Eddie Pensier writes:
“Valerie” (gin, maraschino liqueur, blueberry/rosemary shrub, lemon, Peychaud’s bitters, and pink salt) and “Shave & Tonic” (gin, Becherovka bitters, mandarin juice, lemon, and tonic) at The Barber Shop, a Sydney bar which is also (you guessed it) a barber shop.
Keen eyes will notice that all grooming services come with a free beer, a practice that should be instituted posthaste at all barber shops worldwide.
Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:
Is Marry Queen the first woman famous for her pussy? Searching around the ‘net for information on her, I see a lot of references to it being “perfect.” Where mounds go, it sure is memorable: a rounded, well-fed looking thing that makes you think of ripe peaches or oven-fresh baked goods. When I hear about women getting vaginoplasty to obtain a “Barbie-doll look,” I imagine something along the lines of Marry’s cooter is being referred to. It’s so plush and cutesy looking that it’s hard to take it as obscene. As you’d expect, most of her photographers focus on this one superstar body part. They treat it like the Garbo of gash. You can even buy a Fleshlight designed in emulation of Marry’s magnificent mons. (Just my opinion: It doesn’t do the real thing justice.)
Before she went into semi-retirement in 2013, Marry, who is Czech, was about the most popular nude model on the internet. Her preposterous pooty aside, guys seemed to love her for her generous, super-feminine curves and her vague facial resemblance to actress Emma Watson. She appeared on most of the major erotica sites — on some she was known as Miela — in all manner of pose and costume. My favorite shoots are probably the ones she did for Bikini Pleasure, a site that looks like a more extreme version of the great Wicked Weasel. It’s fun to watch her bod do combat with those teeny string bikinis. Sorry, pathetic bits of bathing floss: that’s too much woman for ya.
These photos come from Czech Casting, Conner, Cosmid, Femjoy, ALS, EroticSnap, Art Lingerie, and of course the aforementioned Bikini Pleasure. Go there for more.
Content below is NSFW. Enjoy the weekend.
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
The history of adobe building in New Mexico has its roots in a period (AD 700-1500) when the Anasazi peoples, who had previously been living in semi underground pit houses, began building single-story houses on the ground, using layers of dried mud or of stones laid in adobe mortar, without windows and with flat roofs. From these simple structures, their culture and architectural skill developed…
…A simple adobe pueblo consisted of a long-frame building to which the adobe compound was applied as mortar. Later, the Pueblo Indians would be introduced by the Spanish to a method of shaping the adobe into bricks. Producing adobe bricks is simple. Mud (or a mud mixture) is carefully poured into a wood mold, which is lifted off when the newly formed brick is dry enough. When ready, the bricks are turned on their edges to complete drying.
– Building Without Architects: A Global Guide to Everyday Architecture
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
Frank (John Garfield), an affable drifter, ambles into a lunchroom on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Surrounded by fragrant orange groves, the place is quiet and isolated. There’s a “Man Wanted” sign outside, so he approaches the owner, Nick (Cecil Kellaway), about the job. After some pleasant chitchat — the boss seems like a nice guy — the drifter is left alone at the counter. A second later, out of the corner of his eye he sees a woman’s lipstick* rolling towards him.
The camera tracks along the floor, ending at Cora’s legs (Lana Turner), her foot making the slightest movement as she fully presents herself. We cut to him, astonished at her beauty, so moved his breath is visibly taken away. She frames herself in a doorway, like a queen in her turban, but there’s a note of hesitation, of neediness.
He walks over, picks up her bait, “You drop this?”
“Mmm-mmm, thanks,” she says, turning away from him, smiling vapidly, and holding out her hand. You’re coming to me, buddy.
Not taking his eyes off of her, he slouches back on the counter. Sure, he’s never seen a dame like her in his life, but he’ll be damned if he’s gonna do some broad’s bidding. No, sweetheart, you’re coming to me.
She’s taken aback. She’s used to pushing her sweet, doddering husband around.
He’s still standing there, waiting.
