Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The Best of 2009

This has been a screwy year, no doubt.  From the nut case tea-baggers, to the health care debacle: terrorism, illness, trickery and fuckery, in general, were every place you looked.  That said, let's take a look at some of the nicer aspects of this past year:
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* Back in January Barack Obama became the 44th president of these United States and made history as the first African American to be elected to that office.  It seemed like after eight years of mispronunciations and fiddling while America burned, we had our hope back.  Of course, it remains to be seen what President Obama will ultimately achieve, but for a few minutes back on January 20th we were all basking in the glow of What Might Be...oh, and we also got to see Aretha Franklin rocking that hat!

* My kid sister was the third woman in my immediate family to be diagnosed with breast cancer, and while that's bad news, the good news was, they got the whole thing and the fucking cancer had not spread anywhere.


* Thanks to that otherwise evil bitch, Facebook, I reconnected with two old friends of mine this year.  One was a pal from my  high-school days, and another from my  college years.  The high school buddy, who now resides in sunny So Cal, came back to the Garden State this summer, and managed to throw together an impromptu mini reunion - it was great seeing so many folks from the old days, a real tonic for the soul.

* Me? Published?  It appears so.  Thanks to a connection from my other blog, a piece I wrote is going to be featured in an upcoming book on slasher films.  I can't tell you how much this thrilled me, and when I learned that I was in, I pretty much called everyone I know. 


*There were some incredibly well made films released this year, Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds, Paul Solet's Grace and Woody Allen's Whatever Works to name three...


* Popular music has really been leaving me cold of late.  And I get it, the music being pumped out today is for a younger generation, and boy, they are welcome to it.  Most of it sounds like a bunch of overproduced crap to my ears.  So imagine my pleasant surprise when I discovered Jefferson Starship's Jefferson's Tree of Liberty.  The old warhorse band came back and with a new female lead singer, and a couple of older familiar voices, patched together a surprisingly gorgeous tapestry of folk tunes and popular songs, stripped them down, and re-imagined them as a soundtrack for an ailing nation.
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What will 2010 hold?  Well the older I get the more I understand that  rhyme I heard years ago: nothing ever changes, only time rearranges ...

Here's wishing you all find your best of the upcoming year!

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

A Cold Day In the City


Inside the (relativley) warm train station at Woodcrest.

cityscape

telephoto close up of the PNB tower.

stacked alleyway parking.

sun drenched (and sub-zero wind whipped) Academy of Music.

city hall xmas tree.

end of the line

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Ivory Soap and Denim - Lest We Forget


She was a blond beauty from New England with aspirations of becoming a fashion model and actress, he was a handsome man from a showbiz family in Beverly Hills who also longed for legitimate fame.  Ultimately, the blond beauty and the handsome man found their fame...but it was probably not what either of them had in mind originally.


Her name was Marilyn Ann Briggs, but the world would come to know her as Marilyn Chambers, the porn actress who became a household name due to her pre-porn stint as the model seen on boxes of Ivory Soap detergent.  Once it was revealed that the Cybil Shepard-look-a-like's face was in laundry rooms  across America, Chambers hit the big time.  Her porn films became must-see, screened at legitimate movie houses.  A brief singing career followed as well as a staring role in David Cronenberg's Rabid (and frankly, Chambers was pretty damn good in it).   Unfortunately, Chambers' time in the legitimate spotlight did not last long, and eventually she returned to adult entertainment.  There was that stunt when she ran for vice president (with Charles Jay) , and from time to time she'd show up on talk shows or in interviews about the so called "golden age" of skin flicks, but for the most part she was forgotten by most until her death early this year at the age of 56.
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The handsome guy was John Robert Stillman, who'd eventually be known as Jack Wrangler.  After he'd done some legitimate stage and radio work, Wrangler found his way into the burgeoning gay porn movement of the mid 70's.  Due to the fact that Wrangler could actually act, he was a breath of fresh air in skin flicks.  What made him an icon was the fact that he seemed to redefine the image of what a gay man was.  Wrangler's persona was of a denim wearing, blue collar, all American guy, who just happened to enjoy having sex with other men (and considering when he hit it big, gay men had very little in the way of role models; Paul Lynde's bitchy queen persona or Rock Hudson's closet case image were pretty much the only choices).  Keeping everyone on their toes, Wrangler eventually moved on to straight porn (he reportedly claimed that he lost his virginity to a woman on screen), and then he went and married singer, Margret Whiting (some twenty years his senior).  Of course, Wrangler never claimed to go straight, nor did he disown his past which he spoke of freely.  In his later years, he created a second career for himself producing and writing Broadway shows.  Unlike Ms. Chambers, Wrangler seemed to have had a pretty good ride.  He died this past spring at the age of 62.
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I wanted to write about Marilyn and Jack as this is the time of the year when you'll see a lot of memorials to the celebrities we've lost, and I did not want these two to be forgotten, as they were just as important to popular culture as Michael Jackson or Farrah Fawcett.  And for many, they were iconic figures who helped push, for better or worse, the envelope a little further .

