tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71184737008710004942024-03-21T10:58:46.235-07:00Temple PageantI spew semiprecious stones. Let's hope I can sop up the dribble.natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-73410553115178300042010-08-08T23:32:00.000-07:002010-08-09T00:11:34.939-07:00Kenneth Anger's Missoni Video<div>I claim no knowledge about the current fashion world and it will most likely stay that way, but I just discovered that Kenneth Anger shot a video for Missoni's* fall/winter collection and had to check it out. Now I'm going to go and reread the Lupe Velez chapter in Hollywood Babylon.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="440" height="185"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-n2fWtbj2U&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-n2fWtbj2U&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*To prove my ignorance, I misspelled Missoni about 6 times in a row so that it became a hybrid of 'maraschino' and 'massimo'</div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-75334523054212080092010-08-08T18:59:00.000-07:002010-08-09T00:14:38.604-07:00That road's been trodden downI made these nonsync videos when I was 15. Today was the first time I had watched them since that year. That was a period of major creative influx/me writing fan mail to Hettie Jones. I'm still in the thick of it really; a hyper-referential, soul-searching baby. AND I just googled the "best first motorcycles for women."<div><br /></div><div><br /><div>Zen Glister: Part 1.</div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w1ttDed90Ho&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w1ttDed90Ho&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Zen Glister: Part 2</div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bGgeg71eWQ&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bGgeg71eWQ&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Trance of Fame</div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEwIiKRrWz0&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEwIiKRrWz0&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-39315539550037639302010-07-08T00:00:00.000-07:002010-07-13T16:12:49.495-07:00this is your brain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVee9sdxaSkZHfphLNJcvwEC98rYmmFVK2FBQ4dPde8BdgTIa0i_7wcIyyjr1kLGYETHj_MWmECT4kBl1ZlA72z-s0019BDf4rbk9Nxxg8SNfvEtw1C0YgMljJLQoim0qjbN4VkakVQ0o/s1600/35295_1417647675608_1065090137_31004356_8121781_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVee9sdxaSkZHfphLNJcvwEC98rYmmFVK2FBQ4dPde8BdgTIa0i_7wcIyyjr1kLGYETHj_MWmECT4kBl1ZlA72z-s0019BDf4rbk9Nxxg8SNfvEtw1C0YgMljJLQoim0qjbN4VkakVQ0o/s320/35295_1417647675608_1065090137_31004356_8121781_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491428490388503762" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5OCPjO18nVju2TP4b5C1WdAHsaPvk_e7A1MGmtYD4_PtfRYhcUOrFm_SH7I0LvvtfXQ1xoapfNaTWxGQF5zF0fVT5Fd3izuS-roAxUFQkzjP1JP181dxg7T_Ri6vIKLmMjSVGdexw3Wg/s320/IMG_8682-2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491428479253158162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlEqzUb9hN5ymA7zkpgCw-EgIBE_8OyzLLv_RCvyK3ELgd2SkGPw9hpMZ1o5bDZ9H1Z25CyglDcFDxjErwiDuWmtCj6KlDJZXfEZ9aonoGPc0NNKHYo11hGyYBEmw2SKuwztV4MjCkyvY/s1600/29311_1417696396086_1042900074_1240592_2956503_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlEqzUb9hN5ymA7zkpgCw-EgIBE_8OyzLLv_RCvyK3ELgd2SkGPw9hpMZ1o5bDZ9H1Z25CyglDcFDxjErwiDuWmtCj6KlDJZXfEZ9aonoGPc0NNKHYo11hGyYBEmw2SKuwztV4MjCkyvY/s320/29311_1417696396086_1042900074_1240592_2956503_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491428484939560274" /></a><br /></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-75447864182132806432010-06-16T21:28:00.000-07:002010-07-13T16:13:45.631-07:00Shine on, Wasteland<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The desert was illuminated by alien lights foreign to the dust and dirt. The whole landscape was transported into a Roswell model, neon pacifiers taking the place of glowworms, bobbing in and out of focus, clenched between lips framed by perspiring skin.</span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A spotlight on the ground taunted a lost moth. It danced the dance of the seven veils above, its delicate turns and sways relentless for the blazing audience. Over time it began to drop lower and lower: grey fur swallowed up by the overpowering beam.