!!!!</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxDf22RM-eMp_JSucIby_V1xJJtzGOf9Zlka0E0LuuqNPgYAeBLAG3VstL6gmidZNi_IEZKVpfHKTAqw3l6mrLsPoaq38YfYhKtZhsPX4v8TQFnOqaEVA96D9ylGUZHhF8OBQUg/s400/brody-jenner-teen-vogue-young-hollywood-party-Xn0H7c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214760562843731522" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxkLVjVhAxDq10fCBUZD_cXDKXsq5S7sJzZgwb3_QWST9DxXDBkBsjY6HdUvSN-xq4hNssMIz45GOj5twn4XNxfupObzYEtyKx6p4Zb6Mq-eGPaWz9SXQIsuGdJs5Mmadu0eIVQ/s400/brody1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214760566104444866" /></span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoYr-SfjspyzC0YfC3e7CjynYi_PtSEaLPJ9owZ9hxk8epa7-_Jpjb1VQ42J1SZIup3eWFgChpHi1dPpHglk2D5nggHXy_gLVebS_oRwybxEU-lpnScQE0vbK6u3j6XeQA-d77A/s400/1BRODY+JENNER.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214760564079569954" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmvvTenJyzJQpqJ8hSIWofaogLwW_scqiCQ6LpL7zZsFxoGTSDAqHvs75ZC8z7TR5IW3D43vxCyvzjKNdGlg47pI64cesbtlLd5VswMpixWf-GMh5KvVOzIZSxwwJHDGClxT3DQ/s400/brodyjennerHOTT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214762987395344114" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i luv the last one of Brody the absolute best because its a totally fun candid pic like one i'd take with my bests. U know he'd be a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">BLAST</span> to hang out with. Lucky bitch LC. Extra points for the bad boy tat. Click on the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">happy face</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> to go to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Brody's OFFICIAL webpage</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://www.brodyjenner.com/"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafayc8xOzyj6gVU7mbv0I9eqO_yTw7f5dHMJSsV-jUF3-9J1E-hdRzZgYSOP5h8c1gRo2Z79pOjAH3GLiqd93fQI96j6qqd1K7rZC5NEYB_pWjz41EViomPEkCTvUv9hzaQ71eA/s200/150px-Smiley.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214767800519757810" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He's also working on a new TV show called </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Bromance</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. So excited. Contestents get to compete to be one of his bros. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Luv it.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> And i'll def be keeping u posted. (Bromance? Anyone else notice the gay thing again?)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh! Here's something totally different and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">way weird</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. The new </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><a href="http://www.pressdemocrat.com/apps/pbcs.dll/gallery?Avis=SR&Dato=20080620&Kategori=NEWS&Lopenr=60841210&Ref=PH&show=galleries&template=multimedia">WORLD'S UGLIEST DOG</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> has been named. i'm totally serious. And no its not Miley Cyrus. JK! JK! I'm sooooo joking (kind of). The dog is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Gus</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. Here's a pic.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nUia_zPLh4AtVgbSA0DuBUSB8pgHogxCaZ4nAwiYyncjJyVIaaCHOCB7q2DNumuMQFS_xGDJJ59-ZGZcmffpiuUYSdLVFtplfNW7qoC2WOgVFgnaNAZCRtW_6n0CgDaD7qC7HA/s200/bilde.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214770548780640258" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And NO it's not the woman. That's the owner, sillies. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">'m being soooo naughty today ;)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Here's a better pic of Gus - if u'd want a better pic.</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTp3G0CS7EmBEo47TznPi1LMLUbSw3bSc9Z0Z96s7XmiVuRpNdnxIjgAxAjLsGdb2UP9zg6wToFAoF7fj34h-hmvHYCzv5PRAOrRktk8QEolLLxwxuuJngnLt20QZcY5ZbspI8VA/s200/bilde-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214770565197243570" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Doesn't it look like he'd fit really well under a car tire? Now don't go all Tom Cruise on me. i will not be ur Matt Lauer. i'm not saying it should. All i'm saying is that Gus's body looks like its shaped to fit under a tire. That's all. i made a pic to show what i mean.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmvOPNqKKTwvQji_6y12o6VBWyOqOahPgB9SOCBMrePFE4EIG_Du4I3sZ69KkymGqv0RG3m4hkCZTrTMuu_DmRZBgNdOx3XKMacpu0r7mudtkcGaFbo3KPtro6c1s60RuWyE3_w/s400/gus+and+tire.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214780179956445698" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(That took me <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">4EVER</span> to make that pic. Maybe if d.a.vid had more pics like that i'd understand why he never posts. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">BUT HE DOESN'T!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">) So we have a new World's Ugliest Dog. Yeah! And pretty soon we'll have a new president which is almost as exciting. i guess i'd be more excited if i could vote but i'm obviously not old enough. My dad says i should care anyways </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">BUT</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">WHY?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Its not like it effects me. My dad keeps going on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and on</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">and on </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">and on AND ON</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> about how much things cost now and like the price of gas ---- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">which r pretty ridic reasons why he and my mom won't drive me and my bests to the mall.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> So what if gas is like $10 a gallon. i don't drive so its not like i'm paying for it.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Ughh!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Whatever. i guess i should go. Apparently i'm supposed to be watching the new Jonas bros movie and i missed it already on the disney channel </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">AND</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> on ABC. But its showing on ABC family tonite. i promise i'm not really a fan no matter what ur assumptions r (make an ass of u and me. ha) i'd rather listen to Tokyo Police Club or even Lil Wayne's new album. What r u surprised i listen to Lil Wayne? i'm not a ghetto girl by any stretch but i like rap - Kanye is all over my iPod.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well thanks for reading. Tell d.a.vid to write something already. Its been major.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Peace</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Luv</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">& Fun,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">KT</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo</span></div></span></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-58602336373890430362008-05-27T00:44:00.005-04:002008-05-27T03:40:25.515-04:00Busted is ushering in the end times.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiS7c8-Rz4yzOHpsWv04lG9mbkktYMf8YnACRW_Udkkwavvg81JYgAJaUU2J9hFk_Mg8rm0qjxoOsviLpe2N79NW0iVP4b0ahYsv1Gu_FDpZ-R-hYAjuAdqe-33qnVmLhu-AAiQ/s1600-h/d.a.vid-sexy+jump.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiS7c8-Rz4yzOHpsWv04lG9mbkktYMf8YnACRW_Udkkwavvg81JYgAJaUU2J9hFk_Mg8rm0qjxoOsviLpe2N79NW0iVP4b0ahYsv1Gu_FDpZ-R-hYAjuAdqe-33qnVmLhu-AAiQ/s400/d.a.vid-sexy+jump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204893911450955410" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"Sexy d.a.vid Jump" by photographer </span></span><a href="http://www.kubrickdesign.com/nypd002.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sinpu</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> Tokyo</span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So the Fates have conspired together, forcing me to </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cobble together</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> another post. I'm all gimped-out with my foot elevated, rested on pillows like the little princess that it is. Crutches waiting for the call to action</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">. I hurt this foot by doing something real brave and practical, a task representative of pure, unadulterated common sense. Hypothetically, the same injury could have been sustained by sliding on my ass down the handrail at the entrance to the Columbus Circle/Time Warner Center subway station. Quite possibly the resulting fracture would be very similar had I reached a velocity that far surpassed my expectations and the positioning of my dismount focused all my substantial mass at a singular point of impact, which very well could have been my left heel colliding into the concrete step. But let's not deal with "what ifs" and "might have </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">beens</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">." Let's for once address the factual realities with which we are reluctant to engage, to encounter honestly. The truth of the matter is d.a.vid is a Great and Good Man, a marvelous Hero, angelic and empathetic. Whatever he does is done for the Good of Humanity, so do not brazenly question his actions. Doing so will only shrivel your testes and flatten your </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ovies</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And like Ushers says - gotta do it for the ladies and I gotta keep it hood. (I really, really like </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Love In This Club</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">. It's exceptionally dumb, but I close my eyes and sway. I mean - let's be honest - </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">make love?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> "Making love" is not something done in clubs. Hook-ups? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yes.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> Fucking? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yes.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> Slipping </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">roofies</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yes. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Making love. