Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable as a feature in any of the below photographs, you know how to reach me. Otherwise, consider yourselves part of the infamous club.
Hey! I’m back and ready to rumble. I don’t have anything really thought-provoking, except this old article I came across that I thought was pretty interesting. I’ve read more recent things by this blogger and I don’t always agree with him but this post was pretty compelling in terms of the power of popular discourse and propaganda. I swear I try not to be a nerd but it’s a fairly hopeless case. So, I’m embracing it instead.
Also, per my intellectual Magneto. He hopes she doesn’t (at least I think that’s what he hopes; although he could WANT her to in hopes that it mitigates some of her influence). I don’t care. I don’t dislike her and am ready to hear what she might have to say as a candidate but I’ve no plans to vote for her unless she comes up with something truly revolutionary. Although I am starting to wonder about her judgement…
Nice. If you scroll down to #7 you may as well add “Alexander” to the name Abraham de Lacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley the Alley Cat. I mean, just look at this handsome devil:
Ali’s 2nd Dance post featuring Baryshnikov. My God, he is beautiful. Here’s my favorite of his dance numbers from film. It has everything: an angry and banned Russian singer that sounds like Tom Waits; Twyla Tharpe choreography; the Bolshoi Theater; and Helen Mirren being awesome. Love.
Then there’s the Bay Bridge, which you have to cross to get there. Look I’ve faced my fear of heights so many times. Hell, I went up the Alps in one of these. But it never really goes away. Anyway, here’s what it looks like. My friend Austen said, when we were coming home and I managed not to freak out: “Sarah Lee, Bay Bridge survivor.” I wonder if they make t-shirts…
Also, my favorite trip songs. I couldn’t figure out why I loved the first so much until I realized it samples Modest Mouse. And the second, well, I mean c’mon man. It’s only one of the greatest songs ever written.
Thanks for the good memories friends. It meant a lot.