It's 'Quality Built To Last!', Nothing beats the 'Pause That Refreshes', which now operates like a passing billboard, nobody uses 'Cavalcade' anymore. I suppose that's one of those words like 'Kiosk' or 'Pavilion'. 'Cavalcade is retro, in old fims, 'A Cavalcade Of Glamorous Stars', and now, at last, part of my vocabulary, out of the ordinary, unexpected. Today, a break from the regular routine, to accomplish rather routine tasks; laundry, haircut, dentist, physical, errands, gym, drugstore, underwear?! Squatting is still a routine that makes me stronger, squatting through 'over-pronation', as I won't give up running, or the step mill, and since that ailment is almost gone, I believe hack squatting properly is a literal pain in the ass and a cure-all. Retail as therapy, I hate to shop, bewildering array of goods equals overload and shoppers disorientation but the need for new boxers in which to slip on early mornings is a must. Is, American Eagle, A&F, H something something, Banana Republica all owned by the same company? They seem to offer the same array of plain navy blue boxers and briefs. Do, I look like I need your help missy? I just want something tropical, something....COMFORTABLE! Boxer shorts are always good to reenact scenes from 'Paradise Hawaiian Style'.

Nearly last in a series of collectable dinnerware (This is for you BJ!)/via Scrubbles.

'The secret of sacred slutism (laughs) is being consciously aware of our slutty side, our animal side, nurturing that side of us, the wildwoman/wildman, the inner whore in all of us'.~~ Annie Sprinke

Sexpositive shaman in a sex-negative culture, her films helped inaugurate the Post Porn Modernist movement, in which porn stars return the audience's voyeuristic gaze and redefine the viewer-star-power relationship.
10:16 AM :

Wednesday, February 06, 2002
Dear Camille (Paglia):
I'm an attractive twenty three year old gay male. In bars, I notice that attractive men usually have ugly boyfriends. Why is this? How am I supposed to get a boyfriend when all the good ones are dating Ernest Borgnine look-alikes? When I do meet someone who doesn't need a bag over his herd, he turns out to be a flaky, slutty jerk.
Single in Seattle

Dear Single:
A lesson in eros--only one megastar per household, please. Every god needs a priest in polyester. (Thank you Aaron)


Fresh from France, I received a tasty advance copy of the new Dimitri From Paris 'After the Playboy Mansion'. A 2 cd set of 'laid back' and 'up tempo' music. a.k.a. Insta-Party-Ina-Pac. Those with DJ inspired ADD will appreciate Dim's various selections. Larry Levan's classic remix of the Gwen Guthrie hit 'Peanut Butter' is a rare groove standout, as well as many others by Danny Tenaglia; the sizzling grace Jones song 'Feel Up', Blaze, De La Soul and others. Afro cuban beats and a bit of samba accentuate the 'Laid Back' side that reaches into the DJ crate and pulls up some soul and rare grooves. 'UpTempo' doesn't disappoint with a flawless mixture of rumpshakers and a few disco inspired dance classics. Another fabulously lush Dimitri trip from one of my favorite DJs.

George W. Bush's spanish motto 'Juntos Podemos!' (Together we can!) was misprinted in a Houston paper as 'Juntos Pedomos!' (Together we fart!).

'perceiving analogies and other relations between apparently incongruous ideas or forming unexpected striking or ludicrous combinations of both of them'...Rem Koolhaas

'Your right to wear a mint-green polyester leisure suit ends where it meets my eyes'... Fran Lebowitz

'Beauty is a sequence of hypotheses which ugliness cuts short when it bars the way that we could already see opening into the unknown'...Marcel Proust

This is perhaps, best in show. Or as Rosseau once said (or was it Voltaire?) 'To Do Is To Be'. I prefer Satre's 'To Be Is To Do', and sometimes you have to hand it to Sinatra for coining 'Do Be Do Be Do'. Shitski, that sure is corny!

Before Cindy Sherman there was Countess de Castiglione
Before Maya Deren there was Countess de Castiglione
Before Claude Cahun there was Countess de Castiglione

12:45 PM :

Tuesday, February 05, 2002
Walk on unconventional materials, sections of an asphalt jungle, sheets of cracked concrete salted and burned by the confines of winter. The snow covers the ground as an icey spackling compound, wind deteriorates the surface resulting in a small loss and a smaller gain. This is part of the original aesthetic of February, pivotal to the revitilization process of spring. The fabric of the day, a walk across campus, late afternoon spotting a wide range of materials, various pieces of metal, ashes, dried plants, broken tree limbs, glass, ceramics, bits of paper and stray staples. Walks can be a riot of texture, afternoon with a paper cup filled with coffee, the whole of the visual density can capture every literal meaning. Early morning chaos hovers for a few hours in cloud like clusters and glimpses then disperses into a physically less complex configuration, more contrast, more color, lighter, larger, and finally darkness becomes more than ambitious. This city is encrusted in snow and salt, converging sidewalks and large angular buildings form a motif. The steel mill is bloodless converging arteries and absent vertical elements that no longer occupy the sky. Once my Father would say, I had to climb that smoke stack and weld the top! I imagine him ascending the nebulous space at the top of the unit, his strong hands grasping the position to which he attached fire and metal. Lyrical WPA with overly muscular workers building the future, and a complex allusion that takes the form of often indecipherable private paintings and writings. The day becomes less malleable and time evaporates into a forever glowing bluish irridescence, marked by the crystalline composition of snowfall on a gray day walking.
3:38 PM :

The cold days of January are the perfect time for rummaging the local thrift. Nothing beats the thrill of finding a one-of-a-kind recording, retro vinyl, 45 or other sound oddity. You too can marvel at the past folly of dead fads or bad taste, and what a hoot you'll have, all for under a dollar! Woo Hoo! New Playlist!

Psst! Wanna See My Blog? Psst! Don't ask about the hidden personal and private yet provocative photo section of my blog, cause like I say, it's hidden. You are right though, Ananova the green haired virtual newsreader is the best source for underreported stories, you have to love any site that has a Quirkies section.
8:40 AM :

Sunday, February 03, 2002
'In addition to the aforementioned amenities, detainees also receive two towels, a Koran, a shortened toothbrush (still long enough to file into a shiv), a canteen, a bucket of water, fluoride toothpaste, and shampoo. Not just any shampoo, but "Lively" salon anti-dandruff shampoo--a "luxurious shampoo in a gentle formula that restores moisture, shine, and body to your beautifully clean hair." Those who think the prisoners are getting coddled (Rep. John Mica, a Florida Republican, visited the camp and said it's "too good for the bastards") will be happy to know that the shampoo is not jojoba-enriched.....'

'When I ask the Marines if they've seen anything weird, they laugh sheepishly, looking at each other. Finally, Sgt. Josh Westbrook, who sports a forearm tattoo of flaming baby heads, steps up. "They know they're being watched," he explains, "so they'll stare at you, and while they stare at you, they'll, uh, masturbate.'
A day in the life of an unhappy Gitmo Bay camper.

Terrorism Questions & Answers from the Council on Foreign Relations in Cooperation with the Markle Foundation, which works to promote the development of communications industries that address public needs.
9:28 AM :