william f buckley jr:dead

in recognition of this influential man's death here are some noteworthy vids from the late 60s w/ the late buckley sparring w/ gore vidal & noam chomksy.
the first three are,unfortunately an incomplete series of debates and editorials that abc ran during the 1968 election.the first brief vid was recorded during the democratic national convention in chicago.a fuller picture of this debate can be found at: http://www.kronykronicle.com/1968/.
the vids in question are about 3/4 of the way down the page.
the other 2 vids are more reserved, no doubt due to the flare up in the preceding debate, and consists of both men editorializing on nixon and humphrey later in the election cycle(october if i'm not mistaken).




the last 2 videos are from 1969 on buckley's show "firing line".his guest was noam chomsky (who mops the floor w/ him i might add).unfortunately the 3rd part of this interview/debate is very hard to find.if i ever do come across it, i'll update this post.

the nazarene...kidnapped!

is this worth writing about?

probably not but i find convoluted anecdotes interesting, at least in telling.so here goes. one day in 2005 i was at the dunkin donuts on the boston post road in new rochelle, the one next to the car wash, waiting in line for a medium coffee and an old-fashioned donut w/ my good friend stephen.the two of us had exhausted whatever covnersation we were capable of mustering on the car ride over, so we were both idling silently as a trio of punk rockers were ordering.there was a cute girl w/ them, directly in front of me,w/ a tight black jacket that had the lyrics (i assumed) to a song she like pinned onto the back. they were in courier (new?) font and read "let's set our hearts at self-destruct".i was intrigued by this most emo of invitations and made a mental note to google that lyric and see where it lead me.
later on that day i did just that, and came across these words of inspiration:
The Bled: You Know Who's Seatbelt

"The signal flares will light the way to the scene of the accident, where
we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth. Such a sick celebration.
Everyone loves a fucking tragedy in epic proportions. Lets set our hearts at
self-destruct. Like scarlet drips on a white tile floor. A cardiac
metronome. We'll scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again.
There's a flood in the infirmary where we'll swim through broken glass. Our
prosthetic limbs will keep us afloat. Lets set our hearts at self-destruct."

According to wikipedia, The Bled are a "post-hardcore" band from arizona.With my curiosity still sharp i then hopped on to the ol' myspace to get a taste of what they sounded like. I found them to have somewhat of a more screamo sound than i am accustomed to, but it wasn't without its charm.
anyway so as i was tooling around on the band's myspace page and i noticed that one of their top 8 or 16 or whatever was wearing a very colorful ski jacket on w/o any pants (yes, it was a dude).i couldn't believe that tom from myspace would have let such a lewd image defy the propriety of his social networking site, so i clicked this pic to get to the bottom of this.

believe you me lulz ensued on my side of the internet portal.
but-
what was more was that on this lad's profile, under his "who i'd like to meet" he declared "whoever drew this:"
Post Script
i was so impressed w/ this fella's page that i bookmarked it, in the interests of cherry-picking whatever lulz-y jpeg's he might have in the future.it wasn't long before i was rewarded with this replacement for uncle phil & the fresh prince.

still sick :(

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i'm sick

so i'm just gonna post some pics

a sad discovery 10 years in the making

recently i was saddened to learn that my favorite rap lyric was not what i thought it was.for the last decade or so i was under the impression that the biggie song "long kiss goodnight" begins (after some mealy-mouthed threats vis a vis sean "puffy" combs), "i make your mouth piece obese like deluise/when i release you lose teeth like lil' cease".

now, for me, the brilliance of that line was to contrast the savage imagery of the proceeding rap w/ an insouciant allusion to one of the more ridiculous stars of the 70s and early 80s (though certainly more gangsta than say, rip taylor).while editing my "favorite quotes" section of my facebook account i was inspired to add this gem from the pen of christopher wallace.after a quick google search i was annoyed to find that the 1st lyrics site had incorrectly transferred "deluise" as "della reese".however,i felt that whatever yokel had made that page was probably too young to know dom deluise and fudged the lyrics into some sort of crude homonym.
unperturbed i went on to the next lyrics site, only to find the same "della reese" standing in for deluise.a knot formed in my stomach as it slowly dawned on me that it was I who had fudged a crude homonym for these last 10 odd years.my fears were realized shortly thereafter when i googled "della reese" and was introduced to this lovely woman


who you may recognize from the hit cbs drama "touched by an angel".moving on to her wikipedia entry i learned that her career has stretched over 5 decades, and that in her less "obese" days she was a mo-town chanteuse.


so, it stands to reason that referencing della reese in the mid 90s during the high tide of "touched by an angel"'s success makes more "sense" than deluise, who hadn't been on television since merv griffin went off the air sometime in the mid 80s.i suppose what really upset me was that, deep down inside, i've always felt that biggie & dom were 2 sides of the same (flabby) coin

grrr

i can't figure out how to completely erase old posts so i'm gonna cut n' paste a lulz-y myspace message i received from my pal lorne a year or so ago.it was in response to a message i had sent him regarding his flickr account and the adult situations that were featured.i asked him how he did it and his reply tickled me...

Jul 12, 2007 3:47 PM
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As far as the photographing areas goes - I don't know exactly. There's one point - just a point - in the middle of the creepy spectrum that you have to balance on to be able to do this, I think. If you're too clean and innocent, then you look like a closet sociopath/serial killer type when you suddenly break out the camera. And if you're too creepy then you're not going to meet any women to begin with, obviously. But if you're genuine and intelligent but just skeezy enough to suggest an air of experience in matters of love, I think they trust you and imagine that you're going to gently ferry them to some unknown islands of sexual experience. And first you have to talk about lenses and say camera names that sound vaguely swiss/german, and let them see you taking pictures of other things besides themselves. Using film cameras might be part of it, too. The photos seem less easily distributable that way. Just whipping out the camera phone spontaneously is kind of a bad idea. But I have seen some pretty sick things on friends' camera phones.

(Of course, you can just hire prostitutes that will let you do whatever you want. Can you tell which pictures I took in Rio? Those are actually my favorites.)

But I think you could be standing on that point in the creepy spectrum, or close enough, at least. You're goofy and unassuming but very well read in areas that make you seem "safe" or "trustworthy". But you're bald and tall and sometimes have a beard. Which is like 2/3ds of the typical public flasher's uniform. Let me know how it goes.

Anyway, I'll get back to you on the Coney Island thing soon.

lorne's flickr