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A girl was hunched nearby over the ground, heaving a shiny liquid. Glitter filament dotted her arms, her legs, the glimpse of skin showing underneath her slowly creeping miniskirt. The gold arcing out of her mouth covered the ground, noiselessly, cascading as softly as the amber locks that evaded her boyfriend's attention. He stood behind her, popping gum, looking over her collapsed body for a future girl to bend to his will. But his current lady was now on the move. Having finished expelling a days worth of designated hedonism, she straightened herself, all the while turning her head from side to side to lock eyes with anyone who might have been captivated by her stirring performance. She transmitted a message with glazed over eyes: </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My aim is better when I'm alone.</span></i></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-47441361195351849892010-03-30T01:02:00.000-07:002010-07-13T16:14:55.455-07:00What do I have in common with Carol Channing and Betty Ford? Tread softly...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Next year I'm diving head-first into a Grandma Moses painting. You'll probably be able to witness some of the damage; see the straggly-haired young woman in front of the red barn? Yeah, the one milking the cow with a look of pensive entropy taking over her face...let's hope her grip stays soft.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm all set for rural living. Slather me in maple syrup and roll me in a carpet, and then set the scene on fire while bagpipes play it off as a hoot- Screw toga parties. Those are for mouth-breathers and future business moguls alike. My place is with the patched-pants kids, ragamuffin heartthrobs, crafty little fuckers with will-o-the-wisp sideburns.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Bennington 2014. My only hope is for everyone to be okay if I walk around wearing leather suits and fur underwear, otherwise I may freeze and shatter into a million little Los Angeles-spoiled pieces.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Found these snaps of Bennington circa leather chokers and carefully placed rouge. I can dig it. I've already mastered the "gothic fear" look, as a boy with a bow & arrow in his car once told me.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vLzw0PPjZG1HVyfQoPGyuW-PnbUoBipxmocuRyHWLwOjG46qw-eLacY1h9YAzDzlRlpeyVFyR5puXlbFdMaNtiKqBLJVq97k1zslcAdp_8qItE1HsSwA-ofVdQPy7b-u2JQUYrkG-AM/s1600/n1626957222_138832_9643.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vLzw0PPjZG1HVyfQoPGyuW-PnbUoBipxmocuRyHWLwOjG46qw-eLacY1h9YAzDzlRlpeyVFyR5puXlbFdMaNtiKqBLJVq97k1zslcAdp_8qItE1HsSwA-ofVdQPy7b-u2JQUYrkG-AM/s320/n1626957222_138832_9643.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455453314702579730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEbXcX859hhyOV8D7f39P4mzuarBAOxWPasTL4pnMsg3l6j1AheVn5dOKgmXs93v-PCZQyI2JNmo402bhyphenhyphenRnWfY7aYVmAKea15WBfHYz4MuS2VwJ0s__ROU5SYK76fW4ztiaoELeSPIQ/s1600/n1626957222_138827_8259.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKIwWSBzGMvYNsKplHVyxG6ENJ8GBpTOoQCGHaDImVtnbifYx1Tategbbym0eulz6ILDgXNkS-ZM7pbdzHwtgd5CLAixE5A-nD09HMZRjmePvEnSFqOTKV-622Y-09HYo8E-Hvvpoa0w/s320/2980_87893021504_648466504_1625727_3442834_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455452680443181922" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-56838773604934740722010-02-16T20:09:00.000-08:002010-07-13T16:16:00.681-07:00My friends are nomadic wonders with acute knowledge of religious texts.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioO9VbNMFWs7_WPOl5ddiYDLfMIcuwWyqqDIZzs_08DYAkqfzrx5sn9F8WQax1-uzU9r4-Zjluaczid7LMHZqbGZqabOcNt871QOV0nv0hXv4FDUg8FOJhaj2toIDqQ9xFMAHkiCw5A9w/s1600-h/SCAN0030.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfoepcU-5GyBPOEcmVheuzW7fT6Z7Uog_vFhm2shlHn9TWqNjq93oitfqs_snswwjeYxSVO4IvmQ-TqPKUvOJtw4brdnICL2dFknqXpqZvj4sf7JPbJy43q9ygI4ImFSoWhPcYfiR6Ss/s400/SCAN0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439061256903298418" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-14492215948869319712010-02-08T21:51:00.000-08:002010-07-13T16:16:25.378-07:00"...................."<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/woVjL-KIcXo&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/woVjL-KIcXo&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and and and and andRIGHT!?