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">No, no, no. </span></span></span><a href="http://www.prefixmag.com/media/usher/love-in-the-club/17100/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">LISTEN RIGHT </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">HURR</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">.</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">) </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">As I hobbled along the subterranean pathways, laughing with my friends as they laughed at me, I spotted a three foot piece of rigid conduit that some union construction worker had fortuitously left behind for this very occasion. And I claimed it as my walking stick. Cane in hand, across the hard floor I moved with somber dignity. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">clank. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Heavy, desperate step. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">clank. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Heavy, desperate step.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">While switching trains at 42</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nd</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> St/Time Square, my elaborate production caught the attention of a group of high school age </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=blipster"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">blipsters</span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">, standing guard over Hip with their skinny jeans and bold, plastic sunglasses.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"Hey! Clap every time he takes a step!"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">clank. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Heavy, desperate step. CLAP! </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">clank. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Heavy, desperate step. CLAP!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And I tried to give them a good show. Letting them know I was in on the joke, fully participatory. Hell - I was the one telling the joke, feeding them the setup. They just beat me to the punch line. I turned and gave the group a double thumbs up and then step-fell down the stairs to the 7.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I only live four blocks away from my subway stop, and I promise that I attempted to walk it. My roommate even volunteered to carry me on her back. Shaking laughter prevented us from an earnest effort, and she's way too cute and petite to be my </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sherpa</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">. So I had to hire one of those ubiquitous Town Cars and pay $6 plus tip to get home.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I didn't go to the doctor. Then I did. Work made me. "I don't mean to be cruel. But what can you do on crutches as a floor manager?" I went to the ER. They took an x-ray. They said it wasn't fractured. Then they said it was. I went back for a follow-up this week. Then they said they weren't sure. As the doctor was sending me on my way, I asked if he wanted to examine the foot itself. Perhaps remove the shoe, socks, and elastic bandage? He said no.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">After all this, I am treating this injury exactly as I would have if I'd never gone to the doctor at all. I even provided my own crutches. (Thank you </span></span><a href="http://newyork.craigslist.org/zip/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Free Stuff</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> section on </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">craigslist and mobile roommate</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">.) But now I get to pay. Pay without health insurance.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I wish I were a kept man.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">In honor of my busted state, I am posting this d-d-d-dope video of Tim </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Fite</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">, a Brooklyn-based rapper/alt-country singer. He's just a little busted too. When I saw him perform at </span></span><a href="http://www.joespub.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Joe's Pub</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> in January, I thought he might be a mite mentally-handicapped. His on-stage movements are somewhat spastic with a lot of stop-and-go, like someone's constantly hitting rewind and fast-forward. (Watch the video. You'll understand.) He gave everyone a vision exam and read us a self-penned picture story with a tapeworm as its protagonist. He also has this reverse rat tale growing at the front of his hairline. Special needs or not, he's excellent and raps about consumerism, racism, war, poverty, other rappers, and dicks. Smart lyrics and memorable hooks. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><a href="http://www.timfite.com/otcc_download.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.timfite.com/otcc_download.html">Download his entire album </a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.timfite.com/otcc_download.html">Over the Counter Culture </a></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.timfite.com/otcc_download.html">for FREE!</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> Or you can find his latest, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Fair Ain't Fair</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">, on </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">iTunes</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/-ApqLm_7IYc" name="movie"><embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/-ApqLm_7IYc"></embed></object></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If I'm busted then I'm in excellent company.</span></span></span><br /></p></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-4512045683382889462008-03-16T18:59:00.015-04:002008-03-16T21:53:25.176-04:00Spring cleaning is ushering in the end times.<span style="font-family:verdana;">So it's not actually Spring, but nevertheless I am changing up a few things here at The Apocalypse. Nothing severe. No major remodeling or amputations. Nothing requiring stitches or a change of breeches. I have, however, added three (Read it: THREE!) new links.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">{ONE}</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm making </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://graememitchell.com/blog/">Graeme Mitchell's blog</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> a permanent feature (until God dictates otherwise), so I can check it easily...from no matter what computer I am using in the WORLD!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now if I only knew how to pronounce that first name.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUQNplhSz8rZy_7f7pigbYoaSdKq8DGviVEEhskLbQSOmhjPOTWZXAIRAwIHCEz7ZNeG2fXNzNwUvpgTOPPR3hqG_KSg7bfmHYg3FtrFk681QuMLaxO4ve9F5OUHG80-Df-VNfw/s1600-h/legs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUQNplhSz8rZy_7f7pigbYoaSdKq8DGviVEEhskLbQSOmhjPOTWZXAIRAwIHCEz7ZNeG2fXNzNwUvpgTOPPR3hqG_KSg7bfmHYg3FtrFk681QuMLaxO4ve9F5OUHG80-Df-VNfw/s400/legs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178504683785725906" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >"Legs" - Graeme Mitchell</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">{TWO}</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.learningtoloveyoumore.com/">Learning to Love You More</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> is a wonderful web-based collaborative assignment by Miranda July, who's very special film is </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ><a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0415978/">Me and You and Everyone We Know</a>,</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> not</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > <a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0443295/">Yours, Mine and Ours</a></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">(learned that the hard way), and Harrell Fletcher. Each task they present requests participation from the online community, participation that requires engagement in the beyond-online world. I was particularly impressed with the manner in which they encouraged readers to spend time with individuals who are dying. I was fearing affected, overly-indulgent photos of the visitor/visited or treacly craft projects masquerading as earnest homages, but it was only a list of names and a few stories. No prize game to impress us all with. Just respect.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm a little late finding this, but it's still a gem, and I thank Ani for directing me to it.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ60Mf6KFjf9zCtz61sn-cvLRI5vrzb1t1QnHBngpfl5wP1giyFPiwY6bnU6l5NSy248TW68FuaE61NG8PgQGUA-3S0URuMcOz65TpYqLA8OWltKkRm9f-QQGVBqvmQ0YaQFx_mQ/s1600-h/Make+a+child%27s+outfit+in+an+adult+size.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ60Mf6KFjf9zCtz61sn-cvLRI5vrzb1t1QnHBngpfl5wP1giyFPiwY6bnU6l5NSy248TW68FuaE61NG8PgQGUA-3S0URuMcOz65TpYqLA8OWltKkRm9f-QQGVBqvmQ0YaQFx_mQ/s400/Make+a+child%27s+outfit+in+an+adult+size.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178506333053167586" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.learningtoloveyoumore.com/reports/1/1.php"><span style="font-size:85%;">Make a child's outfit in an adult size - Wheat Wurtzburger/Anna Kerlin</span></a></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">{THREE}</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The ever-employed Lyndsey has a blog for her mother to read - </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.lgoode.blogspot.com/">It's Always Something</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> - but I'm going to snoop.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">On a sadder note, I am removing the </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.sonyclassics.com/vivapedro/">Viva Pedro</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> link until further notice. Of course my opinion of the filmmaker has not changed - he's absolutely God-kissed - but the showings are over, and now our only option to catch the series is by purchasing the pricey boxed set. </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Viva-Pedro-Almodovar-Collection-Education/dp/B000EAT24G/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1205713724&sr=8-1">HERE.</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://video.barnesandnoble.com/DVD/Viva-Pedro-The-Almod-var-Collection/Pedro-Almod-var/e/043396143647/?itm=1">HERE.