"... there is something about the unfathomable night sky that just makes it such a good target for wishes... they go out and never come back"
I have no idea where I read it. I googled it and searched possible books on my shelf, even asked some lit people that might know.
Help me hivemind! It's been driving me crazy!
I have been watching Troy Miller for a year now. He reminds me of me at his age in my bedroom dancing to Sinead O'Connor songs with a bed sheet and nude. Right! The thing is his whole Youtube page was suspended again. This is the second time he has had to rebuild his viewing audience. Wow that Youtube is getting to be like a strict parent. :-( They can wipe out your whole history with a press of a button. It took me awhile to find his new page today but I found that Sexy Bitch.
The air is slightly thinner here; not so much that you gasp for breath, but enough to make running up the stairs slightly more noticeable.
The view has blown away my hangover; last night we tried the local brew - a rice beer flavoured with millet seed and drunk througha bamboo straw.
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I'm sure I'm not the first person to comment on the fact that no matter how thin and gorgeous and all-around young-looking Demi Moore is, there is NO WAY her hip bone is a straight line that extends into a wider thigh. I imagine that if that swath of cloth were removed, we'd see a little Photoshopped "flesh step" there. And I don't think that W is doing Demi any favors by changing what is, I'm sure, an absolutely fabulous set of hips. She don't need your freakin' Photoshop, guys! LEAVE DEMI ALONE!
does anyone have a link to the video?
Dan Cortese, of course, was the first person to become famous for douchebaggery, way back in the early '90s. You remember those really, really, really annoying Burger King "BK" commercials that he did. Such swagger, he had! So smug, he was! Blech! And that hair! Well, he had long since been relegated to the dustbin of pop culture history (and rightly so) UNTIL TODAY. I have no idea what sort of shenanigans went down last night between Kirstie and him, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not let this be the beginning of a Cortese comeback! (via Jezebel)
Archival photo of designer Marc Jacobs dressed as a giant camel toe for Christmas. (via The Antipodean Homo)
- While home a few months ago, I saw an advert for Lesser Spotted Ulster, a nice TV series about a nice man who walks around the province and talks to various nice people. I was kind of delighted to see that the music chosen to accompany the ad was the (gentle, soft-spoken, but perhaps not technically nice) Walk on the Wild Side.
- One there was a nice man called Tim Powers, and he thought to write a book set in the Caribbean, combining three of the things that area is known for: voodoo, rum, and pirates. And so he wrote 'On Stranger Tides', which is a great romp, and later it was going to be made into a film. Not one of those famous voodoo/rum/pirates films... well, not yet.
- I had some cycle training a few years ago, when I lived not very far from what I do now. In fact the training started in Victoria Park, as it's a big green space reasonably nearby that I can ride around in for ages without ending up under a truck (which was a bit of a problem in those days: "Well, you've clearly managed the left turn there, and oh no under a truck again"). We then took it to the streets! Ending up on Mile End Road, trying to cross three lanes of traffic, except there wasn't any traffic there so I didn't really learn anything. Ironically the only regular problem I've had with that manoeuvre in last two years has been coming into Mile End Junction from the other direction. Anyway, I recently realised that it can't really be that far from here, and so a few weekends ago I went back to retrace my tracks. Strahan Road is where I learned to start in the road, and take turns (onto what is apparently also Strahan Road). Then down to Grove Road, where I learned turning right across traffic (past the bridge, just where you can see the car coming out), and over to the Tredegar Road, where I learned the terrors of the roundabout. Then down to Mile End Road, and the unhelpful end to the lesson. I don't have any real point here, except that I liked retracing them and fitting them together with other roads I knew around there, and I like that technology means I can share them with you.
- We had some people come in and talk to us about health insurance this week, and one of them had a leaflet describing what in each of the categories listed their plan did cover, and what it didn't. Fertile ground as always in the complimentary medicine category - if it does cover Hopi Ear Candles, what will it balk at? The answers are the mysterious sounding Vega Therapy*, and ... hair analysis. I suspect it's strand-by-strand, but hope that some people are actually trying to claim back money for someone to come in and tell them that they like what they've done with it.
- I'll do a proper post on the proper filter regarding house stuff, but holy crap!
*Which turns out to be some electroacupuncture business. I was hoping it was a course of cassettes on which the former frontman of Suicide explains for 45 minutes that he invented punk, and at the end you're quite glad you're not Alan Vega.