……………………</span></span></span></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-91665053516627460612010-02-03T20:21:00.000-08:002010-07-13T16:18:03.487-07:00A sneak-peek at AFROTITI<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FzbETNUu4h0NsIW-kns2q3q-a6HHfBy1aFcyBCoQyVpz8DNndNlqOodiyShVtGQitd3PERd8fmZHlPvkq3Lt4JhdtZ0sENmY2lbmHGbKE1h6dAq_XANuTcPUGECYG-bgjFwp_Q8HlE0/s1600-h/queen-nefertiti2.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FzbETNUu4h0NsIW-kns2q3q-a6HHfBy1aFcyBCoQyVpz8DNndNlqOodiyShVtGQitd3PERd8fmZHlPvkq3Lt4JhdtZ0sENmY2lbmHGbKE1h6dAq_XANuTcPUGECYG-bgjFwp_Q8HlE0/s320/queen-nefertiti2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434240043790848162" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - SAME DAY</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';">Hebony sits cross legged on her bed. Her appearance has become even more regal: the sphinx is perched on a velvet cushion in her lap, her hands delicately folded on its head. Each of her movements is deliberate in their womanly efficacy, but not forced. Each "patron" that comes in kneels at the foot of the bed and asks a question. There's something servile about the way they approach her. One by one they file in, ultimately leaving with shocked looks on their faces and slaps on the back from the awaiting people.</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';">DONNY, a straggly white boy in a forest green army jacket saunters over to Hebony and kneels down. Before he speaks he repositions his minuscule John Lennon sunglasses to the tip of his nose.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DONNY</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Aw man, Hebony, I don't know. I just do not know. I try. You know, I try, baby. But I can't make it happen. I can't live to my full...potential, ya dig? So how can I score some dough real quick?</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';">Hebony smiles and tilts the sphinx so that she can look at its face. Her brows furrow. "Rien Ne Va Plus" by Funk Factory begins to play. Her eyes glaze over again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">INT. VELVET ROOM - DAY</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">A white cat preens itself in the center of a small room covered floor-to-ceiling with violet, velvet fabric. The cat is wearing a gold collar and necklace. On the floor surrounding it are gold coins and burning incense cones.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To the right of the cat a beautiful Egyptian woman wearing a gold dress reclines on her side, holding up a purple bunch of grapes. A second woman, dressed in the same manner, sits on the cat's other side, fanning it with a large palm frond. Both women stare straight ahead, their beauty heightened by the utter inaction of their features.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - SAME DAY</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hebony disengages her eyes from the sphinx. She grins at Donny, finding this vision particularly entertaining. He in turn takes off his sunglasses. Obviously, he anticipates an answer that transcends sagacity. His mouth is slightly agape.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">HEBONY</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Boy, you gotta embrace your inner feline. And I ain't talkin about foxy ladies and slick moves. I mean, you gotta find yourself a nice show cat, some real slammin' kitty to parade around and get some attention. Once you do you'll be swimmin' in so many Benjamin Franklins you'll wanna tell that fool to lay off.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'm excited; are you!?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-13469411043415177092010-02-03T19:13:00.000-08:002010-07-13T16:18:46.861-07:00iWhy ithe iLong iFace (version 21.0)?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">((From the latest issue of THE WORKS...sometimes I shove the jagged fruitiness aside and write like some sort of Person.))</span></span><div> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">William F. Ogburn, perhaps the most famous sociologist and statistician of the 20th century, was the first to introduce the idea that culture inherently lags behind technology. A sort of economic Freudian, Ogburn asserted that humans base their decisions off a series of economic motives, which ultimately, and immutably, set apart the private and public sphere. But Ogburn's writing, although at first-glance so dry and matter-of-fact that it seems to just be one more credo incited by America's economic woes, soon begins to blanch under searching eyes, and melt into one, large, white flag of surrender.