</a> <a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=8397483">NOT HERE.</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.deepdiscount.com/viewproduct.htm?productId=7474225">HERE.</a>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-6610991761421868652008-03-14T08:21:00.011-04:002008-03-14T10:41:20.639-04:00It's those little New City moments that are ushering in the end times.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZngGX8J9ea6w7YoR3g70G1bpbsJB-BKJ4I2c87uNATxj1M-5x6EiWjzPyDTWFddhEsTpbf3txnUYtAr3z0o3kdujtjLyfhR1MejN6leXKqMVgXfDauD6r-QvBEwlDgobq0tPmpw/s1600-h/classy_lady_and_man_feb08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZngGX8J9ea6w7YoR3g70G1bpbsJB-BKJ4I2c87uNATxj1M-5x6EiWjzPyDTWFddhEsTpbf3txnUYtAr3z0o3kdujtjLyfhR1MejN6leXKqMVgXfDauD6r-QvBEwlDgobq0tPmpw/s400/classy_lady_and_man_feb08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177576549942994786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"classy lady </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">and man - feb 08" by the fantastic <a href="http://www.graememitchell.com/">Graeme Mitchell</a></span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There are many reasons why I love this city. This is one of them:<br /><br />Last week, while acting the part of Receptionist #1 at the Hiro Haraguchi Hair Salon, a client approached the desk. She was very well put-together and well-preserved with an impressive, rat</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">her bodiful coiffure to match her impressive and rather bodiful fur coat. She wore a pair of sunglasses with cold, silver frames - not the head-swallowing dinner plate variety so popular with sluts nowadays but something more akin to Aviators. After paying with her AmEx (becau</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">se who doesn't pay with their AmEx in New City?) and returning</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> her wallet to her purse, she faced me and, almost apologetically, she sai</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">d, "I'm going to ask you an</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> insane question."<br /><br />"OK," I thought and said out loud.<br /><br />"I just had my eyes done, and I'm going out to dinner tonight with my daughter and her fiance. I need to know which pair of sunglasses I can wear...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />to a restaurant...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />for dinner...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">at night."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I then closed my eyes, thanking God for this city.<br /><br />"These? I just picked them up from Prada. Or..."<br /><br />And she removed the current pair, </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">allowing me to briefly view the bruising which followed the natural lower curve of the eye socket - purple, blue, and red blots, like a toddler playing with markers.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />"These? I can't remember where these are from."<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">She replaced the sunglasses with another pair, a throwback to the 50s. Unl</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ike Prada's hard lines, these were a bit playful, translucent with a pinkish, skin-toned hue.<br /><br />Now, let's be honest. They were both sunglasses. No one would mist</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ake them for anything else. She knew that. I knew that. What we needed to do was choose the pair that didn't shout the fact so damn loudly. And so I directed her to the latter option, praising their subtle qualities, attempting to instill in her the confidence she would later need that evening as she stepped from her</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> elegant, chauffeured ride into the elegant, impossible-to-book restaurant past the elegant, impossible-to-please fellow patrons in her furs a</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">nd sunglasses. Which she will not remove for the entire meal.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />P.S.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Here are a few more selections from <a href="http://graememitchell.com/blog/category/nyc-journal">Graeme Mitchell's NYC Journal series</a>. The subject matter is not new. The streets of New City have been covered many</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> times over by numerous photographers, including <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walker_Evans">Walker Evans</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diane_Arbus">Diane Arbus</a>, daughter <a href="http://www.amyarbus.com/">Amy</a>, and many other masters of the genre, but Mitchell's execution, especially when studying people, is faster-paced and seems to play with the unseen</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> more, allowing for/encouraging confusion and mystery.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRfiC7bV2aruFyZE0gbClWfusde7DCCEhTwko_QqWar7qX_ZpoZMJJZyailE5XfyCsz0_dKzQgk3UYdMDawU5WCHVP4wltSKbbfeeCpsEpwSD_yqi_hwGd1KAfc7R_mBxnsaH-LQ/s1600-h/girl_being_carried.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRfiC7bV2aruFyZE0gbClWfusde7DCCEhTwko_QqWar7qX_ZpoZMJJZyailE5XfyCsz0_dKzQgk3UYdMDawU5WCHVP4wltSKbbfeeCpsEpwSD_yqi_hwGd1KAfc7R_mBxnsaH-LQ/s320/girl_being_carried.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177592089134671794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfftOvXqSG50nlnpe-i76ura37eNzJkg7W_07EwnYqWpbpjdZsJnIgb8pVv0hye9iuuFnaiDetJIPctXVXSnf8nm41Sd2hVSJzsSF4cPQ1iZLYWW7JaUF9-NYXm3a-F0FuP64phA/s1600-h/boy_on_train_jan08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfftOvXqSG50nlnpe-i76ura37eNzJkg7W_07EwnYqWpbpjdZsJnIgb8pVv0hye9iuuFnaiDetJIPctXVXSnf8nm41Sd2hVSJzsSF4cPQ1iZLYWW7JaUF9-NYXm3a-F0FuP64phA/s320/boy_on_train_jan08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177591298860689298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"girl being carried"/"boy on train - jan 08"</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTwWsHJJDu8mYHOx_RNbbyCy9mlBSKiqdlni_gGNNbieziiQVvlA8efTkqiJuYrUie5h7IZWK1M6yfIzN5Y2HEczbcVuSVsiVo03zYCSG8EruWToyRQ6j42eCGtzmeJlxpYSVpQ/s1600-h/mans_back_oct07.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTwWsHJJDu8mYHOx_RNbbyCy9mlBSKiqdlni_gGNNbieziiQVvlA8efTkqiJuYrUie5h7IZWK1M6yfIzN5Y2HEczbcVuSVsiVo03zYCSG8EruWToyRQ6j42eCGtzmeJlxpYSVpQ/s320/mans_back_oct07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177590160694355842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizknTFxzeL3MuQ4x9YWOlYQkSBytXR6I0T1ot2Q1oEg8wR0VXZ9aQEvddeTIXFgfiVwG3hKbqnWnSpKbawdZ_uNmZd3Gqj8wfvLZrmUf1UMrS5_EKGh5sBlmEa_9PJ9mfECn-o4A/s1600-h/garbage_can_mar08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizknTFxzeL3MuQ4x9YWOlYQkSBytXR6I0T1ot2Q1oEg8wR0VXZ9aQEvddeTIXFgfiVwG3hKbqnWnSpKbawdZ_uNmZd3Gqj8wfvLZrmUf1UMrS5_EKGh5sBlmEa_9PJ9mfECn-o4A/s320/garbage_can_mar08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177589937356056434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"man's back - oct 07"/"garbage can - mar 08"</span><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHex4sIL_IMJJP5510V2w6axBaxDym6SQ0fgqpLE-UE_XlM_spfY-RXQwFTfXsT7jejoGf2rKY9fk4ElZQDJVSQiqGvT5100VlBWmzlF2xe08MenC3nKnpKPpH6U1StL_HV7j8A/s1600-h/street_light_feb08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHex4sIL_IMJJP5510V2w6axBaxDym6SQ0fgqpLE-UE_XlM_spfY-RXQwFTfXsT7jejoGf2rKY9fk4ElZQDJVSQiqGvT5100VlBWmzlF2xe08MenC3nKnpKPpH6U1StL_HV7j8A/s320/street_light_feb08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177591848616503202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"street light - feb 08"</span></span>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-84298201392654103712008-03-12T00:50:00.013-04:002008-03-16T21:43:46.931-04:00Two things to do before the world ends<span style="font-family:verdana;">{ONE}<br />A Saturday or two back I was walking up Orchard around 4 AM after a solid night of dance-dance-dancing, and I saw a storefront window that read "ABSOLUT MACHINES." Intrigued and hungry, I clippity-clapped over to the door and recognized right away that, whatever it was, its hours were suspiciously gallery-like. So I clippity-clapped over to <a href="http://www.veselka.com/">Veselka</a> to eat a little chili. And did nothing with this spark of interest for hours.<br /><br />Rested and belly full in Queens, I tracked down said machines at <a href="http://www.absolut.com/absolutmachines">absolut.com/absolutmachines</a> and created the below musical composition with Absolut Quartet.<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xov5PrXjCLo&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xov5PrXjCLo&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Ha! I kind of just lied to you. Didn't create it per se. By playing a simplified keyboard at the website, you feed a magical code to the machine in Manhattan, and it, in return, composes a piece based on the theme you introduced using percussive instruments, a marimba, rubber balls, and wine glasses. (Sounds l</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ike someone's going to get an STD!) It's spectacularly exciting. Better than the Absolut Choir, which is robotic voices and no rubber balls. But Absolut Choir did allow me make a collection of blocky figures in Sweden sing "George W is god" and "Bush is Lord" in repetition. Both machines are part of a project Absolut developed with tech magicians under the heading: In an Absolut world, would machines be creative?<br /><br />On Tuesday I stopped by the installation with Joy and Ben and was able to interact with it live. Below is the video of me dancing to one of my pieces. It really gets off-the-hook around 1:35. If I look a little awkward, it's because the machine didn't give me much percussion during my song...and because I'm awkward. Added bonus: my hand-in-coat-pocket dancing is really just me flashing elementary age children.<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GiTcYQacDHs&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GiTcYQacDHs&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />If you're in NYC, visit the installation. And bring your wide-eyed eyes. If you're not in NYC, then why aren't you? But if, for whatever reason, you currently are not blossoming in the New City, visit the website. It's a like playing God, manipulating something from miles a</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">nd miles away. Sometimes Good results. Sometimes Evil.