24 December 2010

Man imitating mad dog

Sorry if you've seen it before.
You're welcome if you haven't.

20 December 2010

When John Waters Met Little Richard (Guardian Article)


19 December 2010

Fourteen Actors Acting

The New York Times's Hollywood Issue features a collage of videos by famous actors called "Fourteen Actors Acting". It is highly interesting, though slightly confusing: fourteen minute-long vignettes of actors doing something or another. The website calls it "a gallery of classic screen types," though it seems very Warholian in nature to me: a modern touch on his infamous "screen tests".

15 December 2010

Hell (Stop-Motion Animation)

This is some freaky-ass shit. Not recommended for those who don't like mortifying claymation.

10 December 2010

03 December 2010


So, this is apparently an (six minute wtf?) ad for a Norwegian television show called Golden Times. And it contains A LOT of people you thought might have died ten years ago and A LOT of people you wish would have.
And if you are paying attention, you can answer the age-old question: Where the hell is Steve Guttenberg?

19 November 2010

The Ronnie Horror Show (Fridays, 1980)

Let me break this down for you: This is a 15-minute skit from the show "Fridays," which featured Michael Richards and Larry David, spoofing the Rocky Horror Picture Show and combining it with the then-recent election of Ronald Reagan to the presidency. Do you think you're ready for it?

You're not.

EDIT: 300th post!

18 November 2010

Tron Shit

Y'all December 17 is coming soon. In the meantime, let's get excited for Tron: Legacy by looking at these neat Tron merchandizing items and fan-made collector's bits. This one is a Tron watch. So, if you ever wanted to know what to get me for Christmas.........do it or I'll kill you.

14 November 2010

Island of the Dolls

This article details the life and work of Don Julian Santana, who once found the body of a drowned girl on the shores of the island his house was built upon. In order to appease her soul, he collected dolls and doll parts and hung them in the trees (hence the name "Island of the Dolls"). There's a lovely twist at the end, but you simply MUST go to the website and see the pictures to read about it.

12 November 2010

Pripyat, Ukraine

(Last one today, Mimi; I swear!)
This is a link to a collection of photos from Pripyat, Ukraine, an abandoned city neglectfully not mentioned in the previous post. Pripyat was abandoned after the Chernobyl disaster in 1986. Wikipedia.

24 Tales of Ghost Towns and Abandoned Cities

(Sorry, Mimi)
This post on WebUrbanist gives a short write-up of several abandoned towns across the world. It's not very comprehensive, and doesn't give a lot of information or pictures, but hey, that's what Wikipedia is for, right? (Be sure to check out Kowloon Walled City, Hong Kong, pictured above.)
Thanks to Hipstercrite for bringing WebUrbanist to my attention.
EDIT: Also check out the Sanzhi, Taiwan, UFO Houses on Flickr.

04 November 2010

Shatner Does It Again ("Fuck You" by Cee-Lo)

I promised myself that George Lopez could not ever appear on my blog, but lo and behold, there's his opposite-of-funny face.
Nevertheless, Shatner wows me again with his musical adaptation of Cee-Lo Green's "Fuck You". No, William Shatner; fuck you. And fuck her, too. (Her refers to Lopez. But I take back what I said about you last sentence; I only meant it referring to George Lopez. Seriously, fuck her.)

03 November 2010

Circus (PBS)

Hadn't heard of this show before today before I turned on PBS and there it was. The program is incredible. I don't know if everyone is as fascinated by carnival folk as I am, but interesting they are. Check it out Wednesdays from 7:00 to 10:00 on PBS/LPB.

25 October 2010

One Square Mile (New Orleans)

This is a documentary series called One Square Mile, which highlights one square mile of land in the United States, which can be in an array of spots, such as New York City or rural Texas. The goal is to create a "patchwork of contemporary culture," according to the website.
This episode focuses on the Irish Channel and Garden District areas of New Orleans. My favorite part starts at around the 4 minute mark. Makes me want to watch the rest of the series.

20 October 2010

Ari Up (of the Slits) died today

The subject of what I think may very well be the greatest punk rock photo ever (see left), and a damn fine singer, died of complications from a "serious illness" she had been battling for a while. She was 48. RIP Ari.

19 October 2010

10 October 2010

My Hero

Philippines Creepy Lipsync

You tell me.

Ria van Dijk at the Shooting Gallery 1936-2009

So, a Dutch woman named Ria van Dijk had a picture taken of herself (almost) every year since she was 16 shooting a gun in a shooting gallery. Here's 1973; I like the rock and roll kids off on the right side. I think it's a most interesting chronology of one's life. But since I'm 23, I can't start now, can I? The link

08 October 2010

Not planning on visiting Mt. Everest

Mt. Everest uses dead bodies preserved by the cold as landmarks as one ascends the mountain. And there's lots of them.

07 October 2010

James Franco in Drag

So, it turns out that in addition to being an incredibly good-looking guy, ole James Franco is also a convincing(ish) woman. Can't wait to see the whole spread.

06 October 2010

Abandoned Six Flags in New Orleans

Check out these pics!
From the Flickr page (which, for clarification, isn't mine):
This is probably the riskiest location we've been. Before we decided to take our chances and journey out to this iconic location, we took notice of all the stories we had heard of others trying their luck at getting in. There were rumors of a guard tentatively watching the perimeter and grounds. Other stories said that people were caught by workers or police. And it seemed to be a consistent critique. So we took a gamble and decided to go. Only, to our surprise, it was relatively easy to get in, completely vacant of any guards or watchmen, and we were pleasantly greeted by two other groups of young guys who were just exploring the park for fun. We stayed for a couple of hours and had a blast. It was an unusual feeling being in an entire rotting amusement park (almost) completely alone. Here's its history.

