New York, NY. 11 September, 2001. As seen from the International Space Station.

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I think it was Thriller. If you didn't own a copy of Thriller--an original copy, on vinyl--whose cover you dragged around everywhere or studied endlessly or pinned to your wall. If you didn't, as a child, dance around your room or your living room to "Beat It" and feel cool. If you didn't see a man moonwalk. If you didn't or didn't know anyone who owned and wore a single glove, preferably a perfect replica--white with silver sequins. If you didn't. But in a few cases, maybe it wasn't Thriller. Maybe it was Bad or even something later. All I'm saying is, if you didn't have a certain childhood memory that you can associate with him, before he was an abstract concept, a tabloid conceit...then you probably can't relate. But for some of us, he was a "strand of our cultural DNA," as John Mayer put it.

Or as Touré said the day of, "If you remember Michael Jackson as a weirdo you didn't know him. There was a long, beautiful, groundbreaking career before all that stuff."

Read more... )
First of all, RIP Konrad Dannenberg. Don't know who he is? Well, he's one of the men who put a human being on the moon! See When The Germans, And Rockets, Came to Town, a favorite article of mine, for more details in general and NASA's own Legendary Rocket Pioneer Visits Kennedy. Or you know, any of the articles shooting across various news wires today.

"In an interview with The Associated Press on the 30th anniversary of the first moon landing, Dannenberg said of all the rocket launches, the test launch of the V-2 on Oct. 3, 1942, stood out the most. It soared 53 miles high, just past the 50-mile point where space begins. It was the first rocket to break that barrier."

Can you imagine what that felt like?

How did I learn about Dannenberg's death? From Twitter, of course. My favorite tweet this week (from Quest while at a gentleman's club): "lol @ 6 people outtin me on twitter like this is some gossip girl ep: SPOTTED AT STRIP CLUB W/ 4 HONEY DIPS, DR AFRO LOVE LOL"

I am down to Scumdog Nixon as my last Best Picture nominee to watch, having finished The Curious Case of Benjamin Button the other night. I thought I kind of liked it, but when I wrote a capsule review on Facebook, this came out: Lovely and well-acted, but based on an absurd premise that provokes more questions than it answers. Worst of all, the inclusion of Katrina is not only hamhanded, but cheap and offensive--it's the real curiosity considering Pitt's work with Make It Right Nola.

Um, thumbs down?

Urgh, I hate this story about the chimp in Connecticut, particularly all the "Ooh, what could have caused it? Could have it been Xanax or the Dow or the position of the moon?"

Or was it the fact that THE CHIMP IS A WILD ANIMAL? Have you heard about Frodo, the on-and-off alpha male at Gombe?

Frodo seized the position of alpha male in 1997, taking advantage of his brother Freud when the latter came down with mange. By then, however, his instinct for dominance had already produced a series of violent run-ins with prominent Homo sapiens. In 1988, for example, "Far Side" cartoonist Gary Larson was the target of Frodo's belligerence. Larson walked away from the tussle with only bruises and scratches, but his caricatures of primates as malevolent geniuses gained a sudden authenticity. A year later Frodo jumped on Goodall and thrashed her head so thoroughly that he nearly broke her neck. In the wake of that incident Goodall has consistently refused to enter Frodo's territory without a pair of bodyguards along for protection.

Oh and what happened after those incidents? "...Frodo snatched and killed the child of a Tanzanian park worker." To quote Cracked (on the subject of the dingo, but still), "It took 7,000 years of breeding and training to make your pet dog. This is not your pet dog." And hey, look--that post is where I learned about Frodo in the first place.

In other news, I fulfilled a cheese dream last weekend. I finally got some Rogue River Blue and it is everything that I hoped it could be. I was a little nervous when I was perusing the cheese counter and the guy asked me if I needed help--I didn't want to have that awkward conversation where you have to be like, "Actually...I already have a cheese advisor." [As per our previous talk, I also got Gjetost. As I was raised by Norwegians (on my dad's side), I am charmed by it. As a person who likes cheese, I am unsettled by it. I'm going to have to do some more experimenting with it, maybe try it in some recipes. "The Norwegian game sauce suits excellent game meals as for example reindeer." No, not that one.]

Speaking of food, I have to bounce 'cause it's dinnertime, but first--a conversation I had with my grandmother.

Me: Oh, MIA had her baby.
My grandmother: Oh, I knew that already.

PS: I don't care what anyone says--I am psyched about Inglourious Basterds.
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.

"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
"When you can no longer make a fist."