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.absolut.com/absolutmachines">Absolut Machines</a></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.absolut.com/absolutmachines">186 Orchard St</a></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.absolut.com/absolutmachines">Tues - Thur, Sun; 1 PM - 7 PM</a></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.absolut.com/absolutmachines">Fri - Sat; 1 PM - 9 PM</a></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />{TWO}<br />Also currently accessible in New City is Michel Gondry's <span style="font-style: italic;">Be Kind Rewind</span> installation at the Deitch Projects' Wooster location. Like <span style="font-style: italic;">The Science of Sleep</span> before it, Gondry has created an interactive exhibition in conjunction with Deitch based on his current <a href="http://www.bekindmovie.com/">film</a>. But this time it's better because within 2 1/2 hours you and your less attractive friends can</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> create an amateur movie in the spirit of his own. The space is filled with multiple sets that can be altered to show daytime/nighttime or city/country surroundings. With the provided props and the low-tech/no-tech visual wizardry Gondry is known for, you can put together a sloppy masterpiece, decorate the VHS tape display case, and leave it in the video store for others to watch in the in-house theater. (Avoid the selection with Sophia or Sofia in the title. Something about a mother/daughter or lesbian couple - hard to tell - with a fortune teller and a train.)<br /><br />Although all the group slots for filming are reserved through the entire run, most of these are open groups - meaning they will take additional participants. So contact Deitch to add your name, and, while making a fantastic, poorly-edited home video, you'll also be making some new, less attractive friends. Nice.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deitch.com/projects/sub.php?projId=231&orient=v"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78P5o3zM9zpbqHifT-XFCkwo7hOY7Ia-doWGdOpso68VStfBTd0mmK7aU0-IJtf6PBufhi1-Seqco93gfEvDmfqeIWpk71IqrTX3vCpobDeOYJx771gDTcGE1ja1Os_WqFaXfVg/s400/bekind_poster_feat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176746745081538386" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.deitch.com/projects/sub.php?projId=231&orient=v"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.deitch.com/projects/sub.php?projId=231&orient=v"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Be Kind Rewind (thru Mar 22)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">D<span style="font-family:verdana;">eitch Projects</span></span><br /></a><a href="http://www.deitch.com/projects/sub.php?projId=231&orient=v"><strong style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;">18 Wooster Street</strong></a><a href="http://www.deitch.com/projects/sub.php?projId=231&orient=v"><br /></a><a href="http://www.deitch.com/projects/sub.php?projId=231&orient=v"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tues - Sat; 12PM - 6PM</span></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-90359565833316220682008-02-25T22:15:00.006-05:002008-02-26T01:51:28.069-05:00Slower-than-molasses advancements are ushering in the end times.<span style="font-family:verdana;">OK, OK - so I move with the breathtaking speed of Angela Lansbury underwater and my progress in general doesn't speak well of my get-up-and-go, but here they are - The Chosen Headshots, as chosen by myself and <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> (you being the convenient pronoun since it can be either singular or plural). See, you did accomplish something in 2007. There was no need to take it out on your wife.<br /><br />So thank you for voting. I did take your input into (and out of) consideration. Now comes the easy part, where casting directors stumble across my blog, fall in love with my approachable gourgeousness, and offer me a role in <span style="font-style: italic;">The Hottie and the Nottie 2: Not Without My Lip Gloss, You Fuckin' Bastard!<br /><br /></span><span>Wish me luck.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE COMMERCIAL LOOK<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKDMh7G3j60H8HQgXxw5N2Mo2nMfY76akgNtj8FQ7ccVGMI97cAyVr80uU4ikR5gxcRjwChjt5DuIuMr9u43IoKJRbEXDZ0RGi32k-keVzeUEtQetm81NKIzgSzeO5Och6nAa6Q/s1600-h/Speer_David.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKDMh7G3j60H8HQgXxw5N2Mo2nMfY76akgNtj8FQ7ccVGMI97cAyVr80uU4ikR5gxcRjwChjt5DuIuMr9u43IoKJRbEXDZ0RGi32k-keVzeUEtQetm81NKIzgSzeO5Och6nAa6Q/s400/Speer_David.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171159575487503122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >THE LEGIT LOOK<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGru46_yYS9Zk-42So5WuaIa7VfA5LMFNOVplxQzHOm7JgCYNNezwbIICAafmOwjlE4Lw9mZM9aLs-KWWTM77innYJCiLOJx2nhv14vlsssCnQchFtRPeyKRabos7M0pHJdSBMjw/s1600-h/Speer_David_Vertical.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGru46_yYS9Zk-42So5WuaIa7VfA5LMFNOVplxQzHOm7JgCYNNezwbIICAafmOwjlE4Lw9mZM9aLs-KWWTM77innYJCiLOJx2nhv14vlsssCnQchFtRPeyKRabos7M0pHJdSBMjw/s400/Speer_David_Vertical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171161783100693282" border="0" /></a><br /></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-9805871249822313732008-02-20T07:55:00.003-05:002008-02-20T08:04:58.859-05:00Puppet Sketch is ushering in the end times.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/YK70BN_-W4w" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/YK70BN_-W4w" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p><p style="font-family:verdana;">I have a friend - a <span style="font-style: italic;">wonderful</span> friend - who created a puppet video with his friends - with his <span style="font-style: italic;">wonderful</span> friends - and it is fairly awesome, more or less fantastic, and sad (which you know I love). The premise alone is enough to justify the youtube admission price: two gloriously oblivious but happy puppets working a suicide hotline.</p><p style="font-family: verdana;">Enjoy.<br /></p></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-91326841985279984892008-02-04T15:51:00.001-05:002008-02-06T08:58:42.788-05:00Untitled Glasses Project is ushering in the end times.<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Centuries back I went to see <span style="font-style: italic;">The Nightmare Before Christmas</span> in 3D. It was actually my first ever viewing of the film. That third dimension seemed more of a distraction than an integral part of the movie, but the glasses were fantastic - thick-framed, high-quality plastic, unbelievably sexy. So I popped out the lenses and donned the frames for a couple of days. Just like the time I found old sunglasses outside of the bakery's dumpster during undergrad and wore the frames for a good month, much to the dismay of close friend Ginger. I am a little predictable.<br /><br />However, this time I went one step further and forced everyone I work with to wear them too, including a few boyfriends (of coworkers, not mine - I only date kittens).<br /><br />Ladies and gentles, here is Untitled Glasses Project.<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Vppdr_eJnQ9Vbmk3U2zOuxcAfJ9DW5Jd-GknFUDgsU0oWrFceWGzEoC_YsgsiBZePSnhARVLIZ2V3gpcBRufAIgNhEzAtrqhSEgU9Mgee5L9GI39tB7UWK3ypDqPy9OAgSWy6w/s1600-h/alaa.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Vppdr_eJnQ9Vbmk3U2zOuxcAfJ9DW5Jd-GknFUDgsU0oWrFceWGzEoC_YsgsiBZePSnhARVLIZ2V3gpcBRufAIgNhEzAtrqhSEgU9Mgee5L9GI39tB7UWK3ypDqPy9OAgSWy6w/s200/alaa.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163236909735232210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3C8Aj-iULbPHnrqBPRipY19pQ9Ujp3fzOQh1H0xw-UYcu-rTnjawzSWopjQJ1q9EQTC8t0cXlRHRIWaX23Od9taQz93odJu7XA8Y5vOd2-PWEEQIbRUYFYhuEH177nGj6JOIWJA/s200/zane.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163233362092245250" border="0" /></a>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-67356431006406814792007-11-19T11:59:00.000-05:002007-11-19T22:48:56.690-05:00Glorious hair is ushering in the end times.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVCeHcQ9ygjt_MP3_zdWWwbmXwM6BbUyLgrzgjNW2dMuJBFpAfrqgbwwQgQnVeGjVGuTmWQS5rxSKumOIi437-XYjx9EJgvOkchP0oxsqtklhlMXVeCOW8XvlvfPBiFNDz-BoqA/s1600-h/d.a.vid+-+hair+3.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVCeHcQ9ygjt_MP3_zdWWwbmXwM6BbUyLgrzgjNW2dMuJBFpAfrqgbwwQgQnVeGjVGuTmWQS5rxSKumOIi437-XYjx9EJgvOkchP0oxsqtklhlMXVeCOW8XvlvfPBiFNDz-BoqA/s400/d.a.vid+-+hair+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134606381535455266" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I spent one summer in Abilene, Texas between my junior and senior years of college. Each day I worked at a bakery from 5 am to noon. After work I would run the perimeter of campus in the midday sun, fall asleep on my living room floor for an hour or two and the</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">n attend rehearsals for </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >The Tempest </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">until 11 pm. On the Fourth of July I took my truck out on the Loop to fill up with gas, and at a convenience store I came across the local crowd preparing for the community fireworks display.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjQLmDhfefw644hvwj6N137Ymxw5Jtmx-f8uVQgTgnO5vv4cOqop0r7eYMmHzciporsSJkV6BmN8ZjuWyAALUBCkTFdzG-osOFPfRQB5JzMuFrRNWsIRtb95Lxf8V3L2HIcKqIw/s1600-h/d.a.vid-hair+1.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjQLmDhfefw644hvwj6N137Ymxw5Jtmx-f8uVQgTgnO5vv4cOqop0r7eYMmHzciporsSJkV6BmN8ZjuWyAALUBCkTFdzG-osOFPfRQB5JzMuFrRNWsIRtb95Lxf8V3L2HIcKqIw/s400/d.a.vid-hair+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134607545471592514" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Never before had I seen such a rich and varied display of mullets, and I had lived almost my entire life in rural Texas. Long singular streams, practically rat-tails. Short explosive curls. Demure waves appearing from beneath the backwards-turned baseball cap. Men and women. In all the hues that one can buy in a box at the grocery store. It's not my intention to label all West Texans as the mullet-sporting type, but, on this day at the early evening hour, they were out in force buying 12-packs and bags</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> of ice for their coolers and Smarties for their little ones. Perhaps mullet wearers acutely feel the call of fireworks and tailgating. Perhaps the extended locks of hair act as highly-evolved antennae for patriotism. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Of such things, I do not have knowledge. I am not an initiate. In grad school I did try to simultaneously sport a fauxhawk and faux mullet (<span style="font-style: italic;">fauxlet</span>). But both were half-hearted attempts, even by faux standards.