</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">The problem lies in the fact that Ogburn did not see, or want, to find out a solution to the lag. He was scared of eccentrics, of lavish living and not-so admissible pursuits. To him, happiness was recognizing the delayed action of human beings and being able get-by, make a living, have a family, play golf. Be Normal. Nowadays, normality just won't cut it in the long-run, but still the current social climate points toward a worldwide acceptance of defeatist tendencies. People are letting their aspirations and talents slip by the wayside because they are scared to fail, and yet they still complain of not having a reason behind their unhappiness, or an identity as a whole.</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If only we could let go of the stigma of living in a "post-postmodern" world and accept that we are in the midst of what can possibly be deemed the true “Era of Inspiration,” without it actually seeming uninspired. Sure, technology has alleviated some of our hardships, and stirred up the tempo of day-to-day living, but it has not yet matched the greatest machine of all: the human brain. There is still so much to discover, and now is the time when humans should reap the benefits of having access to knowledge on a grand scale, and simply create.</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So, Generation Y-ers, take the earbuds out for a while and look around. The motive is not to trump the technological powers that be, or to try to take them down, but to take a minute to place everything- yourself, a computer, a hero- underneath a critical eye, revealing inconsistencies and neglect. Should you still bemoan it all? No. Take action, and the gears of change can begin to function, straightening priorities and fulfilling the wonders that surround us. Teach old Ogburn a lesson: that happiness is not found in resignation.</span></p></span><p></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCIRahOBRhs&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCIRahOBRhs&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></span></p></div><div><br /></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-79680028849047273952010-01-20T20:10:00.000-08:002010-07-13T16:19:08.771-07:00NOT AGAIN<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I opened the door and almost stepped on a dead, naked, 2-foot-tall hooker lying on my bedroom floor.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But then I realized that the "My Size Barbie" I painted to look like a tropical sacrifice and draped a feather boa on had only fallen over.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Phew.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBc8uHQkJTpc6x1m76FVV6EsIrZCjYEQp70uxJXFanhBE_S68McaF-Qc4KW1spboohmKG8z_ZGZkOrbdNrnYU1w9sbZ8Ss1W0gGhnngbFVKV023RMweCGnb4qM7X44rYu4jCS4i2WkOOQ/s1600-h/unbranded-diamond-castle-my-size-barbie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBc8uHQkJTpc6x1m76FVV6EsIrZCjYEQp70uxJXFanhBE_S68McaF-Qc4KW1spboohmKG8z_ZGZkOrbdNrnYU1w9sbZ8Ss1W0gGhnngbFVKV023RMweCGnb4qM7X44rYu4jCS4i2WkOOQ/s400/unbranded-diamond-castle-my-size-barbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429043836394826834" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-52826272119001269462010-01-11T19:32:00.000-08:002010-07-13T16:21:15.131-07:00who will be in my neighborhood?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>CHICAGO!?</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Thousands of Anton Laveys millin around, free and easy- they got no hair to muss. Black women on the train with purple lipstick, glitter bamboo shards strapped onto the tips of their fingers, sinking those suckers into newly bought Rice Krispie Treats.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>NEW YORK!?</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tourists from some Norwegian country. Maybe just retarded Minnesotans, squealing and gurgling as they catch the sights. If an angry New Yorker got in their way they'd just plop on the ground- rotund gelatinous spheres, bouncing and chortling down 5th Ave.