So far, director Tay Garnett has photographed the actors in medium shot so we can take in their full body language, so we can observe Cora’s imperiousness and Frank’s stubborn confidence. Now, he cuts to Turner’s first close-up as her facade of indifference melts, her determination and lust inflamed. It’s been a while since a man could handle her, since she’s had a real challenge.
Cut back to a long shot, Frank still holding out his hand, still waiting for her. With a smirk she concedes defeat and walks over to him. “Thanks,” she says dismissively, while taking her lipstick and immediately turning away from him.
She walks back to the doorway, primps herself, and gives him another look. She glances over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with contempt. You may have won this round buddy, but we’ve only just started. She shuts the door in his face.
He knows he’s cooked.
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*According to Wikipedia, when Cain’s novel was first published in 1934 its lurid depiction of rough sex between Frank and Cora caused a bit of a scandal, resulting in the book being banned in Boston. In the novel the first meeting between Frank and Cora is uneventful. However, here’s what happens when they have sex for the first time:
I took her in my arms and mashed my mouth up against hers…”Bite me! Bite me!”
I bit her. I sunk my teeth into her lips so deep I could feel the blood spurt into my mouth. It was running down her neck when I carried her upstairs.
Hemmed in by the Hays Code, there was no way screenwriters Harry Ruskin and Niven Busch could get such a scene into the film. I wonder, though, if Cain’s scene, with Cora’s red lips, was the inspiration for the lipstick business in the movie.
Eddie Pensier writes:
It ain’t necessarily so
It ain’t necessarily so
The things that you’re liable
To read in the Bible,
It ain’t necessarily so.
Li’l David was small, but oh my!
Li’l David was small, but oh my!
He fought Big Goliath
Who lay down and dieth!
Li’l David was small, but oh my!
Oh Jonah, he lived in the whale,
Oh Jonah, he lived in the whale,
For he made his home in
That fish’s abdomen.
Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale.
Li’l Moses was found in a stream.
Li’l Moses was found in a stream.
He floated on water
Till Ol’ Pharaoh’s daughter,
She fished him, she said, from that stream.
Well, it ain’t necessarily so
Well, it ain’t necessarily so
They tells all you chillen
The devil’s a villain,
But it ain’t necessarily so!
To get into Heaven
Don’t snap for a second,
Live clean, don’t have no fault,
Oh, I takes dat gospel
Whenever it’s possible,
But… with a grain of salt.
Methuselah lived nine hundred years,
Methuselah lived nine hundred years,
But who calls that livin’
When no gal will give in
To no man what’s nine hundred years?
—Porgy and Bess (1935), music by George Gershwin, lyrics by DuBose Heyward and Ira Gershwin
Sammy Davis Jr in the 1959 Otto Preminger film:
Aretha Franklin at 18 in one of her first Columbia recordings from 1961:
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
“Dawn Attack” by Frank Frazetta.
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Blowhard, Esq. writes:
The chattel houses of Barbados and other parts of the British West Indies date back to the nineteenth century, and are possibly the world’s first mobile homes. The word “chattel” means “moveable property” and derives from “cattle” — at one time, this was the only significant piece of property a man would own…
Chattel houses were built entirely of wood and assembled without nails to make them simple to disassemble and move from place to place…As the family expanded and perhaps became more settled, owners often added a couple of rear rooms, or even another house, onto the back.
— Building Without Architects: A Global Guide to Everyday Architecture
Fenster writes:
Must have been a labor of love to put together:
Paleo Retiree writes:
Episode three in my current series of writeups of documentaries-about-movies that I’ve enjoyed recently. Episode one concerned “Free Radicals“; episode two was about “Big Joy.” Today:
Blowhard, Esq.
Callowman
Sherbrooke
Eddie Pensier
Enzo Nakamura
Epaminondas
Fabrizio del Wrongo
Fenster
Brundle Guy
Glynn Marshes
Paleo Retiree
Atypical Neurotic
Question Lady
Sax von Stroheim
Sir Barken Hyena
The Mistaken
Uncouth Reflections 