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWhpklXChOZP1qBtTwfAzmeG5byV44wYFlduKT77VCa-yjD6oUFNv-2lII5invFI9b_7-tyaHAMEUt9D4aQnnyN2DbQg19talkO5psX5pJAkj7WCSQcu5h-UAa2NzGkRx0vOw-Q/s1600-h/d.a.vid+-+hair+2.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWhpklXChOZP1qBtTwfAzmeG5byV44wYFlduKT77VCa-yjD6oUFNv-2lII5invFI9b_7-tyaHAMEUt9D4aQnnyN2DbQg19talkO5psX5pJAkj7WCSQcu5h-UAa2NzGkRx0vOw-Q/s400/d.a.vid+-+hair+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134606819622119474" border="0" /></a><br /></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-39764315431173936462007-10-11T19:39:00.000-04:002007-11-19T11:57:16.785-05:00Mixed bathing is ushering in the end times.<div align="center"><a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120600494833756242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBF3P8dM0X_Ts2zdZQVWpLJR5CAXiE2UOhr_zaUUEPupPS-G_rfJIc-s9-RE6oY5YcAh6GmK_6xyfAz7dFob1nIbdPH4-3PC8VKJ-i1r3e7qw12P5PeXB9HCwgPyAVAAet2wq-w/s400/mixed+bathing.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.gallowglass.org/jadwiga/pictures/bohemia/bathkeepers.html"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Bathers from Wenceslaus Bible</span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://www.acuoptimist.com/home/index.cfm?event=displayArticle&ustory_id=821ba98e-5a2c-4836-8633-144193ebcfda"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" >Pool gives students a mixed choice.</span></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And with this, the gates of hell opened wide.</span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-79037993687231608652007-08-29T02:32:00.000-04:002007-08-29T04:32:02.222-04:00The Destroyer of Bed-Stuy is ushering in the end times.<p></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>CONTENT ADVISORY: Please be advised that this video is of a very graphic nature. You should not view it if you are pregnant, think you may be pregnant, have liver disease, are in the advanced stages of HIV, or are a pre-op transsexual.</em> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">This frightening footage was provided to me by Woman as evidence that indeed the Apocalypse is upon us. It is worth noting that the disturbing attack occurred on the one-year anniversary of this very blog. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dear readers, keep wearing those clean undies because you never know when it's going to happen.</span><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzvWjB8OdkU"><br /><br /> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzvWjB8OdkU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed> </object></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">My heart goes out to the families of all the individuals lost during</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;">Tuesday's noon massacre. A neighborhood-wide block party will be held this Saturday from 10:00 am to 4:00 pm to raise money in order to provide assistance with the funeral costs. There will be streetball, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXeaG3x7WWY&mode=related&search=">a "Walk It Out" contest</a>, food vendors, choirs from various local churches, alcohol from various local liquor stores, curious but intimidated hipsters watching from 2nd-story apartment windows, grown men on tiny bikes, appearances by some of your favorite loiterers, a mobile police unit, and a 15% discount off all merchandise at Fat Albert's.</span></p>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-14245420347538715022007-08-29T01:29:00.000-04:002007-08-29T01:50:36.103-04:00Happy Birthdays are ushering in the end times.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3AfWxAYRo1T7GEjAfhZnXOlc8w-tF3cNslNg9tGmq6CS9HEVEQ91t4Ys0AFpReynwsYE9qnZan0Z_lonImFzkIqptUWcs6T_KLmJ1l8dSQyOZgcm7vvJIaSU1V0HbOpmBGAilRg/s1600-h/our_lady_of_the_apocalypse+-+Fr.+William+McNichols.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103995771605967522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3AfWxAYRo1T7GEjAfhZnXOlc8w-tF3cNslNg9tGmq6CS9HEVEQ91t4Ys0AFpReynwsYE9qnZan0Z_lonImFzkIqptUWcs6T_KLmJ1l8dSQyOZgcm7vvJIaSU1V0HbOpmBGAilRg/s400/our_lady_of_the_apocalypse+-+Fr.+William+McNichols.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://puffin.creighton.edu/jesuit/andre/lady_apocalypse.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Our Lady of the Apocalypse</span></a> </div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-3805889893653138842007-08-25T02:49:00.001-04:002007-08-25T06:42:26.528-04:00Exposed brick walls are ushering in the end times.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlzhXIAXn3Jvtfiw__HCvrae4FqrxLK3lBUhYILSuxSRbiYU7Q4Wc_AIubdAIif6vLt655rdyrXRJZSDl2jllvQtAl-VjgW6yOA0-LYkshp8nCF7iPf1beTqJDTvMEnsf-SaXDA/s1600-h/d.a.vid+-+exposed+brick+wall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102555626121945714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlzhXIAXn3Jvtfiw__HCvrae4FqrxLK3lBUhYILSuxSRbiYU7Q4Wc_AIubdAIif6vLt655rdyrXRJZSDl2jllvQtAl-VjgW6yOA0-LYkshp8nCF7iPf1beTqJDTvMEnsf-SaXDA/s400/d.a.vid+-+exposed+brick+wall.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I became unemployed on August 3. Since then, with the exception of my week-long trip back to Texas/Kansas, I have been trolling for apartments here in "New City" (coined by my three-year-old niece). I'm tired. I'm discouraged. And my pits are sweaty. I can't handle another complicated train ride out to _____ Heights (fill in the blank with all the options) only to find that the apartment's bedrooms are railroad, something omitted in the ad. <em>Thank you, but I'll pass on roommates sneaking through my bedroom for a midnight bathroom run.</em> Or that as of now there aren't floors or walls. Or that the apartment doesn't have heat, and the current tenants had to deal with leaking holes in the ceiling and no hot water for three months. I've even resorted to walking up and down, around and about neighborhoods we actually like (and just might be able to afford), calling the numbers listed on For Rent signs and stopping at apartment buildings to see if they have availability. My six hour stroll through <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Woodside</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sunnyside</span> in Queens may have shaped my calves but added nothing productive to the hunt.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">See, last year we did a stink job of finding a place. We entered into the apartment search with two non-negotiable criteria: </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">a neighborhood in which Little V felt safe, and t</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hree</span> bedrooms roughly the same size.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">We failed meeting both. Little V can't make it to our place in Bed Sty without receiving the special attention that only strangers know how to lavish on young women. And Little V beds each night in a storage closet with a window. Funny thing is, it was Little V and I who decided on the place. We saw the exposed brick walls, and our bodies went limp.* </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">We're really trying to be smarter this time around but know very well that we will not find the ideal. I had to inform my incredulous mother a few times that almost nothing we can afford will have air-conditioning. "Nothing?" "No. Put air-conditioning out of your head. Banish it!" In the end it will come down to what we're willing to give up. Quality neighborhood? Closets? Convenient subway? Late-night chicken joint?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">"I've Been in the New City Real Estate Trenches" List</span></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">1) Want fictional neighborhoods? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Craigslist</span> has them. <em>East <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Williamsburg</span> - </em>the less threatening name for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bushwick</span> and/or Bed Sty. <em>Upper West Side/Washington Heights. </em>What? Where did Harlem and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Morningside</span> Heights disappear to? And <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Bushiburg</span>?!?</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">2) <em>Blocks from the train. </em>How about 30. <em>Close to all transportation. </em>Close to nothing. In addition, a <em>7 minute walk to the subway </em>is never 7 minutes. And that 15 minute commute into Manhattan? Dump that in the same <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">rubbage</span> bin where you abandoned Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy, and the American Dream.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">3) <em>Up-and-coming neighborhood</em>. You will be part of the initial wave in the gentrification process, so prepare to deal without a Starbucks until the second round of white settlers move in.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">4) Brokers! Brokers! Brokers!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">"Look at this view." <em>I'm staring at the back of a warehouse wall.</em> "You can see the Empire State Building from here!" </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><em>Leaning. Leaning further out. Straining to see around the bulky, elevated subway platform. Leaning. Leaning... </em>"And the garden's right below." <em>The weed patch and chain-link fence.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">"The neighborhood has everything."<em> Not true. </em>"Grocery stores."<em> Shady bodegas that only sell <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Doritos</span>, soda, and liquor.</em> "The most beautiful park." <em>Yes. Half-a-mile away.</em> "Restaurants." <em>Pizza and Chinese you order through a hole in the protective glass window separating the customers from the employees.</em></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">"Do you all have jobs? Look at this. Brand new! No one's used this stove top. No one's used the oven. You will be the first. You'll be the first to turn on the gas, place your head into its womb and end it all! Look at these ceilings! You could store a giraffe in here! A giraffe and it's mother! Is everyone employed? Why would you want a living room? You each have beautiful bedrooms. 1, 2, 3 beautiful bedrooms. You just eat in there. Close the door. It's your own. Yes, the bathroom's small, but all you need to do is get in and get out. Do you want a closet? I'll build you a closet. Oh, you want a door? I'll build you a door. I will make it out of dirt and spit. It will be ready by tomorrow. How many of you are there? Does everyone have a job?"