</span></span></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-17269478304566272052010-01-05T21:02:00.000-08:002010-08-08T18:59:28.399-07:00I'm trying to set it all out ordinally, phantasmagorically..<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When I was 14 I discovered agoraphobia in Spain, seeking sanctuary in a mansion governed by a 5-foot-tall man. But reality was seeking me, and I uncomfortably realized that his livelihood was powered by the elevator that ran up all 4 floors, so that his small army of workers wouldn't waste their strength lifting luggage and packages, instead devoting their time to dinners filled with serrano ham and soft-boiled eggs.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPzpX_qHTql_HEpcsf4CKtbq0cb3zxp4E1j8WRxTVUG6L3WP77has2he4TJxQWT_4fEAUfEcEtt2sbK0hXalIMjLmeJQxZ8tNt3Esh4OZJMtrnNxwo9aSGa4sgeyW8skuf13zPxM_oBw/s1600-h/spain18.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPzpX_qHTql_HEpcsf4CKtbq0cb3zxp4E1j8WRxTVUG6L3WP77has2he4TJxQWT_4fEAUfEcEtt2sbK0hXalIMjLmeJQxZ8tNt3Esh4OZJMtrnNxwo9aSGa4sgeyW8skuf13zPxM_oBw/s400/spain18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428238174913301762" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><!--StartFragment--></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When I was 15 I tried my hand at Delphic esteem, feeling like the baby renegade amongst my slightly older peers. They were the idols of art school babylon: pale flesh squeezed into denim and lace, talking about Leonard Cohen and running away to Argentina. Screw adolescence, they wanted to gut it all, drag the entrails across a sky-high canvas. Say it was "inspired."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KkMSkmx7sM&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KkMSkmx7sM&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><!--StartFragment--><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When I was 16 I lined the tops of my eyelids with gold glitter and decked myself out like some 1980's call girl. But I spat on irony...My flesh and ego were too unruffled for any of that. Then I traveled through the Inferno, and wasn't able to discern the actual human beings from the fiery demigods, the friend from the foe. So I gave up that stint and pledged allegiance to Alva and distortion, hoping that my reverence would end up being fulfilled with some sort of urbanite glory.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj88rw4K9SyhjuhgmGpMQUVGl3UNnEBU9W_ETmKjYkZAzxt-dd5VC6qRYqmvcFdTPp0uqotqN2RQAcj-lLC4J1D-DWrSTio5_uvHOzh9TlbAABiFDQmrZ474WK0uQXn90481QN8IIaBEg/s400/DSC05823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428239220836452738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><!--StartFragment--><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When I was 17 I was part of an epic battle- </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My brain is a perennial abode</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">...NAW man! It's perched on top of some godforsaken cactus in the backyard of some poet/mystic in Arizona, tinted a turquoise shade, serving as a vulture's foothold - but I stuck it out. Read a lot. Wrote some more...Words stuck to me like Lilliputians, insistent little bastards piercing my skin and squeezing out swollen drops of my essence - melted PVC -</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">claiming their function was to cleanse my soul. I wasn't always so sure.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhfmNSUoRBapiXDWFYdZwOMV7LO7zCkp_QuYJ-I32ZgTYP2Wz0ExeVLDenCV6Q-ItOTxtE5dxSW-BZbZV1Kfjf4Gpwzk1p1k-k4J1wSaECswUwLIkFKi3kEHDja-iV-aUhWkGxq4Tn_0/s400/17139_1255225935166_1065090158_30663117_3415218_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428240578835480386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When I was 18.....