Jul 2, 2009
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Jun 30, 2009
After Saturday, the monsoons sort of subsided here, but not before stranding us in summer, or something very like it. Deaths and more deaths in Hollywood and Iran and an upswing in school's-out-for-ever gunplay in the 'hood and a mad, loose-at-the-pins sensation that is breezy or tense, depending on location and day of the week, and a persistent smell of garbage and Bernard Madoff's prison sentence and bad sleep and then funny dreams and also the beach and the future--
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Jun 29, 2009
Toy Soldiers
Mama and Papa Able eloped in 1968, but were not blessed with we two daughters until the early/middle eighties. If birth date determines inclusion in a particular generation, then neither of us could really be called Gen-X-ers. But since, despite our youth, we had Boomer-hippie parents and shopped at Contempo Casuals and dug all that bummy heroin music, I always felt we deserved a bit of an honorary place among them. All we missed was the 70s tykehood, which--really--is no small thing. Would Janeane Garofalo (or her Reality Bites iteration), all ironic barrettes and lunchbox purses, be possible without this video I've included below? No. So, nevermind.
Strange Fruit (Love Y'all)
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--Miss Britney Jean Spears on herself (and Michael and Lindsay and...)
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--Miss Britney Jean Spears on herself (and Michael and Lindsay and...)
Jun 28, 2009
Good Mojo For The Week
I actually really enjoy Little Boots and everything she's been doing lately, and I felt a strong impulse to mention her at this moment.
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bless this mess
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