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">5) A liquor store must always been accompanied by a church and vice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">versa</span>.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">6) And, most importantly, if you're walking down the street on your way to an open house and you think to yourself, "Now, this is a cute block," don't worry - your apartment will not be on this block. It will be on the next block over. The one with the dilapidated row of disgruntled brownstones and apartment complexes with dime bags on the ground in front and entry doors with the street number spray-painted on them. (The same applies for apartment buildings. The cuter the building is, the more likely it will not be the one where your future hovel will be found.)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">*Regarding those exposed brick walls, the mortar slowly and continually crumbles off onto our appliances, window sills, and floor. Even after we demanded that a second coat of shiny something be applied, the Great Shedding continues. At night I can listen to the tiny cement bits say goodbye to their loved ones and jump from the brick ledges, fatally landing on boxes and plastic bags far below.</span></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-20577968006696383082007-08-19T02:24:00.001-04:002008-02-25T22:13:11.789-05:00New headshots are ushering in the end times.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSF8fEMD9uG4siKY3X6VmG0XpH0XeKMLAPJwvKQdfLC1YIMMsMs45iMs3NYcbLZaV8YMvJVxV8mKGAieazMgJ2yta-KltegbVS_cWL3B7iqsB53g1Ve_j1QviAi3hrI-oLSGuRAg/s1600-h/_C5J0806.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSF8fEMD9uG4siKY3X6VmG0XpH0XeKMLAPJwvKQdfLC1YIMMsMs45iMs3NYcbLZaV8YMvJVxV8mKGAieazMgJ2yta-KltegbVS_cWL3B7iqsB53g1Ve_j1QviAi3hrI-oLSGuRAg/s400/_C5J0806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100316101324792402" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >After intensive elective surgery and colorization.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpIw0allgxlC1v1CZ-7VywCG7sh-OoqpfxJbZpnaujyUxuWzekTbGoloNFoGWUpkwgwiK5qCDv-o3Wo-GB0BSCDKnzYLnRpcKu9KyeSn4ePwFEVgySxvQKjZfmlikts61KMrQWUg/s1600-h/David_Speer_-_Headshot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpIw0allgxlC1v1CZ-7VywCG7sh-OoqpfxJbZpnaujyUxuWzekTbGoloNFoGWUpkwgwiK5qCDv-o3Wo-GB0BSCDKnzYLnRpcKu9KyeSn4ePwFEVgySxvQKjZfmlikts61KMrQWUg/s400/David_Speer_-_Headshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100316174339236450" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Before.</span></span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A wide-eyed innocent poses for the uber-talented Sylvia Renick and marvels at the wondrous instrument she holds in her hands, a magical contraption that can capture his image better than any tintype. This black and white boy knows nothing of the color spectrum and believes that sunshine and happiness grow in gardens alongside rows of bell peppers and okra. In a few months, this boy will somehow convince himself that George W should be reelected.</span></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><em>FLASH! BANG! CHA-CHA-CHA-CHOOEY!</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Three years later I've realized that I had to stop buying relaxed fit jeans, that life takes a little seduction now and then, and that the only headshot I had limited me to playing the role of the 16-year-old preacher's son. Inspired by the teachings of Queen B, I decided to upgrade my headshots in order to give myself a little versatility. Here for your consideration, dear readers (if I haven't already driven all of you away with my glacial posting), are a few results from my sitting with photographer <a href="http://lauraerose.com/">Laura Rose</a>. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Now it's time for reader participation! Kick ass! Vote for your favorites. Help me decide what I should use for my commercial look (casual, open, endearing) and my legit (intriguing, more serious). Also, which shot is the most smug? And which look is most likely to get me into your pants? I'll post the results if anyone actually votes. How cool is that!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Commercial" Look</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >1)</span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUUvowMMijiAkmThruEITepLviAzEE_jxmXkxgKT36f3-H6FXSC_h6xsRPZeLhW51RKzo0O65U84neKAcXrKYPNGmfsoZmT1IJm6qoUzjrjJiBOVvgAescrnZ7xfcdARsqryZDA/s1600-h/_C5J0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100310642421358930" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUUvowMMijiAkmThruEITepLviAzEE_jxmXkxgKT36f3-H6FXSC_h6xsRPZeLhW51RKzo0O65U84neKAcXrKYPNGmfsoZmT1IJm6qoUzjrjJiBOVvgAescrnZ7xfcdARsqryZDA/s320/_C5J0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">2)</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWQhNR7ln3gtaYaxvPNfhriXJK-UilDotSYF8Tl_YlUFHwIkSuUjIBODxPpKRXqMQ_bEo6eDAUBT1xixTPbowWP-cvi6LzjbbmA98NRCyK5Ql6q1s5Gn_mhQ4kDbUobcpP0Pmhg/s1600-h/_C5J0263.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100309027513655522" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWQhNR7ln3gtaYaxvPNfhriXJK-UilDotSYF8Tl_YlUFHwIkSuUjIBODxPpKRXqMQ_bEo6eDAUBT1xixTPbowWP-cvi6LzjbbmA98NRCyK5Ql6q1s5Gn_mhQ4kDbUobcpP0Pmhg/s320/_C5J0263.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">3) WINNER (see February 25th entry)</span></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >4)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUOgNGG55P396B50zekgVwt6ZDZulRfzGz82w9r80AUqH0HuWNBVMtA5xZ9Jnryz9xF62BXbeU-yWQ2WJyFlofmrPRNRsWJs0vxhPFikAZF9ctajFY4Xzuk-pXEaenol0wJ-uRKQ/s1600-h/_C5J1725.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100309620219142418" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUOgNGG55P396B50zekgVwt6ZDZulRfzGz82w9r80AUqH0HuWNBVMtA5xZ9Jnryz9xF62BXbeU-yWQ2WJyFlofmrPRNRsWJs0vxhPFikAZF9ctajFY4Xzuk-pXEaenol0wJ-uRKQ/s320/_C5J1725.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >5)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jNKKon2v85PJnm_jW4tKJUYRsblDCddF40-Ci-96jfZ005QAbEVMaXEWzVMXH2r335NqgkE9gJEFFLIdQlMmokOxZ4fjE-aBF6hWizWZ1Ql3aSxqGA1EJLZKC1jczThzSntw1w/s1600-h/_C5J1122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100309461305352450" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jNKKon2v85PJnm_jW4tKJUYRsblDCddF40-Ci-96jfZ005QAbEVMaXEWzVMXH2r335NqgkE9gJEFFLIdQlMmokOxZ4fjE-aBF6hWizWZ1Ql3aSxqGA1EJLZKC1jczThzSntw1w/s320/_C5J1122.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">6)</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDdj8kiVNw0ZwKmG2SLB7Ax6SpxCgFLTCSjq08AqLlZw0pRpooXfTqXQtbrLdMmjEfEOw7M8rKHRcr5l1Co0qJxHHx0hVUSibxXF-evdT99V_nESaP-drfxlRUMbNgZTE1UhQY8Q/s1600-h/_C5J1852.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100310088370577730" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDdj8kiVNw0ZwKmG2SLB7Ax6SpxCgFLTCSjq08AqLlZw0pRpooXfTqXQtbrLdMmjEfEOw7M8rKHRcr5l1Co0qJxHHx0hVUSibxXF-evdT99V_nESaP-drfxlRUMbNgZTE1UhQY8Q/s320/_C5J1852.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkfFYVZMP10Sc0yz_-s-OqHfqe8BxSithV6LKBkcySqTRUd8F93CwQnoIlgAX1XbejekLc5AWeXxocIbyT2uDMxeRCChFUcUQkQRoyveeRNxIhTttCJ5fT0nSHURKBeNMEeyYPw/s1600-h/_C5J1763.jpg"> </a><span style="font-weight: bold;">7)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkfFYVZMP10Sc0yz_-s-OqHfqe8BxSithV6LKBkcySqTRUd8F93CwQnoIlgAX1XbejekLc5AWeXxocIbyT2uDMxeRCChFUcUQkQRoyveeRNxIhTttCJ5fT0nSHURKBeNMEeyYPw/s1600-h/_C5J1763.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100309830672539938" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkfFYVZMP10Sc0yz_-s-OqHfqe8BxSithV6LKBkcySqTRUd8F93CwQnoIlgAX1XbejekLc5AWeXxocIbyT2uDMxeRCChFUcUQkQRoyveeRNxIhTttCJ5fT0nSHURKBeNMEeyYPw/s320/_C5J1763.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmoC5Hi0OMIExz-j4yuMYdYFH9QOsGEWsK5zGEgMCB-wBB44ABGz0nxLbyn82zqoWL6BJXZ-CVzwh0RkSBMlQIAQS0OIdISk_gSKIOO-_yjCTy8G0aMzriOy028w390m-l_t1DA/s1600-h/_C5J0149.jpg"> </a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmoC5Hi0OMIExz-j4yuMYdYFH9QOsGEWsK5zGEgMCB-wBB44ABGz0nxLbyn82zqoWL6BJXZ-CVzwh0RkSBMlQIAQS0OIdISk_gSKIOO-_yjCTy8G0aMzriOy028w390m-l_t1DA/s1600-h/_C5J0149.jpg"> </a></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Legit" Look</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >1)</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBj_1Q0mGJLOPqxAe6m7d9ylQ3M5hE4LPjKvrnKHf9nH05xITK7zeYC3pYYghpd2WqJCtg2pciz0pRavHTV5m3vpBigSPCgNfpvqM0yxd5taQE4DnXc41S-PHMyYlwU4GJ9c8b0A/s1600-h/_C5J0383.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBj_1Q0mGJLOPqxAe6m7d9ylQ3M5hE4LPjKvrnKHf9nH05xITK7zeYC3pYYghpd2WqJCtg2pciz0pRavHTV5m3vpBigSPCgNfpvqM0yxd5taQE4DnXc41S-PHMyYlwU4GJ9c8b0A/s320/_C5J0383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100314164294541794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT0bzfVYquNMU9ik8hhsJFcq4Y9XFoHk6_7uYNdFBkTmj3f_B1blyyFnKgN_BKPB4AOPCvA7T3U87m6DLYAWJrWkg4LbHjXRZcZS7biHEFBIUzYbljjQt-ZdefIKkEGpOlyjQZFA/s1600-h/_C5J0816.jpg"> </a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >2)</span></span><a onblur="try 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>3)</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89tnIPXesADWyCpMPOK4rgna0FQe-Bp95eXhu7kdOqcqeIqJxlQEBz-10E38QkD_yVNPyQ9fy-7zo-91UzmMjF-J8R4jnYsJQ-PCY6u0ysupFN_Kt_rysFlzGD5ipLbttdpxGCQ/s1600-h/_C5J0472.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100310981723775362" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89tnIPXesADWyCpMPOK4rgna0FQe-Bp95eXhu7kdOqcqeIqJxlQEBz-10E38QkD_yVNPyQ9fy-7zo-91UzmMjF-J8R4jnYsJQ-PCY6u0ysupFN_Kt_rysFlzGD5ipLbttdpxGCQ/s320/_C5J0472.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhWx4bWZAd05NjttB9auuJyN07ZvCHrQedywNZN_322IApkv_YKaYDjzymeREFCxDXh3ABwyRFFmXUqLHV0LQKUeI5KpXbf8wTcH-yfszlzIuf4kBlVjupazM4wkEapAOw8wH0g/s1600-h/_C5J0470.jpg"> </a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >4)</span><a 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC_ec0lQJCIPTjFoPRio1uVw3fBoirz35vY4Sjl0ZamM0Kif7lEKZtngv4TCJxzui-46uyNMMeDdxrQWvEwGdOtYZ1g0hGyxl1RST0YYY1_ZZBoQX_yyEOd5jqPsL1rNpAzs23Dg/s1600-h/_C5J0827.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC_ec0lQJCIPTjFoPRio1uVw3fBoirz35vY4Sjl0ZamM0Kif7lEKZtngv4TCJxzui-46uyNMMeDdxrQWvEwGdOtYZ1g0hGyxl1RST0YYY1_ZZBoQX_yyEOd5jqPsL1rNpAzs23Dg/s320/_C5J0827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100314348978135554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBLkKFEWjpGqq7gRsH0m9ahZOc96zt3re_Q_Zu8uQAdyDttLEv-HtkAiRO7hRiKeVRr7n9s7BiEqZZASaPTpPfPaKpsOzMkReDXN8J8sQgObFGit5DGdGS8CePiSWZgLTIIALOlQ/s1600-h/_C5J1767.jpg"> </a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >6)</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORxpx9QsDotSyqElmD7GXgx4tDPJo-NDY-mQxtzRi2V963LSuOvoBiJyprb_XxzHFW657Tvm0C8h7fEQhLcFnItz-0nYF9GFI0IkQU9Z2Zzf8NcjxD0tcB3f1DoHE1jLzQ7ntoQ/s1600-h/_C5J0525.