</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-52555673713759726822009-12-27T01:44:00.000-08:002010-07-13T16:24:31.765-07:00THE HOLINESS OF THINGS<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">((From the latest issue of POLYGON))</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They were the largest pumps you ever did see; huge pink heels that once belonged to Barbie Gargantua XXX, smiter of bratty little girls with bowl cuts and lateral lisps. They struck a chord in my childhood heart- tickled the ivories with 2-foot high stilettos. I'd catch sight of them and swoon, spiraling into their plastic depths with my arms straight out at my sides, falling back into the hard husk the color of a drag queen's aura, ending up in a fetal position right where the robust heel would have fit. Just one more little girl taking the Jesus route into Mattel heaven, not for humanity’s salvation but for the plasticized glory of the giant shoes outside of Orlando's FAO Schwartz. It was the same every time I caught sight of them, this routine...fully under their spell.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now, you may balk at my kiddy shoe fetish, but the wonderment I felt about those clunkers rivals the first time I pricked my finger on a rosebush and realized that nature functions as a not-always benevolent unit, and that those little beads of blood were a testament to my fallibility. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I saw God/it/him/her/me in those shoes, plain and simple.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sure, they were soulless. They were garish. They had been smothered by countless numbers of little girls desperate to fulfill their Thumbelina complexes, but the fact that they existed, that the inherently unnatural landscape of Orlando, Florida- home of Mickey Mouse and Holy Land Experience- could manifest itself into a pair of GIANT SHOES and not be questioned, could be coveted even, was </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">beautiful</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you think I’m trying to insert some sort of rah-rah-atheist subliminal message into your afternoon snack, I promise you, I’m not being facetious*. This is a shout-out to the triple-named papas of transcendental ideals, ideals that I think, should resurface in this day and age. We all perceive our lives in different ways, this is true. I mean, I'm not an overtly spiritual person. I leave the crystal hoarding and mantra chanting to my more sentient friends, but I still constantly weigh the pureness of experiences.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in 3.5in 4.0in 4.5in 5.0in 5.5in 6.0in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Over the past few years my being has been jolted a few times, shaken into a euphoric jumble, and if I happen to pair those monumental experiences with the memory of the Barbie shoes, so be it. I don’t claim to know what, or whom “God” is, but the moments when life is good- when objects please us aesthetically and soulfully, when the rose-tinted shades are lifted and everything still seems to be functioning in astral cohesion- those are the moments that might lead us toward understanding the concept better. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Unfortunately, the new surge of trends in the past decade have hindered this idea being universally accepted; novelty is given a bad name, but is surreptitiously the norm. What better example is there than the latest media-craze surrounding “Where the Wild Things Are.” On one hand, I think the film succeeded in capturing the not always pleasing to see, but undoubtedly innocent reactions between children and their surroundings. This is quite a feat when weighing the baggage of trying to convey the message of a 48-page children’s book for the world to appreciate. On the other hand, the “Wild Things” clothing and jewelry collection at Opening Ceremony plucked the pneuma right out of the story, leaving us with models dressed </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">as if</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> they were inspired. In reality, if people had been inspired they’d be the ones howling at the sky, knocked right out of their pretty-face catatonia for a chance to be a kid again. Take Candance and Steve Lubanski over in Pasadena: they gave each other a bunny rabbit souvenir every day as a testament to their love, and now, take pride in their plush doodads, opening up their home as the “Bunny Museum.” Every day visitors pay homage to their collection, on the surface comical, but deep down a prime example of individuality. Staid lemmings be damned!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So kiddies, gosh-darnit, if you enjoy something, embrace the reasons why </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">you</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> enjoyed it: those feelings of wordless bliss - the spark that sends you tumbling into a giant Barbie shoe- and no matter whether you’re looking up to Shiva, Buddha, or Anton Lavey for your grand credo, the holiness will envelop you.