Six Flags New Orleans is an amusement park in New Orleans, Louisiana, which has been closed since Hurricane Katrina struck in 2005. The park is located in Eastern New Orleans, in the Ninth Ward of the city off Interstate 510. The park first opened under the name "Jazzland," opening in 2000 and operated by Alfa Smartparks before Six Flags took over the park lease in 2002.

Eastern New Orleans was badly flooded in 2005 in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. The park grounds are located on a low-lying section of Eastern New Orleans, with a 6-foot earthen flood berm running along the perimeter, creating an artificial basin. After the park's drainage pumps failed during the storm, the berm retained the combination of rainwater and sea water overflow from Lake Pontchartrain caused by Katrina's massive storm surge, submerging the entire park grounds in corrosive, brackish floodwater to a depth of 4–7 feet. The floodwater was not drained for over a month. Due to the damage received, the park has been and is currently closed.

Damage reports by Six Flags inspectors stated that the park buildings are 80% demolished, all of the flat rides have been effectively destroyed by long term salt-water immersion, and both the wooden track and steel superstructure of the Mega Zeph have been damaged beyond likely hope of repair. The only large ride to escape relatively unscathed was the Batman: The Ride roller-coaster, due to its elevated station platform and corrosion-resistant support structure.

On December 15, 2006, Six Flags confirmed that they were removing Batman: The Ride for refurbishment and relocating it to a new park, as it was considered to be the only salvageable ride. The ride was reassembled in 2008 at Six Flags Fiesta Texas in San Antonio and opened under the new name Goliath. In addition to Batman: The Ride, Six Flags removed shade coverings, ride parts, lights, security cameras, planting structures, and various other salvageable items. Six Flags also removed their large lighted sign from the top of the park entrance, effectively indicating their intent not to return.

The land, owned by the city of New Orleans, is currently leased to and operated by Six Flags. After Hurricane Katrina, Six Flags has sought to end its lease on the site. The owners claim the park must remain shut down as long as outstanding claims with insurance companies remain unsettled. As of early 2008, the site is overgrown with debris and weeds. Removal of the debris and underbrush has now begun. On August 18, 2009, it was announced that the land would be re-developed into a Nickelodeon-branded water/theme park. On September 18, 2009, the city of New Orleans fined Six Flags $3 million and ordered the park to vacate its lease.

Hill of Crosses in Lithuania

Hill of Crosses

28 September 2010

Hell's Angels 1965 (Life Magazine)

Here's a link to a dropped 1965 Life Magazine photoessay about the Hell's Angels. Thanks, as it often is, to Boingboing.net.

16 September 2010

10 September 2010


John Woolley, Prodigy 10-year-old Artist

I was checking for New Orleans artists on one of the blogs I follow, Urban Sketchers, and this sketcher came up in my results. Not from New Orleans, I'm afraid, though this picture is titled "Eubie in Concert, New Orleans"; however, this artist is TEN YEARS OLD! I always think it's so incredible when kids can do shit better than I ever will.

Jessi Darlin Interview (Little Advances)

You may have read a post a while back about Jessi Darlin from the Nashville cowpunk group, Those Darlins, and how much I adore her. Well, here's an interview where she talks about the new T.D. album (!) and her side project called Funstix, both of which sound like a lot of fun.
It does neglect, however, to mention when the new album comes out, and I am DYING to hear it. DYING!

Mural: "Nothing Has Changed"

This mural is truly eye-catching. I liked it before I knew the background, but the story about the Drumcree conflict in 1996 in comparison to police brutality against the Irish Nationalists in 1968 is very interesting.

04 September 2010

Antiques Roadshow in Hot Springs 2003?

How the fuck did I miss this? My favorite show was filming in MY CITY when I lived there?! This is like learning that David Bowie fucked you in your sleep, just for comparison. (oh, and p.s. everyone knew but didn't tell you for seven years....sorryzlol)FUUUUUUUUU

31 August 2010


So...boingboing brought this one to my attention: get your ashes made into vinyl. I have my pick. And guess what?! It's only £2000 for like 30 copies!

28 August 2010


You are thinking one of two things:
1. Ian, you are such a FUCKING idiot. ICP? That's so lame.
2. Ian, this is so old. I can't believe you haven't seen it. It's right up your alley.

So, here's the story: for some reason, every time I saw this video getting press, I just figured the music HAS to be too terrible for me to sit through, no matter how funny the video is. I was wrong. Way wrong. Why did I think ICP was a numetal band? Doesn't matter. Just watch it if you fall into the first category of people or watch it again if you're in the second category. I can't imagine you'll regret it.

26 August 2010

Rock 'n' Roll High School

Not only does this scene give me shivers, it also has my favorite line in the movie, said by the chief of police. Watch for it around the 1:50 mark.

America in Color from 1939-1943

Here is a collection by the Denver Post of some of the only known color photographs from the era of the Great Depression. Most of the pictures are gorgeous and give a more accurate portrayal of the country at the time than B&W could. Check the last picture for creation of nightmares.