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100311046148284818" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORxpx9QsDotSyqElmD7GXgx4tDPJo-NDY-mQxtzRi2V963LSuOvoBiJyprb_XxzHFW657Tvm0C8h7fEQhLcFnItz-0nYF9GFI0IkQU9Z2Zzf8NcjxD0tcB3f1DoHE1jLzQ7ntoQ/s320/_C5J0525.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >7)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jNKKon2v85PJnm_jW4tKJUYRsblDCddF40-Ci-96jfZ005QAbEVMaXEWzVMXH2r335NqgkE9gJEFFLIdQlMmokOxZ4fjE-aBF6hWizWZ1Ql3aSxqGA1EJLZKC1jczThzSntw1w/s1600-h/_C5J1122.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJI2vpGbAXWND8ENIuinpTPNkbrWtjO8cmY2isxyEqw9J4f0Le66P1lpAYgZwDtbwYO0v7ZoTfSI3pRt3osoVtozC8fpF-cAuje5e1T5RDjsIBhi_hsFCvO6sJQ7zEs4VzhT12rQ/s1600-h/_C5J0751.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100311763407823314" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJI2vpGbAXWND8ENIuinpTPNkbrWtjO8cmY2isxyEqw9J4f0Le66P1lpAYgZwDtbwYO0v7ZoTfSI3pRt3osoVtozC8fpF-cAuje5e1T5RDjsIBhi_hsFCvO6sJQ7zEs4VzhT12rQ/s320/_C5J0751.jpg" border="0" /> </a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >8)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FjNgipz7eiWR8lDQw8g_RQhWvJJRCm01RQLjjLdHoCVOLdHNprdgX2Zm8zaNotUhRMymoTMMWTVgWoAHl0Vg6v1Ei1it9vb52rJeY6Y3FrzoToDrgAWFuoFSgkz13qddxxRlOA/s1600-h/_C5J0744.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100311445580243394" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FjNgipz7eiWR8lDQw8g_RQhWvJJRCm01RQLjjLdHoCVOLdHNprdgX2Zm8zaNotUhRMymoTMMWTVgWoAHl0Vg6v1Ei1it9vb52rJeY6Y3FrzoToDrgAWFuoFSgkz13qddxxRlOA/s320/_C5J0744.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jNKKon2v85PJnm_jW4tKJUYRsblDCddF40-Ci-96jfZ005QAbEVMaXEWzVMXH2r335NqgkE9gJEFFLIdQlMmokOxZ4fjE-aBF6hWizWZ1Ql3aSxqGA1EJLZKC1jczThzSntw1w/s1600-h/_C5J1122.jpg"> </a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >9) WINNER (see February 25th entry)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >10)</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpDIs1tsw2YHxcLVgZOSTbpGnOw2FdjaStnHPXyAaZtgWZfKEK4uVvXfQrzkOmrPd9kJdU6XaLf5sVVD7ZW9XMMR6ue4trQJMn7qx5hJGaDWTlfAptol6lAeOS8-g72eOjT-leg/s1600-h/_C5J1300.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpDIs1tsw2YHxcLVgZOSTbpGnOw2FdjaStnHPXyAaZtgWZfKEK4uVvXfQrzkOmrPd9kJdU6XaLf5sVVD7ZW9XMMR6ue4trQJMn7qx5hJGaDWTlfAptol6lAeOS8-g72eOjT-leg/s320/_C5J1300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100314666805715474" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >11)</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIJYZ43oOMnr3ir4sRfmlC7YYud87fwamKOeyBYx4TqhHORhAOPdNX57tLrByoYG7umcfliazQCTjJyMtUJUQHnyy6EqcDVTB1vj0AO4He86I7Lvo6t4ICVurUneZ1Eq2eJqebA/s1600-h/_C5J1495.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIJYZ43oOMnr3ir4sRfmlC7YYud87fwamKOeyBYx4TqhHORhAOPdNX57tLrByoYG7umcfliazQCTjJyMtUJUQHnyy6EqcDVTB1vj0AO4He86I7Lvo6t4ICVurUneZ1Eq2eJqebA/s320/_C5J1495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100314752705061410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBLkKFEWjpGqq7gRsH0m9ahZOc96zt3re_Q_Zu8uQAdyDttLEv-HtkAiRO7hRiKeVRr7n9s7BiEqZZASaPTpPfPaKpsOzMkReDXN8J8sQgObFGit5DGdGS8CePiSWZgLTIIALOlQ/s1600-h/_C5J1767.jpg"> </a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >12)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3FE8Zd10-fL__3iXZpfstgkEU5hdi1KJtpTuoF6QDmVZ97j2o1IgPo8ebd0iWINiyjyYMXNPLpTUPmDVYDJF_RFcnj6M7OXpKwszgDDTh0Ok-xaG8fWh4Ys3FeCNqGyMQS1umg/s1600-h/_C5J1038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100309302391562482" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3FE8Zd10-fL__3iXZpfstgkEU5hdi1KJtpTuoF6QDmVZ97j2o1IgPo8ebd0iWINiyjyYMXNPLpTUPmDVYDJF_RFcnj6M7OXpKwszgDDTh0Ok-xaG8fWh4Ys3FeCNqGyMQS1umg/s320/_C5J1038.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >13)</span><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBLkKFEWjpGqq7gRsH0m9ahZOc96zt3re_Q_Zu8uQAdyDttLEv-HtkAiRO7hRiKeVRr7n9s7BiEqZZASaPTpPfPaKpsOzMkReDXN8J8sQgObFGit5DGdGS8CePiSWZgLTIIALOlQ/s320/_C5J1767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100315238036365890" border="0" /><div><div><div><br /></div></div></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-13799903467927353512007-08-18T13:54:00.001-04:002007-08-19T02:22:51.176-04:00Inactivity is ushering in the end times.<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1SA4wUjYssgmMVCrZBXlZgHBB0RgYY5YEQsaYhGKpwZdfbwOHYvikT-oTnE5wv1llz_DpRjd6L20us8AJLId4CMrapyMcNxwjeOqVm3gEtvfPiykDbbz9bk7Ub9gM2L9aPIcvw/s1600-h/d.a.vid-xxx.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100100468196728898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1SA4wUjYssgmMVCrZBXlZgHBB0RgYY5YEQsaYhGKpwZdfbwOHYvikT-oTnE5wv1llz_DpRjd6L20us8AJLId4CMrapyMcNxwjeOqVm3gEtvfPiykDbbz9bk7Ub9gM2L9aPIcvw/s400/d.a.vid-xxx.jpeg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My former kingdom.</span> </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><p><br />Oh how I'm not doing anything.<br /><br />Remember my last post (way back in '88)? About me leaving my toy soldier position? Well, once again I'm saying adieu to employment. Honestly, I don't want to make this a habit, but I can't deny when a job is ending. I could if I wanted to. I could try and pretend I didn't see the inevitable finality of it all and continue to iron my button-up shirt, carefully select a sweater vest, and arrive every morning at 8-ish to 787 7th Ave. However, such willful oblivion won't produce a paycheck. So I must turn to unemployment and address him directly:<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Mr. Unemployment, I welcome you as a temporary guest. Make yourself at home because I know this will only be a brief stay since you must soon leave to pay a visit to Dennis Hastert. Mr. Unemployment, I thank you for enabling me to return home to see my family and to spend more time apartment hunting. But, Mr. Unemployment, remember you are a guest in my home, and you will respect my rules. Please take off your shoes at the door if they are muddy. Do not leave food crumbs on the dining table nor hookers in my bed. And under no circumstance will you touch my bank account. I have hot water on the stove. Feel free to make yourself some tea.</span><br /><br />Now some of you may be asking yourself, "Baby girl, what job is d.a.vid leaving?" Well, I was the temporary administrative assistant at BNP Paribas's Asian Equities desk. A position I acquired through eavesdropping, thank you very much. It all started when.....<br /><br /><em>It was a magical June day, the kind which gives you faith in God. David was meeting his friend for a night of theatre at Lincoln Center. As he stood at the railing of the lobby's mezzanine, he overheard a voice which sounded like sweet cherry blossoms. A woman spoke with frustration to her friend about the disappointing performance of her current temp. David was curious and continued to lend an eager ear to this conversation. According to the woman, the temp came in late and never stayed past 5. Apparently he was a thorn-in-the-side to all her coworkers too.</em></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>When David's friend arrived, he told her of the situation and asked if he should introduce himself. His friend replied, "David, you are a sparkling star in this night sky. Recognize your abilities and offer yourself to her like the human sacrifice you are." With those encouraging words and both of their respective friends momentarily absent, David approached this woman and attempted to initiate oral stimulation on her if she would only allow him to interview for the job. The woman demurred, but David insisted that she at least consider him for the position because he was capable and as gregarious as a chipmunk. The woman, named Grace (How wonderfully true!), said, "What the hell," and the two exchanged information. They then returned to their own friends and entered into the glorious world of Theatre. </em></span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">All this occurred as described (more or less) on a Thursday evening, and by Friday morning David had a new job which did not require him to dress like the eroticized fantasy of a uniform fetishist.</span></em></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">So for four months I endured the pressures and enjoyed the benefits of the world of finance. But my tenure has come to an end. I have trained my replacement and thrown my fortune to the wind (and to Craigslist). </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">And as I sit here, jobless, and wait for my current lease to expire at the end of August, I like to pretend that I don't need to be looking for an apartment. This allows me to relax and do things like update my blog, buy new sweater vests from Daffy's with my credit card, and watch the glorious horror film, <em>The Descent</em>, jumping like a nervous school girl about to make it with a boy for the first time.</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></p>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-39837347332043159652007-07-01T21:55:00.000-04:002007-07-03T16:49:18.106-04:00This toy soldier's final tour of duty is ushering in the end times.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UOCEgZJ5UjnbgINiV46d_vBYq8fPqr_XfMpbPJbzpoetGZ4N5rDKNeyVMSkZODnlLJhED4S6_VKOd4jXmQPKiSptEDvhh-0ktdffN1Vw7yVcAZTlx9rXbeppf19JyqtwZhAxDA/s1600-h/d.a.vid+-+toy+soldier+&+urinals.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082412338582572738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UOCEgZJ5UjnbgINiV46d_vBYq8fPqr_XfMpbPJbzpoetGZ4N5rDKNeyVMSkZODnlLJhED4S6_VKOd4jXmQPKiSptEDvhh-0ktdffN1Vw7yVcAZTlx9rXbeppf19JyqtwZhAxDA/s400/d.a.vid+-+toy+soldier+%26+urinals.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">All good things must come to an end. And other things end, too - like this job. I had made a promise to myself that I would no longer be a toy soldier by the time I turned 25, and my July birthday looms. Farewell, FAO. I will miss my employee discount.</span><br /><br /><div></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-69124663076006314962007-07-01T21:40:00.000-04:002007-07-03T15:45:25.145-04:00The end times are ushering in the end times.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYp4DpmWBkGCgvuGrshfEcl-YANU3-cUQKvvYEzTYDCKA8BfMTS6Jt5zhdFipevgtWWcP98_tBYFGzVFyH872Ecd4KBoO2BvOujx8qi65MNwsDtA4gKXBwXFyaHbfeUjP7tFMA7A/s1600-h/d.a.vid-IEM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082411273430683314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYp4DpmWBkGCgvuGrshfEcl-YANU3-cUQKvvYEzTYDCKA8BfMTS6Jt5zhdFipevgtWWcP98_tBYFGzVFyH872Ecd4KBoO2BvOujx8qi65MNwsDtA4gKXBwXFyaHbfeUjP7tFMA7A/s400/d.a.vid-IEM.