Pink nipples in a plastic bag: … getting sold by business. Zenobia Chan shares the new trend in Hong Kong. (Found by checking out Phonzarelli’s links, noticing one to Feminist Media Watch and seeing a new ‘zine, SaidIt.org.)
I’m at Level 3: … over here. Not that there’s anything wrong with that …
LEVEL 3 — MOSTLY STRAIGHT ACTING
You lead a normal everyday life and it’s ‘no questions asked’ as people just assume you are straight. Every once and awhile a very aware person might notice something that causes them to think ‘fem’ but it’s a fleeting thought because you turn around and surprise them with more masculine traits before they even have time to fully analyze the last one.
Sense and sensimilla: Canada lets terminally ill folks and chronic sufferers of pain burn one down. That’s a progressive idea.
Eitzel: … “I guess on [The Invisible Man] I made an effort not to be like a white guy with a guitar, depressed, you know. I tried to change that whole equation that I had. Because I’m sick of it. I’m sick of depressing music … Maybe that’s why every song has a groove and that’s why I tried to do a album that sounded a little more lush, a little more arranged. Just because I want people of all ages and colors and everything to like it. I tried to make this big record for people … Stylistically and personally I just want to do something that rocks.”
Say it isn’t so: … “To market a game that’s played increasingly by young African-Americans, not hiding their history and heritage, to upper middle class white guys getting their companies to buy tickets is a continuing challenge,” said Jay Coakley, a sports sociologist at the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs.
I’m gonna get myself: … connected. The writing’s on the wall …
Two from the Times: … From “A.I.” to Zeitgeist …
Audiences may have expected something more upbeat from Mr. Spielberg and even from the darker-toned Mr. Kubrick � who, after all, directed “2001: A Space Odyssey.” In that film, HAL the computer begins to run amok, but he is vanquished when a human pulls his plug. By the end of “A.I.,” though, there is no person left even to switch off the lights.
Somehow, in collaborating on this futuristic fairy tale, Mr. Spielberg and the late Mr. Kubrick morphed into the brothers grim. Theirs may be a fitting story for anyone who has seen his 401(k) portfolio wiped out by the crash of tech stocks. But it isn’t the story many people feel like paying to watch right now.
… and Shashi Tharoor on Indians writing in English.
The new Indian writers dip into a deep well of memory and experience far removed from those of their fellow novelists in the English language. But whereas Americans or Englishmen or Australians have also set their fictions in distant lands, Indians write of India without exoticism, their insights undimmed by the dislocations of foreignness. And they do so in an English they have both learned and lived, an English of freshness and vigor, a language that is as natural to them as their quarrels at the school playground or the surreptitious notes they slipped each other in their classrooms.
Yet Indian critics still suggest that there is something artificial and un-Indian about an Indian writing in English. One critic disparagingly declared that the acid test ought to be, “Could this have been written only by an Indian?” I have never been much of a literary theoretician � I always felt that for a writer to study literature at university would be like learning about girls at medical school � but for most, though not all, of my own writing, I would answer that my works could not only have been written only by an Indian, but only by an Indian in English.
I write for anyone who will read me, but first of all for Indians like myself, Indians who have grown up speaking, writing, playing, wooing and quarreling in English, all over India. (No writer really chooses a language: the circumstances of his upbringing ensure that the language chooses him.)
L-Boogie: … speaks.
“I am not running for social president anymore. I’m just trying to be, obey God and do my passion, and tell everybody else that life is a waste if you ain’t doing that.”
DFC 4478: … I don’t know him, but he messaged me tonight. Creeped me the hell out. His intent wasn’t immediately clear to my trusting, unexpecting self right away. shudder
DFC4478 (10:47 PM): hi there
allaboutgeorge (10:47 PM): Hello.
DFC4478 (10:47 PM): where in Cali are you?
allaboutgeorge (10:47 PM): Oakland
DFC 4478 (10:48 PM): im in La, im originally from Boston, but im out here on business
allaboutgeorge (10:49 PM): Been to L.A. once. Nice town.
DFC 4478 (10:49 PM): how lod are you?
allaboutgeorge (10:49 PM): Never been to Boston.
allaboutgeorge (10:49 PM): 30
DFC 4478 (10:49 PM): oh ok im 28
DFC 4478 (10:49 PM): do you have a pic?
adds DFC 4478 to AIM “jerks” folder with a quickness