Rest in peace, Marilyn and Jack.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Start Your Valentine's Shopping!


I stumbled upon this display of Valentine's goodies this morning at around 8:15.  Yup, one day after Xmas and already they want you to spend on the next fake holiday! 

Friday, December 25, 2009

Xmas Loot


After weeks of fretting and spending, the gifts are opened and all is well with the world.  Here's hoping you all got what you wanted and deserved this morning!

Fave Foto Friday: Merry Christmas Edition


"A Visit from Grandfather" - Phildelphia : Griffith & Griffith, c1897. 

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Not a creature was stirring...


Family is gone, my beloved is sacked out, and here I am for the umpteenth Christmas Eve of my life - being kept company by the fire which is slowly dying, and the tree filling the living room with muted shades of green, red and blue.

This is my absolute favorite time of the Holiday season, late on the night before Christmas.  Everything is blessed silence, contentment and calm.  Presents remain untouched, expectations are high, Santa is still riding the dark winter sky... I wish I could bottle this feeling and open it up whenever I need it.

Wherever you are, whoever you are with, whatever your circumstances, I trust you are feeling at least a touch of this impossible serenity now, I trust you feel , even if it's only momentarily, what I am feeling.



I wish you a Joyous Christmas, I wish you a Brave New Year. All anguish pain and sadness leave your heart and let your road be clear.  

Thank you Keith Emerson.


 And to all a goodnight.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The Banking Industry: Douche-bag of the Year!


While you and I struggled to make ends meet, they lived off the fat of the land...and when they ran out of fat, they were bailed out by a government who, we hope, knew what they were doing.

From Goldman Sachs to Morgan Stanley, the same folks who needed the American taxpayer to prevent them from going under apparently had a enough left over to dole out million dollar bonuses and take lavish vacations ... while the rest of us were robbing from Peter to pay Paul and discovering the joys of furlough days or just plain scaling back.

Meanwhile the banks and their cohorts were still up to their old tricks: foreclosures were at an all time high, collection agencies were thriving, and people were losing jobs.

Thanks Wall Street!  You have proven beyond any doubt that you are  a collective of blood sucking leeches with souls as black as coal and a moral code akin to ... well actually you have no morals.

Ladies and gentlemen, The Banking Industry: Douche-bag of the year.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

VOTE!

You have one more day to vote for the Douche-bag of the year!  Come on people, get to it.  Just go to the poll here on my blog (and if your reading this on Facebook, you'll have to actually go to my blog to do this).  Can you feel the excitement?

THE CANDIDATES: uh, click on the link to see 'em.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

More Post Storm Shutterbug Stuff.



self portrait: knee deep in the hoopla

winter stalactites AKA icicles.

here comes the sun

blue, green and white

pov: looking up.

The Blizzard of 'ought nine: Aftermath photos.



The chore awaits...

the view from my front door.

sublime winter beauty

artsy

artsy II

xmas lights stand up to old man winter

detail of the front door wreath

the chore completed.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Vote for The Douche-bag of the Year!

2009 is winding down, and it's time to bestow the honor of  Douche-bag of the Year on one deserving person (or group).  Frankly with the amount of douche-bag-like behaviors seemingly at an all time high this year, just one winner might be a tough call.  But, hey these are tough times...so here are the nominees.