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">When major events happen in our lives, we’re always told that there are lessons of significance to be taken away, to be stored in our “now that we’re older and wiser” manila folder – vital lessons that will make us better people.<br /><br />I guess so.<br /><br />But sometimes the only truth I manage to retrieve from these rapidly passing days is a repetition of the theme: things happen. And how inspiring is that?<br /><br />People are continually and feverishly analyzing situations and events, trying to decipher the clues in order to discover cause. The burden of the occurrence is placed on Time, God, Fate, Science, Karma, Butter, Satan, Stupidity, etc. And it’s quite a consuming pursuit. “Why do bad things happen to good people?” “Why do good things happen to shitty people?” “If God really loves me, why can’t I keep an erection?” And the like.<br /><br />My apartment was burglarized recently (or <em>burglered</em>, if you prefer), and those enterprising thieves relieved me of my iMac and brand new Canon SLR camera and lens. Oh, the drama! And the horror! What’s most tremendously frustrating is all the thousands of pictures that were stored on my computer (which I hadn’t backed up on an external hard drive). Pictures I’ve been taking of the city since February and its mass of details. Pictures of random subway passengers, mannequins in the windows of Bergdorf Goodman, mosaics in Williamsburg, dusty church marquees in Bed Sty, the proud owner of the Jesus tire repair shop a few blocks from my home. Also gone are the folded hands of my grandmother as she lay in her casket and the shots of rooms in my grandparent’s home in New Mexico that were taken in an attempt to keep the reality of their everyday lives from retreating into indistinct past.<br /><br />One friend wrote in an email: “I strongly believe that for every bad thing that happens to us, there is an amazing thing to match it. That being said, you have some great days ahead of you so brace yourself for goodness.” But this sort of viewpoint makes me wonder: Is there similarly an awful thing to match every good one that happens to us? If so, then perhaps my remarkably blessed life was due for some ass-kicking.<br /><br />Another friend, in an attempt to be comforting (or dismissive), said, “It’s only material things. You’ll always have the memories.” Actually, the whole purpose was to capture what the memory cannot contain. With photography, I’m able to isolate and manipulate, to extract from the context or make the connection undeniable. I could highlight what my eye saw and allow others to see how I viewed the world, which is a combination of idiosyncratic skewering and common banality. And I’m not claiming the world has lost unseen masterpieces (though it has, though it has), but I have lost pieces of myself. I was leaving little markers on the ground as I wandered along, as I evolved, matured, and regressed. These markers allowed me to look back to see where I’ve been, what I’ve learned, what I’ve forgotten. Memories are treasures, but they’re often vague and can lose their once potent impact. A picture is a frozen viewpoint, evidence of a precision imposed.<br /><br />As irritating as the whole thing has been, it’s only a crisis in a relative sense. And I can’t worry about assigning blame or about demanding recompense because life continues and things are still happening, and I want to be present in the middle of it all.<br /><br />So, boys and girls, today’s lesson is remember that you must always never, ever take one single moment of…. No, that wasn’t it. The lesson is that if you trust with your heart, angels will stand guard of… No. That can’t be right. Ahhh yes! The lesson for today is that when food hits the floor, you have 10 seconds before it goes bad…or is it 5? Oh never mind.</span></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-20535129630093927472007-06-10T18:06:00.000-04:002007-06-10T19:05:50.896-04:00My kimono-clad NYC stage debut is ushering in the end times.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUxp7GfSCHdA9ho9kAC_gaeC-VSRf7xXY61ZOGkfiMVFxwTRJFnO5mmKgW2aC8Tf4rgth3YfrKxHd3L8oQlMyntVbu9k4rHWsRGPXROYu2Um6XIzl5mxiychyphenhyphenL-BXwV_RS3_ecA/s1600-h/nono_kimono4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074569766185508914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUxp7GfSCHdA9ho9kAC_gaeC-VSRf7xXY61ZOGkfiMVFxwTRJFnO5mmKgW2aC8Tf4rgth3YfrKxHd3L8oQlMyntVbu9k4rHWsRGPXROYu2Um6XIzl5mxiychyphenhyphenL-BXwV_RS3_ecA/s400/nono_kimono4.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> <a href="http://www.harapan.co.jp/Mire_room/SD/SD_e/nonokimono_e.htm">David or Nono the doll? Click here to find out.</a></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />So it was bound to happen sooner or later. To be honest, I tried to delay it for an indefinite period of time by simply doing nothing, but, like all stories of greateness, mine too requires a beginning. And this beginning is the Morse code production of Aphra Behn's <em>The Rover</em>, which will be on stage this coming Thursday through Sunday (June 14 - 17) during the Looking Glass Theatre's Spring Writer/Director Forum. ! .<br /><br />True to my word, my entrance into the world of NYC theatre is an inconspicuous affair of simplicity, grace, and refined taste. How else would you describe my appearance in drag as the handmaiden to a famous courtesan - complete with kimono and song? And to parade my dexterous acting skill before the rest of my castmates, the director also gave me the role of sidekick Frederick, whom I have turned into a fop of a fellow with wandering eyes and posing hips. Come to think of it, he'd probably feel quite at home in a kimono, too. So, for those of my readers in the tri-state vicinity (that's if I still have any readers - Oh Lord!), come on down to the Looking Glass Theatre on 57th St between 9th & 10th and witness history in the making. I can't promise you it's worth $15, but, if you have a student ID, you can sneak in for $12. And it's definitely worth $12. No question.<br /><br />So instead of taking your hooker out for post-coital McDonald's in Times Square, drop her off early and spend that $15 on me. Follow this link </span><a href="http://www.thelookingglasstheatre.homestead.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">>>>>>>>Looking Glass Theatre<<<<<<<</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> to their website where you can follow another link to another website from which you can buy tickets - or undiluted joy, as I like to call it.</span></div>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-23878049509224051622007-06-08T20:37:00.000-04:002007-06-28T09:01:12.714-04:00Tony Hoagland is ushering in the end times.<span style="font-family:verdana;">I've been listening to Garrison Keillor's reading of this poem by Tony Hoagland since January, and I think it's a phenomenal piece of writing. The construction almost tempts skimming, but its roots are entrenched and stubbornly complex. It manages to simultaneously reveal how the everyday is insignificant <em>and</em> undeniably extraordinary. Click on the poem's title to go to the Writer's Almanac website and listen to Keillor's drowsy-voiced infusion.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://solarider.org/blog/?p=843"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">sky trail - solarider (great pictures throughout the blog)</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073864025749364770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_o77ORc_dqepn5hFeGyXt8YnaWKH63vhqWkWtJUCyTpv9dHJFB63kuto4mtZ83CM9Y0WmDy0RJp1DvUPQ7ywb8Amuln-JsvEv_IH4dDC3yd9CmeskxnjT1R76dfxlmCljB08jlw/s400/sky-trail-26-02-2006.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/programs/2007/01/15/index.html">A Color of the Sky<br />by Tony Hoagland </a><br /></p></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><p align="left">Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,<br />driving over the hills from work.<br />There are the dark parts on the road<br />when you pass through clumps of wood<br />and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean,<br />but that doesn’t make the road an allegory.<br /><br />I should call Marie and apologize<br />for being so boring at dinner last night,<br />but can I really promise not to be that way again?<br />And anyway, I’d rather watch the trees, tossing<br />in what certainly looks like sexual arousal.<br /><br />Otherwise it’s spring, and everything looks frail;<br />the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves<br />are full of infant chlorophyll,<br />the very tint of inexperience.<br /><br />Last summer’s song is making a comeback on the radio,<br />and on the highway overpass,<br />the only metaphysical vandal in America has written<br />MEMORY LOVES TIME<br />in big black spraypaint letters,<br /><br />which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.<br /><br />Last night I dreamed of X again.<br />She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets.<br />Years ago she penetrated me<br />but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,<br />I never got her out,<br />but now I’m glad.<br /><br />What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.<br />What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.<br />What I thought was an injustice<br />turned out to be a color of the sky.<br /><br />Outside the youth center, between the liquor store<br />and the police station,<br />a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;<br /><br />overflowing with blossomfoam,<br />like a sudsy mug of beer;<br />like a bride ripping off her clothes,<br /><br />dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,<br /><br />so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.<br />It’s been doing that all week:<br />making beauty,<br />and throwing it away,<br />and making more.</span></p>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33387509.post-56478520364893025662007-05-20T23:22:00.001-04:002007-05-20T23:25:01.227-04:00"B" is ushering in the end times.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXUcPHIbAxkWPUfjpyrkfhRLVZib8tIURkNZ0CfDhDUADaC70RoTW26PK8wBvKT3Qxg4rq0bSTE91cYCAKO5jCUvjO7EW3wcy0JbnYzaRpjkk2hIEhmaXetgnTVYH6eNbGWtbHAg/s1600-h/d.a.vid-b+is+for+belting.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXUcPHIbAxkWPUfjpyrkfhRLVZib8tIURkNZ0CfDhDUADaC70RoTW26PK8wBvKT3Qxg4rq0bSTE91cYCAKO5jCUvjO7EW3wcy0JbnYzaRpjkk2hIEhmaXetgnTVYH6eNbGWtbHAg/s400/d.a.vid-b+is+for+belting.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066849344618889938" border="0" /></a>d.a.vidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508954566855420475noreply@blogger.com0