23 August 2010

A very interesting article in Anti-Gravity about a cop sniper in 1972

Essex Rising: Garrett County Press Re-releases the NOLA sniper tale "A Terrible Thunder"
Dylan Rail

As one of the millions of young soldiers returning home from war to find a country that cared little for what they’d
endured, and to politicians who cared even less, Mark Essex gradually came to understand that the police on
the streets of America’s ghettos were doing essentially the same job as drafted Americans in Southeast Asia:
attempting to maintain “order,” “security” and “peace” through brutal force instead of through economic equality and
racial justice. As a young black man, Essex couldn’t stand to see the racism, mistreatment and brutality that characterizes
policing in poor areas and grew more and more angry over time, his heart scarred by the injustice around him. Eventually,
this growing anger erupted, and on a night that would change his life and the history of New Orleans forever, from across
the railroad tracks he leveled his rifle at two guards stationed at the Orleans Parish Prison and pulled the trigger. It was
New Year’s Eve, the last day of 1972.
Essex’s story is probably as familiar as Robin Hood to the people of New Orleans and in some wards at least his
story has achieved such a legendary hero-of-the-poor status since his death at the hands of the NOPD in early 1973.
As anarchist professor John Clark said recently, “The 1960s actually happened in the 1970s in New Orleans” and Peter
Hernon’s A Terrible Thunder: the Story of the New Orleans Sniper illustrates this point exactly. Originally published by
Doubleday in 1978, A Terrible Thunder is being re-issued by New Orleans’ own Garrett County Press.
By the time Essex had gotten fed up enough to starting sniping cops, the wildly popular New Orleans Black Panthers
had been crushed by shootings and fraudulent arrests of all their members, as well as street-level brutality towards their
supporters by the NOPD. His rage had no outlet, his sadness no relief. When Essex decided to go to war with the police
state, it was an emotional explosion of visceral rage at the targets closest at hand, not a directed and calculated attack
on the wielders of true power, the super-rich and the politicians whose campaigns were funded by them. Over the week
following Essex’s initial shooting, the NOPD hunted relentlessly for the sniper who’d taken out two of their own. Reports
streamed in of unknown persons sniping at cop cars, of shadows stealing past second floor windows of abandoned
ghetto rental units. The police were on edge and they were the ones who felt terror as they crossed paths with African-
Americans on darkened streets at night, instead of the other way around.
One week later, Essex was dead on the roof of the Downtown Howard Johnson (now the Holiday Inn, the building with
the giant clarinet mural), killed in a hail of bullets by cops hovering overhead in a helicopter. He had led the police on a
chase when they’d tried to arrest him on suspicion of the New Year’s Eve shootings, drawing them to his pre-planned
battleground, the hotel. He set rooms on fire, created smoke screens, shot tourists in the hallways and bunkered down on the
roof to kill as many cops on the ground as possible before they killed him. He had had enough, but by turning his violence
outward at the police instead of himself, he became a legend instead of just another veteran who committed suicide.
I can give you the outline of this fascinating and complicated story, but I can’t tell it half as well as Peter Hernon.
Besides the story itself, the writing pulls you in and it’s a book you won’t be able to put down until you finish it. I
couldn’t. A Terrible Thunder captures a riveting, incredible piece of New Orleans history that everyone should know
about. You’ll never look at that giant clarinet the same way again. —Dylan Rail

18 July 2010

LSD Art Experiment, late '50s

According to the site, "These drawings were done by an artist under the influence of LSD - part of a test conducted by the US government during it's dalliance with psychotomimetic drugs in the late 1950's. The artist was given a dose of LSD 25 and free access to an activity box full of crayons and pencils. His subject is the medico that jabbed him."

14 July 2010

Bubble Series, Harper's Bazaar 1963

This is an example of Melvin Sokolsky's spread in Harper's Bazaar called "The Bubble Series," depicting models in fancy clothes floating above the Seine River. Very cool, no?

12 July 2010

New episodes of "Movie Macabre" with Elvira, Mistress of the Dark!

It's true!
Elvira is back y'all! New episodes of Movie Macabre with my love, Elvira. Not a lot of information on what station/time, but it will be nationally syndicated, and that means I will be watching.

17 June 2010



Ozzy Osbourne
Florence And The Machine
Hot Chip
Jakob Dylan and Three Legs
Buckwheat Zydeco
The Airborne Toxic Event
Raphael Saadiq
Cage the Elephant
Minus the Bear
Janelle Monae
Eli "Paperboy" Reed
Preservation Hall Jazz Band
George Porter, Jr. & Runnin' Pardners
Rebirth Brass Band
Toubab Krewe
Jon Cleary and the Absolute Monster Gentlemen
Cedric Burnside & Lightnin Malcom
Voice of the Wetland All Stars
Big Sam's Funky Nation
The New Orleans Bingo! Show
The Happy Talk Band
Fleur De Tease Burlesque Revue
Luke Winslow-King
Noisician Coalition
Honey Island Swamp Band
Rosie Ledet
Leo Jackson and the Melody Clouds
Shannon McNally
Jonathan Tyler and the Northern Lights
Helen Gillet
The Local Skank
Eagles of Death Metal
DJ Soul Sister
Fatter Than Albert
Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue
Treme Brass Band with Uncle Lionel Batiste
Treme Brass Band
The Vettes
Soul Rebels Brass Band
Consortium of Genius
Die Antwoord
Rotary Downs
Quintron & Miss Pussycat
Flow Tribe
Fitz & The Tantrums
Paul van Dyk
Street Sweeper Social Club
MC Sweet Tea
DJ Quickie Mart
Creole String Beans
Lost Bayou Ramblers
Gal Holiday
Ferry Corston

08 June 2010

04 June 2010

Rue McClanahan

Another one bites the dust...
But this one was born on my bday. Should I be worried that this is a bad Summer omen?