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Sarah Palin:  Failed vice presidential candidate, authoress, opinionated harpy, folksy trouble maker, and all around beyotch; this has been a busy year for Caribou Barbie.  But is she truly worthy of the title of Douche-bag of the year?








Glenn Beck: Populist gas bag, cry baby, finger pointer, drama queen.  Can the Christmas Sweater wearer woo the gods of fortune and be named Douche-bag of the Year?





The Banking Industry: You and I bailed them out, they returned the favor by giving themselves raises, going on fabulous trips, fighting against credit reforms tooth and nail, as well as repossessing homes at an astounding rate.  Sounds like Douche-bag behavior to me.  But is it worthy of the top honor?








That couple who crashed the Party at the White House:  A couple of would-be reality stars, I will give them credit for having brass balls, but self promotion of this magnitude is the earmark of a couple of real Douche-bags...is it enough for the honor?









Joe Jackson: Shortly after his troubled meal ticket son died, Papa Jackson made his first public appearance at the BET awards...to plug his record company.  Come on, doesn't that make Joe a top contender for Douche-bag of the year?





The Teabaggers: Rabid groups of misinformed morons pack town hall meetings and shout down proponents of health care reform.  They claim that said reform is akin to Socialism, however, they don't seem to understand exactly what Socialism is.  Fed a steady diet of Fox News and sound bites, these dimwits have brought stupidity to the forefront like never before!  Should they be the collective Douche-bag of the year?




Sen. Joe Lieberman: Oh Christ, could this bastard be anymore of a Douche-bag?  Say it's white, and Uncle Joe will claim it's black. Has been one of the fly's in the ointment concerning Health Care Reform.  Lucky for him, he's got that nice health care package that all high level government folks have.  Douche-bag of the year, or the decade?




OK, you've seen the choices, now go vote at the panel on the right.  We will announce the winner later this week!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Fave Foto Friday: Smooth Criminal Edition


John Waters once stated something like, everyone looks better under arrest.  Maybe not so much these days (and I'm looking at you, Nick Nolte), but there was a time when sitting for your mug shot was as much an occasion to Put on the Ritz, as a night at the opera.  Check out these nattily attired gents who allegedly broke the law above for proof.




And how about these couple of swells?  Busted for dressing to the nines, I think!

I am especially impressed by these two couples who were arrested in Philadelphia for robbing a taxi cab.  The gentleman on the left looks like he's ready to play golf ...meanwhile the couple next to them; well, don't they look sharp?

For more Smooth Criminals of Yore, CLICK HERE.  And a big Thanks to Jen for bringing all of this to my attention!
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Meanwhile, here's our own Ms Magnolia haggling with the help at the costume jewelery counter at the Moose Jaw Five and Dime.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Oral Finally Called Home


You guys might remember that holy roller, Oral Roberts, the well coiffed money grubber TV preacher who claimed back in 1987 that if he did not raise 8 million, God was going to "call him home", and due to that outrageous proclamation his sheep flock dutifully sent him close to 9 million.


P.T. Barnum was so right.

Roberts, who died today,  also once claimed that he saw a vision of a 900 foot Jesus who commanded him to build a combination hospital/faith healing complex.  In 1981, The City of Faith Medical and Research center opened.  Apparently faith and common sense don't mix all that well, and the center closed down in 1989.

1987 was Robert's big year.  Besides his vision of dying should he not get money, he also claimed that his wife saved him from Satan himself (when the horned one broke into his bedroom to strangle him).  In May of that year, Roberts sent out (for a small price) packets of what he dubbed, "Miracle Water" that folks should apply to both their bodies, as well as their wallets - apparently he mailed out over one million of the soggy parcels.  And finally, there is the story that Roberts claimed he had raised a child from the dead - later, his son, Richard, added that Daddy Roberts and other preachers raised the dead in over 60 cases - link here for details of 1987

What a life, eh?  A university, a lavish life style, raising children from the dead, visions of monolithic gods, a wife who subdued demons...I mean, man oh man - what's not to envy?  


While I have no respect for any of these charlatans, I have nothing but admiration for the way they fleece millions off of morons who buy into their fantasy claims - why can't I have half the imagination of folks like this, I'd be living the high life.


Rest In Peace, Oral, you scoundrel.