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">* I’m also not directly condoning objectum sexuality...</span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></div></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-11213846782137183802009-12-27T01:34:00.000-08:002010-07-13T16:25:15.440-07:00Bandini's "Blood Purge for the Fatherland"<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fante stuck the impulsiveness of Americans in the middle of family values and Pinoy fisheries. He breathed life into characters that wobbled on their feet only to stand solidly on their own, now ready to whistle at passing behinds.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He embodied the megalomaniacal attitude of 1930 Los Angeles writers, typing flurries of papers with wet cigarettes dangling from his mouth.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And yet, to me at least, he signified a simple brilliance that overwhelmed any privileged predecessors. With the juice of L.A. orchards on his hands, he created novels that fueled the development of his own life by describing the development of the Golden State.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj70wEiuKF6Fa3iFp-obo7aAKU-VM3Lu4R8-mmqV5G9PG3cqrChtRC7PgwVggCVs8C7oSlvYHnd2Uv43f1BWdhiecI4yVIkwdiBizBCnnuPBqAnVNlxC6XdUqlQfpbXsJ40_gHc2wj0_GE/s1600-h/john-fante-ospiti.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 373px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj70wEiuKF6Fa3iFp-obo7aAKU-VM3Lu4R8-mmqV5G9PG3cqrChtRC7PgwVggCVs8C7oSlvYHnd2Uv43f1BWdhiecI4yVIkwdiBizBCnnuPBqAnVNlxC6XdUqlQfpbXsJ40_gHc2wj0_GE/s400/john-fante-ospiti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428235168761677090" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;font-size:16px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><b><p></p></b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-73999870335669286112009-12-26T02:46:00.000-08:002010-07-13T16:36:39.504-07:00Louise Huebner, Official Witch of Los Angeles<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">‘LIGHT THE FLAME</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-large;">BRIGHT THE FIRE</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;">RED IS THE COLOR OF DESIRE’</div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRY6JW3LFQqUl1xjAmMqDETnoiHbEnY5vEfUjvr1c6nKujye1DUiKeBNAyBx9rAkKNDiJRzxT-meNWjZAGSTHV3Fh41nah_R7w0-cmmEVtDM61SfhXfqj1xsSLIzRmo_TwaJ4iUjH0gA/s400/huebner.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419496379075501298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 287px; " /></span></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And thus, L.A. was sent off on the sex-charged mania of the 70's. The mood was ripe for Mr. Sophistication's big-breasted bimbos, writhing through the smog into the laps of leisure suits. </span></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Feral cats, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">MEOW! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sorceress Huebner released you.</span></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTm6Z-hrQmU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTm6Z-hrQmU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><object width="560" height="340"></object></span></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-55517707275982986702009-07-17T21:37:00.000-07:002010-07-13T16:38:08.596-07:00rest in peace<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"It's impossible to live with a puppeteer who works with shadows, a moth-tamer..."<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">***</span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSCgcusvj0W5QQzfngewXuwsQv_qbc6XT1bLVgu4RDLqFTeMc0qcrbhqxpDVKjZs1Tmbd7RXn2Ewz595P7K0bgchCQRbTYBste1rUOKAUw6_OYR7FV8EjZqirwrMUfAN0-n2U5ui6Zb8/s1600-h/dash-snow-rat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSCgcusvj0W5QQzfngewXuwsQv_qbc6XT1bLVgu4RDLqFTeMc0qcrbhqxpDVKjZs1Tmbd7RXn2Ewz595P7K0bgchCQRbTYBste1rUOKAUw6_OYR7FV8EjZqirwrMUfAN0-n2U5ui6Zb8/s320/dash-snow-rat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359655215866765842" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Why have we had to invent Eden,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">to live submerged in the nostalgia of a lost paradise, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">to make up utopias, propose a future </span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">for ourselves?"