27 May 2010

On a personal note:

FABIOSENTMEANAUTOGRAPHEDPICTURE! I sent off a request to get an autographed picture from Fabio to my dog (also named Fabio, pictured here) in February, and I got it today! So now Fabio is my #1 idol--not that he wasn't before.

19 May 2010

Another cool pic courtesy of These Idle Hands

Ferris wheellss

Jello Biafra for Mayor of San Francisco '79

[From Wikipedia] In the fall of 1979, [lead singer for Dead Kennedys Jello] Biafra ran for mayor of San Francisco as a prank, using the Jello ad campaign catchphrase, "There's always room for Jello", as his campaign slogan. Having entered the race before creating a campaign platform, Biafra later wrote his platform on a napkin while attending a Pere Ubu concert. As he campaigned, Biafra wore campaign t-shirts from his opponent Quentin Kopp's previous campaign and at one point vacuumed leaves off the front lawn of another opponent, current U.S. Senator Dianne Feinstein, to mock her publicity stunt of sweeping streets in downtown San Francisco for a few hours. Supporters committed equally odd actions; two well known signs held by supporters said "If he doesn't win I'll kill myself" and "What if he does win?" His platform included unconventional points such as forcing businessmen to wear clown suits within city limits and a citywide ban on cars (although the latter point was not considered abnormal by many voters at the time, as the city was suffering from serious pollution problems). Biafra has expressed irritation that these parts of his platform attained such notoriety, preferring instead to be remembered for serious proposals such as legalizing squatting in vacant, tax-delinquent buildings and requiring police officers to keep their jobs by running for election voted on by the people of the neighborhoods they patrol. During a TV interview (reproduced on The Early Years home video and DVD), he had this to say to those who thought less of him running for mayor: “For those of them who have seen my candidacy as a publicity stunt or a joke, they should keep in mind that it is no more of a joke, and no less of a joke than anyone else they care to name.” He finished fourth out of a field of ten, receiving 3.5% of the vote (6,591 votes); the election ended in a runoff that did not involve him (Feinstein was declared the winner). In reaction to his campaign (and that of Sister Boom-Boom, a drag queen who also ran for mayor and handily won the third place spot above Biafra), San Francisco passed a resolution stating that no candidate could run under any name other than their given name.

17 May 2010


If you are addicted to the internet, you have probably already seen this. Somehow, however, I missed it entirely. In any case, it's incredible.

02 May 2010

MOBA: The Museum of Bad Art

Here is the link to the website for the Museum of Bad Art in Boston, Massachusetts. MOBA came to my attention after some roadtrippin friends described it as being in the bathroom space below a theatre, which I thought was clever and awesome.
Sadly, most of the art is not as bad as one would think. Just imagine some of these paintings with a Picasso signature. Now it ain't so bad, is it? Regardless, this museum does exist, and this alone satisfies me. Put this one on the to-visit list, Billy Joel!

01 May 2010

Joanna Lumley and FUCK!

Also, here's a tidbit that you may not know: Lumley was a Bond Girl in the movie, On Her Majesty's Secret Service. Attached is an autographed pic of said beauty in said film.

WTF? Pats and Eddy on Roseanne?

Part One:

Part Two:

WHAT THE HELL?! Why didn't anyone tell me this existed? Next you're going to tell me that all four of them were on fucking Metalocalypse with Rue McClanahan, Captain Canuckles, and the corpse of Andy Warhol!

Bieber Flag

This can go with my stained glass watch. Get it for me.

28 April 2010

The Kansas City Workhouse at Vine Street

So, there's an abandoned "castle" in Kansas City. What is a castle doing in Kansas City?, you may ask. Well, as the blog quotes,
"It is really hard to find accurate information about it, but I think I’ve been able to piece together its story fairly well. It was indeed built by the prisoners in 1896-1897, the site it is on used to be a quarry, so all the stone for it was mined on site by the prisoners. By building it this way, the costs were kept low, and the city decided that the building could look like a castle because it wouldn’t cost them any more money to do so. There was some sort of solitary confinement cell in the basement for unruly prisoners, but from what I can tell it was by no means a dungeon, I think they just liked calling it that because of the castle theme. The prisoners were mostly just short term inmates, who committed crimes such as being drunk in public, petty theft, etc, interred there in the hope that hard work would reform them into better citizens, so security was low.

Since the building has been abandoned, it’s pretty easy to get in if you want to take a look around. The side door on the north side will let you into the main cell block for the male prisoners, and there’s a staircase and door in the ‘hook’ part of the L shape in the back that will allow you into the main story of the building. There’s a lot of trash, so wear good shoes, and don’t go in the towers and in the dining hall area on the south side, the towers are really dangerous, and the dining hall is very difficult to get into. While law enforcement hasn’t ever confronted me or anything about being in there, I am not responsible for anything that may happen to you while there."

27 April 2010

Jorma Dancing to Fleet Foxes

This is one in a series, which are all funny, but this one, I think, takes the cake.
Also, I can NOT be the only one to think that abstract saxophone would go great on the next Fleet Foxes album. Comment if you agree. DON'T BOTHER IF YOU DISAGREE.