Years later I smile to think of that journey,
the borders we must cross separately,
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand.

--Naomi Shihab Nye

From an email I just wrote: There's a sadness in me, thinking that just before I was staggering through my house repeating "I will not die, I will not die," DFW was believing that he should.

Rest in peace, Mr. Wallace. And for the rest of y'all, if you're thinking of suicide, read this first.

Some people say
It's what we deserve
For sins against g-d
For crimes in the world
I wouldn't know
I'm just holding the fort
Since that day
They wounded New York.

There's A Hole In The City

Bernie Mac, dead at 50.

EDIT: Great clip at Jezebel of his entrance onstage during the Original Kings of Comedy tour. I hope he got a reception like that in heaven as well.
EDIT: There were two George Carlin videos here, but they have since been removed from yt.

More later, when I've regained the full functioning of my extremities.
wolfpangs: (storyville)
*Recently, I participated in a decant circle (wherein one person buys a bottle or bottles of perfume and decants them into smaller sizes for several people--it's a great way to try without buying a whole bottle) that [ profile] honey_cat ran and it was so awesome. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing--I'd never heard of the scents before and had never bought from h_c before, so it was cool to be pleasantly surprised.

First of all, the presentation was ADORABLE. I bought from her Operation: Super Bad circle, for the line Super Bad. Unfortunately, by the time I heard about the circle, most of the slots were taken so I missed out on some scents I would have liked to try (French Model Breakfast!). But I did get:

Bonita Loca – “She’s really quite pretty…if you can get past all that crazy.” Big hair and blue eye shadow never hurt anyone, but watch out for that huge handbag. Sparkly mint topped with an ample slosh of booze over fresh lemon and crisp apple.

Japanese Cowgirl – Konichiwa, Pardner! East embraces West with tart yuzu softened with saddle suede.

Tea & Intrigue – You might not earn much as a waitress in a hookah bar, but what you learn is far more valuable. Velvety black tea, tawny tobacco leaf, a touch of smoke, cooled with cucumber.

I am really happy with the scents I got, though. The only one that doesn't really work for me is Japanese Cowgirl--I'm just not big on citrus.

But back to the presentation! I'd forgotten about this circle so I was confused when I got a package with "Top Secret" written on the outside. The first thing I pulled out was a letter sealed with an envelope reading "For Your Eyes Only," which described the "disguise oils" I was receiving, as well as the baggie of gadgetry (it's a secret). It was fantastic and I must say, quite the improvement over the last circle I was in, ahem. And apparently, she does this regularly.

*In other product rave news, I must indulge in cleaning nerdery and sing the praises of Folex carpet cleaner. As I alluded to when describing my dream car, my car's cupholders have problems keeping the cups from toppling over and out. So, I'd built up a lovely patchwork of Coke stains in the back floorboard. Folex is amazing, yo. It's like some kind of infomercial kind of shit--But don't take just my word for it!

*I bought the People issue with the Jodie Sweetin and her bebe cover for my sister, since she used to love FH and look who's in the baby's room!

That was actually a pretty interesting issue--there was a photo spread from Mary Ellen Mark featuring prom couples and a "Body Watch" piece on Kristen Johnson. I was idling my brain while Joseph Gordon Levitt's version of "I Don't Want to Live on the Moon" was playing last week and I started wondering what she was doing nowadays. Well, there's this. I don't even know what to say about that. Except...I want a doughnut.

I've been busy doing critical doughnut research... )

***I would prefer not to think about that photo of Paul Newman Martha Stewart posted, so instead I will watch this clip and contemplate the manner in which I would hit it.

"I want to thank all the women who have worn my clothes, the famous and the unknown, who have been so faithful to me and given me so much joy."

associated press
wolfpangs: (love)
PARIS — Albert Hofmann, the mystical Swiss chemist who gave the world LSD, the most powerful psychotropic substance known, died Tuesday at his hilltop home near Basel, Switzerland. He was 102.

NY Times

Merci beaucoup, Dr.

Albert Hofmann, gone fission.
wolfpangs: (bammer)
Watching the 20/20 special tonight, I had two thoughts in rapid succession:

1) Joran van der Sloot is almost certainly telling the truth to his buddy Patrick. Maybe I'm way offbase but I don't see why someone would bother correcting a minor detail like what phone he used if he were just making up a story.

2) I could kick this douche in the face with one of [ profile] start_0ver's boots and not feel a moment's regret.

And then one more kick for the honor of Alabama.


May. 17th, 2006 04:10 pm
Ramrod, gone fission.



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