I got the DO's covered, but I'm pretty sure all those damn DON'Ts have spoiled my chances. Gosh, do you REMEMBER a time when the Hoff was this dreamy? I vaguely remember being in love with him when he was Snapper on The Young and the Restless (OMG! Snapper and Cricket 4EVER!) but that was, like, 1973 or something. My God, it's been a while since he's aroused such passion in my loins! I think I need a cigarette,! (via The Blaahg)
Bruce Weber was there to capture the sparks that flew when Hurley from Lost (Jorge Garcia) met Christie Brinkley, during a fashion shoot for Vogue Germany. OK, they might not actually be in love, technically speaking. And they might not actually be a new couple, if you want get picky about it. But imagine what a wonderful world it would be if they WERE? (via Everybody Loves Jasmine)
A collection of videos catching spectacularly overjoyed dogs welcoming their masters home from war. Earsplitting and heartwarming. And earsplitting. (via boingboing)
I want, over a series of Click Opera posts, as we approach the end of the year and the end of the decade, to look back at my noughties, and specifically the five or six albums I released. If I had to conjure a single metaphor for how the decade felt to me, back in 2000, I'd liken it to a blank piece of paper. I felt as if there were no rules, no commercial expectations. Just as I was free to travel (I spent the decade in New York, in Tokyo, then, mostly, in Berlin), I was also free to "experiment", to make things up as I went along, to improvise, to develop a sonic grammar that was mine alone; an electronic folk-lieder aimed as much at the "salons" of Chelsea art galleries as the rock circuit.
Although some of my more conservative fans -- notably Swede John Thelin, once (as "Count V") the mainstay of the alt.fan.momus newsgroup -- characterised the noughties as a time in which "Momus forgot how to write proper songs", others -- notably the Web 2.0 generation, who ranked Nervous Heartbeat and Frilly Military at least as high, in terms of YouTube views, as my old hit Hairstyle of the Devil -- liked my noughties stuff better than what had gone before. With 154,000 views this -- my 2001 collaboration with Montréal group Bran Van 3000, reggaeton vocalist Eek-a-Mouse and actress Liane Balaban -- is the most-viewed Momus-related track on YouTube:
So how did things stand with me, musically and stylistically, at the lead-in of this "fresh reel of blank tape" of a decade, the one we learned to represent with two zeroes? I think a key track -- and one I still like a lot -- is my 2000 collaboration with Dusseldorf band Kreidler, entitled Mnemorex. It's key to what comes later because, for a start, it proposes a new sort of electronic folk song:
As in the Bran Van 3000 song, I'm only responsible for the topline melody and the words and singing here, but this points the way forward -- my 2008 collaboration with Joe Howe is still very much on the same page:
Mnemorex also points forward in the sense that it's German, and references Japan (the Osaka World's Fair, also known as Expo '70), and I'll spend most of the 00s with a predominantly German-Japanese frame of reference. Even living in New York between 2000 and 2002, the records I was listening to were mostly made by Berliners like Tarwater, F.S. Blumm, Pole and Rechenzentrum. In 2000 I returned to Europe to tour Germany with Kreidler, who really deserve their own Click Opera entry; after a long absence they released a new album last month called Mosaik 2014:
I don't want to snow the blank sheet with too much data, so I'll close this scene-setting entry. Next in this series I'll cover the first proper Momus album of the new decade, my, ahem, folktronica album, Folktronic. In that entry, and the ones that follow, I'll be re-listening to my noughties albums, tracing their influences, intentions and themes, and recalling the times and places they were made in. And one reason I'll be doing this is that it's pretty safe to hazard the guess that nobody else will, though there'll no doubt be endless artistic explorations of, for instance, the UK's Top 10 bestselling albums of the decade. Here they are, just to set the scene:
James Blunt Back To Bedlam
Dido No Angel
Amy Winehouse Back To Black
David Gray Wide Ladder
Dido Life For Rent
The Beatles 1
Leona Lewis Spirit
Coldplay A Rush Of Blood To The Head
Keane Hopes And Fears
Scissor Sisters Scissor Sisters
Robert Pattinson looks so happy he's bursting into song, as he grabs Kristen Stewart's hand and whisks her through Bourget Airport in Paris. But far be it from ME to speculate on the status of this possible maybe kind of couple. I just think it's nice to see him happy once in a while. That sulky Method actor bit of his was getting on my nerves. (via Splash News)
Here we have Kim Kardashian fellating to a blow-pop, on the set of Keeping up with the Kardashians. Now, I would categorize Kimmy as being rather madia-savvy, wouldn't you? The girl certainly knows how to stay in the public eye. So how calculated is this picture? Could the girl with a big ass and a sex tape REALLY not know how this pic will be received? Is she just a deeply sensual girl who unconsciously sexualizes everything she does? Or if she DID knowingly pose for this picture, isn't that even sadder than Phoebe Price squeezing melons at the Farmer's Market or Pamela Anderson letting her ass fall out every time she sees a runway? And am I really one to judge? I mean, I'm posting the damn picture. I'm perpetuating Kim's ability to get press by acting like a bimbo. I don't know, I find this all rather depressing. (via Celebslam)
It may have been brought on by hackers hitting a utility company's control sytems, as 60 Minutes claims, or by soot, as government officials insist, or by the celebrity overload of Madonna and her hot Brazilian boyfriend landing in Rio, as we suspect, but whatever's to blame, a massive power failure took down half the country of Brazil last night, bringing it to a sudden, dark standstill for two hours and causing "serious instability or unreachability in large portions of Brazil's telecommunications infrastructure," which is why we're still waiting to hear what happened when Mama Luz met Madge. Watch the lights come back on in the pretty video. (WaPo)
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