Stained Glass Watch

This is a stained glass watch, which animates itsself to tell time. This picture explains how it works.
It's only $168.15, so GET IT FOR ME, WILL YA?

Thanks to boingboing.net for bringing this to my attention.

25 April 2010

A Patti Smith Story

So, tonight I saw Patti Smith at Tipitina's. Here's a story to demonstrate how hilarious she was:
A girl screams, "Patti!" Patti responds with the to-the-point and awesomely punk rawk, "What?" Then the woman throws this gaudy silver bracelet on stage. Patti picks it up and flatly says, "Just my style," and sets in atop the bass drum, continuing with the next song.

Oh, and then she invited the guitarist from the Seeds on stage. And then Peter Buck. And then Michael Stipe. And did I mention that Lenny Kaye was there? Because he was.

22 April 2010


Evil or hilarious?
Cash4Cadavers.com (tag line "We put the 'fun' back in funeral") is a gambling website for users to choose which celebrities will die in the upcoming year. It's an intricate game with intricate rules, and the "celebrities" can be pretty obscure, but with a rule that reads, "There's a 25% point bonus if your celebrity is either a murder or suicide victim," how can I say no?
Did you know Richard Dawson isn't dead? I didn't.
Also, no one else seems to think Kathy Griffin is going to pass this year. AM I THE ONLY ONE?!

19 April 2010


Jimmy Fallon did it a few years ago, but just for clarification, there SURE IS NOTHING LIKE FEELING LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT FOR LISTENING TO ALL OF THESE SONGS!

17 April 2010

Forever Young - Jay-Z and Beyonce at Coachella

As you may or may not already know, my favorite karaoke song is Alphaville's "Forever Young"; you can find me singing it anywhere there is karaoke if someone has finished pouring one-thousand drinks down my throat. I even posted on the song (covered by Youth Group) a few months ago. Then, while reading today's headlines, I came across Beyonce and Jay-Z covering it for the chorus of this song. I like it quite a bit. And might I say, and I never have before, that Beyonce looks more stunning than ever here--more natural than I've ever seen her. Good job, Beyonce. Thanks for ruining my indie cred--or have you?

16 April 2010

New Orleans Has a Caveat

I thought this hit home perfectly. A blog post written by a friend of mine. If you like this, please visit her blog:

"In many ways, this past weekend was a New Orleans classic for me. I rushed home from work, ran to the shower and was on Frenchmen within 20 minutes. After mixing my flask of whiskey with some diet I bought from the market, I met up with a friend from out of town and ran into a two groups of friends on the street. We all went into the bar together and drank pitchers of Andygator until we decided to walk two blocks to the other great bar. We drank more, my friend from out of town went to Bourbon with a girl I just introduced her to, and I end up in my bed realizing my wallet was still at the bar. Damn.

Spent the afternoon on Saturday having one of the best philosophical conversations of my life, then drove to Mid-City and went to a friend of a friend's birthday crawfish boil. Ate so much crawfish I felt a little ill and started to feel like these people I'd just met were going to end up being the best friends of my life. Exhausted, found out Rebirth was playing for free at the French Quarter Fest and we all pile into an SUV. I sit in the way-back and get to watch the city move backwards.

Eventually we park, go to the port-o-potties by the aquarium. A drunk tourist screams that "You just can't fucking trust these people in New Orleans" and the girl behind me tells me and the guy behind me, all of us strangers, "I really like the people in New Orleans.". We all smile and nod in agreement.

We dissolve into the crowd. Rebirth is in the last 20 minutes of their set. The sun is setting behind the stage that is right on the Mississippi river. A fucking steam boat passes as they play for god sakes. They're really grooving now, the songs are well over 8 minutes, the transitions between tunes difficult to parse out. I can't help but bounce my butt up and down and simultaneously feel like they're singing the most profound lyrics I've ever heard. Is there ever a moment when Do Watcha Wanna doesn't feel deeply, penetratingly true, completely undeniable? I feel exalted, heavenly, of a special breed. How is it that I have been lucky enough to be from, to truly be a part of, the best city in the entire world? Is there anywhere else where pure joy like this is allowed its rightful position as ultimate, singular goal? It seems that the rest of the world is constantly trying to carve out a time for these activities, to neatly differentiate from 'festive' time, where this ecstasy is permitted, and 'regular' time, where things are not suppose to be this fun, where we must do things that we all know are unpleasant, where this is the definition of work. Where we are suppose to pretend that we are all just individuals who happen to be residing in a similar area, not a community. Live our lives as if we are just trying to tolerate each other's intrusions on our privacy, instead of realizing it is precisely those intrusions that make us who we are. We are not suppose to stand together, young and old, rich and poor, black and white, hispanic and asian, and dance to the music that resides in all of our bellies. We are not to bask in the glorious connectedness that makes all of us feel whole again, knowing that everyone in this community is united in similar pleasures, supported by familiar pains.

I end the night on Frenchmen street. I order the drinks friends miles away might order, and reminisce to another friend about drinks we all had together, some other night. It's like everyone whose ever lived New Orleans with me is with me when I'm back with her. I spend a while talking to an older black man who runs a theater company on the Westbank. We talk about the racism that is implicit in our conversation, even when we don't feel any judgment from each other, as some of my white friends come to ask me if I'm okay. And still, we connect. Eventually, I get a ride home with some people from the Crawfish boil. Our walk across the city leaves us all desperate for the bathroom. The driver negotiates with the valet at the hotel. We end up parking for free.