<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">***</span></span></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx6T5pUBLsHvUWZLBGoLqD-kbmwxUwdew_XBckIc0EoGwWqjZZA3ILQeBHdt_OIzSkbGJRMxGSvF5eqJY70zDpRT2gLjPYGNMqctbcRH7knnNxKTbUkk0yFmc-xAYF2jf3M9ayjtPpw6o/s1600-h/dash_snow.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx6T5pUBLsHvUWZLBGoLqD-kbmwxUwdew_XBckIc0EoGwWqjZZA3ILQeBHdt_OIzSkbGJRMxGSvF5eqJY70zDpRT2gLjPYGNMqctbcRH7knnNxKTbUkk0yFmc-xAYF2jf3M9ayjtPpw6o/s320/dash_snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359655447780184946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px; " /></a><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"We have to live, after all."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX84BjDqWT9fnDIWRa29AKVaaBA2H0Z_0PaPAyyARXLLR4MMo_FEF35IolakBds_gxl_TwwS3VxbFdehwdLQ_MvFjYEQW6kt1mKQPC_u-bcGQm2LXgCk-I1EZRgUQMyDfuKKmT63COOFQ/s1600-h/Brodie_068-L.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX84BjDqWT9fnDIWRa29AKVaaBA2H0Z_0PaPAyyARXLLR4MMo_FEF35IolakBds_gxl_TwwS3VxbFdehwdLQ_MvFjYEQW6kt1mKQPC_u-bcGQm2LXgCk-I1EZRgUQMyDfuKKmT63COOFQ/s320/Brodie_068-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359655625726528770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p></p></div></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-64518397989303674532009-07-12T12:45:00.001-07:002010-07-13T16:39:15.970-07:00Everyone goes through the grunge mystic phase.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-WGpKqZT8IjdZHLdQsvidAfJw_5-43cvyYwFF1UdBCu26uO6Misu7sxmN2GmIdTrir6Hj1mo98ZDRC_G9b3Wx1IAwCsfAHWS-ijNAnKq8gr7679uLqwjCcOWAnQMhn7ylnEMI5b0HR8/s1600-h/59750838.NTH_0040.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-1106538389751198742009-07-12T12:29:00.000-07:002010-07-13T16:41:59.170-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLLAlmTSH-4ehqYaKv4LQDK6OdavLNgsmodv-eJCKaocxqIovoPe2dnSFT9BikQpnyOn6hRIqHvtYx4Fv_OgoE7AIGMSzpE5oEML2rb63itFG_nmxwubJdqyTxfrCwB5jPgSSRY0KbwlY/s1600-h/1973godspelljesus.jpg"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLLAlmTSH-4ehqYaKv4LQDK6OdavLNgsmodv-eJCKaocxqIovoPe2dnSFT9BikQpnyOn6hRIqHvtYx4Fv_OgoE7AIGMSzpE5oEML2rb63itFG_nmxwubJdqyTxfrCwB5jPgSSRY0KbwlY/s200/1973godspelljesus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357660816753892962" /></span></b></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">When I was younger I would have recurring nightmares centered around the musical "Godspell". It was a combination of all my fears- clowns, hippies, and organized religion- molded into one psychadelic free-for-all.</span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Now my neurotic panic is centered around paper money. Not that its value is decreasing, but that every dollar bill has passed through at least one working girl's rhinestoned g-string.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrdlZgO3Cbk3yxq88pV14TyJym1B-qOWajZ4Jj69XiiETQCsZBxJhyphenhyphenumxbE0QbrJVWyrFoJw-TW4B3oGs8x4GYUlzFFBgCFNOkLIWiZtJTnGEM_DUjIXNVl-FOGKCuA6U_LsduGhR1Yk/s1600-h/stripper.jpg"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrdlZgO3Cbk3yxq88pV14TyJym1B-qOWajZ4Jj69XiiETQCsZBxJhyphenhyphenumxbE0QbrJVWyrFoJw-TW4B3oGs8x4GYUlzFFBgCFNOkLIWiZtJTnGEM_DUjIXNVl-FOGKCuA6U_LsduGhR1Yk/s200/stripper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357660991075777874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></span></b></a></div><div><br /></div></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118473700871000494.post-24037885886160749362009-07-07T18:01:00.000-07:002010-07-13T16:43:26.014-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"I found that I had become so spinsterish that I was made neurotic not only by my life of domesticity but by the slightest derangement of my room. I would burst into a fit of weeping if the kettle was not facing due east."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBiLi3yVSug&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBiLi3yVSug&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></div>natalie polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103292118132587112noreply@blogger.com0