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Monday, 06 November 2006 |
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From James Wolcott, Contributing Editor at Vanity Fair magazine
Tea for Two
There's a tender scene in John Waters' film Pecker in which a hunky
young stud, engaged in the act (nay, art) of tea bagging, explains to
his aghast parents that he's not really gay, he's what's known as
'trade'--"Guys blow me!" he explains above the din of the bar. Ah,
Baltimore.
I wonder if the toothy founder of the New Life Church and president of
the National Association of Evangelicals, the mesmerizing Ted Haggard,
fell under the spell of trade, the pagan rhythm of tea bagging beating
like a tom tom on his brow. I wonder, not because I'm prurient, but
because the mysterious currents of human nature fascinate me so. And
because it confirms my suspicion that all Republican men are privately,
passionately, exceedingly gay. According to this exciting morsel,
Haggard took part in weekly conference calls with President Bush--"he
and the president like to joke that the only thing they disagree on is
what truck to drive."
'What truck to drive'--I wonder if that is some kind of cryptic butch
gay Western lingo. It's a shame Will & Grace is no longer on the
air to provide enlightenment on such matters, leaving us to forage on
our own.
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Friday, 27 October 2006 |
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Many years ago, at the dawn of my cafe-artist life, where I ceased
actually making music and began talking about it and art while exploring new dimensions of inebriation, my art-fag crew and I
were sitting around a going through pitcher
after pitcher of beer (we had yet to discover the efficiency of brandy,
gin, and whiskey) and there was a table full of art-school-fruityloops
at the next table, discussing something about ... i'm not sure, but I
would surmise modern dance ...
"The toe is
trivial!" blurted out a another certified art-fag in a shrill, nasally whine that cut through the din ...
I ridiculed then the remark, the sentiment, and even the anonymous
ass-clown who said it, and I do so again as I type these words almost
35 years later.
Berkeley is possibly the Cafe-Artist capital of
the world. I say possibly only because I've not spent any time in New
York, London, Paris, or any other boho-certified metropolis long enough
to determine. San Francisco has a new breed of art-fag: the Burners (a
derivation of Burning Man), but that is an essay for another day.
As
a result of my experiences in the cafe-artist world and as a bonafied
art-fag for many years, I thoroughly enjoyed the movie Art School
Confidential.
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Tuesday, 24 October 2006 |
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I was using the magic wand tool to clean up some of the foreground
image (the tree - see below) so that I could color-correct the lawn.
Suddenly, Jesus appeared on the screen.
Miracles still happen in this modern world of ours.
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Tuesday, 12 September 2006 |
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From the photo-documentary, "Year in the Life of a Winery."
Amazing photography by Stephanie Grant.
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Sunday, 10 September 2006 |
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We are in the process of building out this site, Sun Pop Blue, hub for music, writing, video, art, design, sculpture, of
Knox Bronson and friends.
Please be patient—this is new technology to us. We are adding content
and features as fast as possible! We have great stuff in the works,
and, unlike every other site on which you've ever read those words, in our
case, it is the simple truth!
In the meantime, please visit:
- SunPopBlue on MySpace, pop songs, essays.
- Knox Bronson on MySpace, recent instrumental compositions on MySpace.
- Tangerine Sky Interactive, Commercial Interactive Design.
- Instrumentality
home of "Flapping," "Flight of the Atom Bee," essays, errata, jetsam, flotsam, and flash work.
- The Best Date I Ever Had
- The Worst Date I Ever Had
- HoneyBun Spanking Kits
Or explore Sun Pop Blue here ... we have some excellent articles up already.
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