When I get home, I log on to Nola.COM, buzzed from the high of such a classic New Orleans weekend. And then the Headline reads: 7 SHOT AT CHARTRES AND CANAL ST., LEAVING THE FRENCH QUARTER FESTIVAL. New Orleans has a caveat.

"Oh, and 15 people were shot in New Orleans in the past three days, including Saturday’s octuple shooting on Canal Street. The weekend before, 13 people were shot.

This is a real crisis.

New Orleans must fundamentally remake its police department and larger criminal justice system so that it can effectively uphold the law and pursue justice and safety for its residents. It is not about the pursuit of a flowery ideal – criminal-justice reform is a matter of life and death for the residents of New Orleans more than it is about avoiding more international embarrassment and shame.

There is also the matter of race. There is simply no denying that the consequences of our broken criminal justice system disproportionately harm the African American community. It isn’t just that there is a racist subtext (and obvious context) to be condemned while examining the attitudes of NOPD officers toward suffering African American New Orleans residents stranded in September 2005. It is the patently disproportionate harm experienced by African American residents throughout the criminal justice system. While the NOPD crisis is such that everyone can share in their disgust, there is simply no denying the historical precedent within the African American community." --

4/12/10, @The Lens by Eli Ackerman

New Orleans, no matter how glorious, how heavenly, how purposeful it seems, has an equally horrific caveat, a taste of the devil and his destruction paired with every manna like bite. Until this wound heals, descriptions of New Orleans will always--SHOULD always have a but. We can not toast to its recovery when our citizens are dying in its streets. I'm as guilty of this as anybody. When outsiders ask about the crime rates, I tell them, "Oh you don't have to worry about it, nothing will happen to you, because you're rich and white. Crime does not effect people like us." All the time denying, that the crime IS us. That we basically ignore these things that go on in our streets defines who we are as individuals. As we let it continue and carry on with our lives, we turn a blind eye to horrible suffering that we could potentially do something about.

I often struggle with, well what could I do? There are too many factors, too many causes, too many unsolvable situations. Luckily, the Silence is Violence organization has provided a great start. And just imagine the kind of power they could have if we all dedicated a day, or two, to volunteer with this organization? The point is not that we could definitely solve the problem. Rather, the gesture would recognize our role in perpetuating violence: simply that we do not speak out against it loud enough, and do our part to make the city whole again. If you love New Orleans, your words can not be against the people who are bearing the brunt of this violence. This is not us vs. them, an argument, a time to point fingers, a time to fight . This should be a call for peace. A recognition of our mutual, eternal, essential human agreement, that we allow each other to live.

15 April 2010

Muppet Movie Camera Test

Cute. Be sure not to miss Fozzie impressing the IRL cows with his comedic routine at the end.

Richard Ankrom and the Sign That Wasn't

So the story goes like this: Richard Ankrom got fed up with the confusion on a freeway in Los Angeles. To improve said clarity, he sewed an official uniform and melded an Interstate 5 sign to affix to the preexisting sign. It stayed that way for a decade. The hilarious part? People started calling it art, even getting a review in the LA Times.
The story is better told here.

06 April 2010

Marfa, Texas

After reading a post on Hipstercrite, I was tempted to find out about the town of Marfa, Texas, which is apparently the (second) coolest place to be in Texas.
Marfa is seemingly a former boom town in Texas, due to its location as a railroad stop. It's popularity recently boomed--well, it has 2,000 people now--when the modern artist, Donald Judd, moved there in 1971. While there, he created a few museums specifically created to house all permanent collections of artists. It also is the home to the Marfa Lights (similar to the Gurdon Lights, my fellow Arkansans), which are unexplained natural lights seen in the distance past the town. Also, Giant (1956 movie) was filmed there, as well as both No Country for Old Men and There Will Be Blood.

Check out the Wikipedia article. And let's put this one on the to-visit list, shall we?

01 April 2010

Horse Neyy Coming from Human Voice whatidonteven

I am not just interested by the noises this BM can make, but also I am really intrigued by this person! I cannot tear my eyes away from her. I hope she makes it big.

16 March 2010

Charles Manson's Epic Answer

Something I had forgotten about until I heard him mentioned today. It would be funny if it weren't so scary.

15 March 2010

I like this guy.

Political hilarity.

From The Raw Story:

In a piquant fundraising email to supporters Sunday -- hard-edged even for the Democrats' newest quote machine -- Rep. Alan Grayson (D-FL) went all out on former Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin.

His remarks, which came after Palin criticized him during a trip to Florida, are perhaps the sharpest attack made on the former vice presidential candidate by a member of Congress.

Speaking in Orlando on Friday, Palin said she "got to meet quite a few candidates who are lining up in a contested primary who want to take out Alan Grayson."

She added: "What can you say about Alan Grayson? Piper is with me tonight, so I won't say anything about Alan Grayson that can't be said around children."

Grayson's email reply was straight to the point. He began by referring to Palin as "the former half-term Governor, current-nothing and future-even-less," and snapped, "Atypically, Palin was wearing clothes that she had paid for herself."

The email continues: "In response to Palin's attack on Rep Grayson, Grayson actually complimented Palin. Grayson praised Palin for having a hand large enough to fit Grayson's entire name on it. He thanked Palin for alleviating the growing shortage of platitudes in Central Florida. Grayson added that Palin deserved credit for getting through the entire hour-long program without quitting. Grayson also said that Palin really had mastered Palin's imitation of Tina Fey imitating Palin. Grayson observed that Palin is the most-intelligent leader that the Republican Party has produced since George W. Bush."