Sunday, December 13, 2009

Pax's Dos and Dont's For The Holiday Season (newly updated for 2009)


 * This was originally posted on my blog in 2007: I still stand by every word of it:

To avoid bodily harm, and to make this holiday time a generally less stressful one, please observe the following rules should we interact during the Yuletide season.

1 Do not, under any circumstances, come up to me and say, "Oh I just got your Christmas present, and you are going to love it!": I can't stand when people do this. I think it is a rather passive / aggressive action in which the person making this proclamation is really saying, "I got you something, you'd better get me something!" Fuck that!

2 Please refrain from decorating your house and playing Xmas music until at least the second week in December: I love holiday lights, the brighter, the more gaudy - the better. I even like some Xmas music; but what is it with people who put the tree up the day after Halloween? (note: blog decorating is permissible starting December 2nd).

3 Do not ask me, "Got all your holiday shopping done?": I will twist your head off at the neck if you do this.

4 Please don't say to me, "I don't want you to get me anything for Xmas this year." : Bitch, what makes you think I was even planning on spending any of my hard earned money on you?

5 Please don't tell me how hard it is to stick to your diet during the holidays. : It still does not explain why you eat like a pig the other three hundred and sixty some days of the year.

6 Do not cry the blues about how poor you are and then turn around and tell me about the vacation you are planing during the holidays. : I will pray that your plane crashes.

7 By all means, feel free to have me sample your holiday baked goods. I have no pride when it comes to that request.

8 Just because there is a holiday luncheon at work, don't expect me to come to it:
Frankly, I can't stand these "forced" cheer events. It's not that I don't like my co-workers, I am just antisocial (of course if the event is being held at a four star restaurant, or if it gets me out of the office for the day, I might reconsider).

9 Holiday Parties are another thing all together: I love going to them.

10 Christmas Cards, the bane of my existence. I don't send them: Why do we waste all of that time and money sending holiday greetings? If I see you every day, trust me, you don't have to hand me a card wishing me a joyous December 25th. Really, you don't.

11 Do Not Tell me, "Jesus is the Reason for the Season":  Just a reminder for all my Xtian friends...this winter holiday you call Christmas is actually an ancient pagan holy day celebrating the rebirth of the sun. 

Friday, December 11, 2009

Fave Foto Friday: Xmas on Skid Row Edition


This one really tears at my heart ... look at these men, it's such a powerful image:  

From the UCLA Digital Colletion:
Title: Men of Skid Row missions at prayer on Christmas Day in Los Angeles, Calif., 1948
Published caption:THE WEARY AND HEAVY-LADEN -- Not only in secure homes and handsome churches was the Birth of Jesus celebrated. Skid Row, too, made prayerful observance of the Birth of Jesus and His Promise of rest to such as these in many of the missions of Los Angeles.
Publication:Los Angeles Times
Publication date:December 26, 1948

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Adventures in Social Work: Self Control

So imagine yourself in a small, airtight room, face to face with a public attorney questioning you about your work ethic.

Imagine, for a moment, you've just drove an hour and half to sit in a court room on behalf of a developmentally disabled youth and his family (and this would be your fourth visit to said court room) - furthermore, imagine that for the past four and one half months you've been banging your head against a wall (figuratively) to secure services for this youth, but because of budget cuts and bureaucracy in general, you're getting no where.  Now imagine how your words have fallen on deaf ears of said bureaucracy for the past four and one half months.

How does one quell the urge to reach across the table, and grab the self important, smirking fuck face questioning you?  What stops you from throttling the jack ass in the ill fitting suit?

And when you finally get a word in, and show this public attorney, in plain black and white by way of reams of documentation, the work and time you've invested, he waves his hand at you as if to say, "Pish, posh, that's nothing"...how do you not  control the urge to lift this bastard over your head and throw him across the room.

How, indeed?

That's what I've been asking myself all night.

It Took a Damn Levi's Ad to Acquaint Me With This Poem

  AMERICA - Walt Whitman
Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,
All, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old,
Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,
Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love,
A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,
Chair'd in the adamant of Time.
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note that the voice you hear in the ad is alleged to be Whitman's from a wax phonograph cylinder.



Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Imagine


December 8th, 1980 - another day which will live in infamy