The Florida Democrat also introduced a reference to the recently released film, Alice in Wonderland.

What effect might Palin's criticism have? he asked rhetorically.

"As the Knave's horse says in Alice in Wonderland, 'dogs will believe anything,'" he replies. "I'm sure Palin knows all about politics in Central Florida, since from her porch she can see Winter Park," part of Grayson's district.

The email continues:

Grayson said that the Alaskan chillbilly was welcome to return to Central Florida anytime, as long as she brings lots of money with her, and spends it. "I look forward to an honest debate with Governor Palin on the issues, in the unlikely event that she ever learns anything about them," Grayson added, alluding to Politifact's "liar, liar, pants on fire" evaluation of much of what Palin has said .

Scientists are studying Sarah Palin's travel between Alaska and Florida carefully. They hope to learn more about the flight patterns of that elusive migratory species, the wild Alaskan dingbat.

Grayson's comparison of Palin to an elusive bird appears to be part of the congressman's flying animal repertoire: he used a bat as a metaphor for what he asserted was the "bloodthirsty" nature of former Vice President Dick Cheney in a TV appearance last October.

"I have trouble listening to what he says sometimes, because of the blood that drips from his teeth while he's talking," Grayson said on Hardball. "But my response is this: He's just angry because the president doesn't shoot old men in the face. But by the way, when he was done speaking, did he just then turn into a bat and fly away?"

Another memorable Grayson quote came the same month, when he said, "Fox News and their Republican collaborators are the enemy of America. They're the enemy of anybody who cares about health care in this country, the enemy of anybody who cares about educating their children, the enemy of anybody who wants energy independence or anything good for this country. And certainly the enemy of peace, there's no doubt about that. They are the enemy."

Last month, Mother Jones claimed that Grayson was spirited away during a coup in Niger by a Blackwater subsidiary, a company he has railed against, but it didn't stop him from rebuking private US contractors.

"The Congressman does not deny that there is admirable work being done by some employees of private contractors," spokesman Todd Jurkowski said. "However, he stands by his criticism of companies who have been found to cheat the American people, defraud our government, and unnecessarily risk the lives of members of our military, all in the name of making a profit."

14 March 2010

Candy Slice and the Slicers

Two or so weeks ago, I posted a video of Fred Armisen doing his thing on SNL as an hommage to punk rock, but after watching the Eric Idle/Kate Bush episode on season four, Fred Armisen is retreading old territory (in a great new way, obviously). On this episode, Gilda Radner portrays a Patti Smith-like character named Candy Slice. I can not find the performance on YouTube, but it kicks ASS. Like, Gilda has a great voice and stage presence. Even if she is imitating Patti Smith (in 1978? SNL IS SO FUCKING AWESOME!), I would still buy the record.
This video is of Gilda performing "Gimme Mick" live as Candy Slice in '79, which is also hilarious and legitimately great.

Warhol Time Capsule 21

This website is a collection of things that were found in one of Andy Warhol's infamous time capsule boxes. Pictured here is a letter from Mumps singer Lance Loud to Warhol. Also in the capsule: an unopened copy of Sticky Fingers (for which he created the album cover), pictures drawn by his mother, news clippings of himself, and other assorted goodies. Really interesting for the Warhol fan.

13 March 2010

Oh man. I wish I could go to Hot Springs.

So, this year's The First Ever Seventh Annual World's Shortest St. Patrick's Day Parade on Bridge Street in Hot Springs, Arkansas is a very special parade.
IT'S SO SPECIAL that Bo Derek is the Parade Marshall. My bets were on Bob Saget, Steve Gutenberg, George Wendt (reprise) and a few others (will tell whenever I can remember), but BO DEREK! Wow, that's way cooler than I imagined. Well, she's joining a very special group of parade marshalls, including John Ratzenberger, Mike Rowe, Mario Lopez, Pauly Shore, and George Wendt.
Tell me how it goes, will ya?

10 March 2010

The Detroit Forest

As all fourteen (one) of you know, I am quite intrigued by the downfall of Detroit, Michigan. If you didn't know, Detroit has been coming slowly to its demise, due to economic collapse and the downfall of the automotive industry in the United States.
Well, the city is considering downsizing. The mostly vacant spots of Detroit, up to 1/4 of the city's area, would be turned into vegetable farms. The residents of these areas would be moved to "stronger neighborhoods," says the Washington Post article. People who used to come to work from the suburbs would be driving through the countryside, not the empty buildings of old car manufacturers, to get there.

Photo of the ugly/beautiful vacant Michigan Central Station, which I'm sure would be part of the Detroit Forest.

RIP Corey Haim

The actor who appears in several of my personal favorite movies, Corey Haim, died last night of a probable drug overdose. He was in Lucas, Liscence to Drive, Silver Bullet, and, of course, The Lost Boys. Though he was a bit of a prick in his latter years, he will still be missed. RIP Corey. Nice headband.

07 March 2010

The Forty Worst Rob Liefield Drawings

Not just for comic book nerds like myself, this website hilariously dissects the forty worst drawings by comic legend Rob Liefield, whose style defined the '90s.

Here's number 20, which is quite a hoot:
"Here’s a game to play: which one of those fingers is a thumb? Give up? So did Rob Liefeld!

The guy with the swords, as touched on before, is another of Rob’s creations, Shatterstar. His power is that he has swords and boxing headgear, and also that he has a star around one eye because Paul Stanley is totally a badass you guys.

Anyway, Shatterstar has all these swords all the time, and Rob Liefeld cannot grasp the basic concept of how the blade of a sword sits on the hilt. Or hey, maybe he just doesn’t give a shit. Here you see the blade kind of resting diagonally or almost perpendicular to the hilt, probably because he used a ruler to draw the blade and then was like “Hey I used a tool to make sure that line was straight, now kiss my ass, PHYSICS.”

In addition, either Reaper is tiny and Shatterstar is crouching down in to chop his hand off, or else he is jumping for no reason in such a way as to not gain any leverage or anything, just to be awkward.


15 February 2010

Wes Anderson's Spiderman

Weird. Two director parodies in the same week.
And how good is this Owen Wilson imitation?!

We Are the World for Haiti 2010

Mixed feelings, honestly.
1. First and foremost, you can say anything about Celine, but Mrs. Oldcanadianfucker really destroyed Cyndi Lauper's part, which was perfect to begin with.
2. Lionel Ritchie's orgasm face while he is lip-synching with said part is pretty incredible.
3. I like the Janet/Michael duet. I thought it was tasteful and both of them have great voices that mix well with eachother.
4. It's cool that they included rappers for a song which is completely sung in its original form.
5. Kanye's part is really well-written and powerful. I like the Katrina reference, especially since he could've reopened his "George Bush is a racist" can of worms regarding that, but clearly didn't give a shit. Good job, Kanye. Your heart is in the right place.
6. It's good that Barbara Streisand stopped being a bitch long enough to go sing a song for someone else's benefit for seven seconds.
1. First and foremost (again), not including any indie artists, especially since indie fans are probably the only people who knew this song in the first place, is unwise. There are lots of indie artists out there who have unique voices (Joanna Newsom, Wayne Coyne, Jeff Tweedy, Thom Yorke, Robin Pecknold, Sam Beam, Justin Vernon, Fever Ray, Neko Case, Zombie Jay Reatard) that wouldn't have oversung the song like it ended up being.
2. Why is it that Tony Bennett and Barbara Streisand the only "classic" artists represented here? I know Bruce and Stevie Wonder were on the first one, but why not even include them?
4. I don't like how the video starts with Justin Bieber [sp?] singing with Jennifer Hudson and the Pussycat Dolls chick backing him up. Isn't that kind of racist? MJ wouldn't have stood for that.
5. Jennifer Nettle from Sugarland. What is she doing with her face and her voice? Gimme some time to figure out who she's imitating, and, after vomiting, I will reveal that information to you.
6. This is a big one: Wyclef's faux accent and singing voice is not just annoying, it's offensive. Yeah, he lived in Haiti for the first thirteen years of his life, but he doesn't have an accent naturally anymore!
7. When was the last time Pink was relevant? Why does she have more than one solo?
8. Oh my god. Jamie Foxx, read this carefully and repeatedly: YOU ARE NOT FUCKING RAY CHARLES. HE IS DEAD. AND YOU ARE NOT HIM. Why is it even remotely acceptable to do an impression of him in the middle of a song which is intended to give aid to a people whose country was demolished and hundreds of thousands of whom died?

I'd like to hear your opinions, so don't hesitate to reply, unless you disagree.
But regardless of where you stand on the remake of the song, please don't hesitate in giving to this community. Ten bucks, c'mon!

08 February 2010

SNL: Crisis of Conformity

I read a while ago that Fred Armisen was a big punk rocker, and now that he's proven it, I love him more.
This is a lot like that time Fear came on SNL per John Belushi's request. If you haven't seen it, I would recommend finding it.

03 February 2010

The Joy Theatre

I was checking Reddit today, and one of the posts on the front page was a picture of the Joy Theatre on Canal Street in New Orleans. Being that I always am amazed by the beauty and potential of this building, I figured I'd look it up. A brief synopsis is below, but if you click this link, many people discuss their experiences in the Joy Theatre, including the granddaughter of Mr. Joy Houck, its founder. It's sweet to feel how nostalgic they are about the theatre. Has anyone seen this documentary?

From No More Joy, a documentary about "the rise and fall of New Orleans's movie theatres":

"In 1946, it was announced that the first movie theatre in 20 years was
to be erected on Canal Street.

On February 7, 1947, the Joy Theatre opened at a cost of $275,000
and seated 1,250 patrons. The ultra-modern theatre was to be
equipped with a “crying room” – the first of its kind in New Orleans.

The Joy was built by long-time theatre operators Joy Houck (the
Theatre’s namesake) and Levere Montgomery, Sr. and the Architect
was B. W. Stevens.

The Joy would be home to Universal Pictures, which at that time was
one of the smaller of the major film companies. “Lover Come Back” with
Lucille Ball was the opening feature with Dan Duryea live on stage.
Throughout the 1950’s and early ‘60’s, Universal made some well
known films such as “The Egg and I,” which started the Ma & Pa Kettle
series. Others include “Tammy and the Bachelor,” “Imitation of Life,”
“Operation Petticoat” and Rock Hudson films like “Pillow Talk,” and
“Come September,” and the Joy featured them all.

The Joy Theatre closed in 2003 after years of lackluster ticket sales and after the theater's manager was evicted for violations of the lease agreement, including late payments on rent.

Then in August of 2005, the flood following Hurricane Katrina inundated the structure. To this day, the future of the Joy is undetermined."

These pictures are of the Joy, the one I found today and one from LONG AGO.