Blowhard, Esq. writes:
Head over to Lloyd’s blog for the program from his memorial service, some beautiful remarks by his friend the Reverend Paul Zahl, and a recording of “Dark Harbor,” a song Lloyd co-wrote.
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
Head over to Lloyd’s blog for the program from his memorial service, some beautiful remarks by his friend the Reverend Paul Zahl, and a recording of “Dark Harbor,” a song Lloyd co-wrote.
Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:
If you’re into fair-skinned women, you might be interested in Emily Bloom. Her skin is so fair that if she had a kid with Wesley Snipes it’d still have a better-than-average chance of being a redhead.
Emily, who is from Ukraine, has put together quite a portfolio of nude work over the last three years. Her perfectly engineered bod and sweet-spirited shamelessness (she seems to delight in showing off her pussy and butthole) have allowed her to build a nice little brand; she even plans to launch her own website. Fans at TheNudeEU claim she is now in the States and going to art school. Hey, art and sex are two of our favorite things! Let’s hope she continues doing the naked stuff on the side.
I believe these scaled-down images come from HegreArt, MetArt, Femjoy, Eternal Desire, Goddess Nudes, and Amour Angels.
Nudity below. Happy Friday.
Eddie Pensier writes:
New Zealand brand Stolen Rum has a hipster origin story for the ages: inspired by a Jim Jarmusch movie.
Instead of the usual fruitcakey sorts of spices that flavor a spiced rum, Stolen decided to make theirs smell of what I imagine the back-bar of a grungy 70s downtown rock club smelled like at 6am…rum, coffee and cigarettes, just like it says on the bottle. Definitely not your average spiced Sailor Jerry or Captain Morgan. This is surely no sophisticated pipey “tobacco” note but rather the grey, ashy smell of cheap or badly handmade cigarettes with too high a ratio of paper to tobacco.
What a surprise then, that the coffee note is the smooth player in this mix. Not bitter overroasted coffee, but a nice medium-roast that when combined with the rum’s own inherent caramel-molasses-vanilla notes produces an interesting Frappucino-ish effect. Imagine a 38% alcohol Frappuccino into which you have accidentally extinguished your Marlboro, but you, you badass rock star you, wouldn’t let something like that ruin your drink.
It should be noted that the Coffee & Cigarettes I’m drinking is the censored version. Australia apparently gave Stolen some grief over the wording on the label, so in a fit of pique combined with a marketing masterstroke, they scribbled out the label and renamed it “Spiced”. They underproofed it too: this one has 37.5% abv, too weak to legally be sold as “rum” in the USA.
I’m enjoying my Stolen Coffee & Cigarettes Spiced over ice or splashed with soda, but I’m going to start mixing it with stuff soon. Time will tell if it manages to overcome the “hey, this isn’t as gross as I thought it would be!” novelty hurdle.
Available in Australia at Dan Murphy’s and BYS, and in the USA at these joints.
Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:
If you haven’t been living in a cave (i.e. away from social media), and you’re at all interested in this type of thing, you’ve seen the trailer and poster for the new Star Wars movie, entitled “The Force Awakens.” It’s the latest blockbuster-type thing to use its marketing campaign to draw fawning, quasi-hysterical reactions from a yearning-to-be-milked base of nerds and superfans. For years people have joked that movies are turning into excuses for their trailers. In the post-“Fury Road” world, where the sell seems the raison d’être of popular culture, it’s less a joke than a serious criticism. When director J.J. Abrams delivers the finished product, will it live up to its two-minute commercial? If it doesn’t, will the faithful be able to admit it without collapsing their worldviews?
But enough of that. The point of this post is the poster. The first regular-release poster (what used to be called the “one-sheet”) for “The Force Awakens” is pictured above. What do you think? My first reaction was something along the lines of, “Wow, too complicated.” Though the design seems intended to evoke the style of Drew Struzan, it has none of his signature clarity or texture. Character likenesses pile up in a confusing, digitally-worked-over-looking mass, which culminates in a portrait of heroine Daisy Ridley. That image of Ridley is, I suppose, the chief thing to which your eye is drawn, but it’s not highlighted or emphasized in a manner that would encourage you to linger on it. But then it’s hard to emphasize a graphical element when the work in question doesn’t have a background. Just about everything in this design seems like a foreground element. It’s all vying for your attention.
In case you’re wondering, the poster depicts 13 characters, provided you count the white stormtroopers (are they still called stormtroopers?) as only one character.
That gives it a character score of 13 (more on that later).
Eddie Pensier writes:
A recent business trip to Sydney brought some fantastic culinary experiences and some regrettable architectural ones. I made a pilgrimage to the Central Park shopping centre in Chippendale to visit (among other things) Daiso, that marvelously kooky Japanese version of a dollar shop.
Central Park is a Very Important Building in Sydney. It has won all manner of awards for its cutting-edge design, “sustainability”, and “green living” features.
It is also, to the naked eye, worryingly covered with mold.
The Central Park food hall contains one of my favorite Sydney food vendors: a Taiwanese fried-chicken stall called ShihLin. For not a great deal of money, one may purchase a deep-fried chicken breast, doused with a pleasingly assertive chili-pepper seasoning salt, sliced into strips with a pair of office scissors, and served to you in a paper bag with bamboo skewers serving as makeshift forks. It was so tasty I couldn’t even operate the focus on my phone properly.
I wolfed this down in Central Park’s eerily empty food court while the PA system played Rhythm Del Mundo’s salsa cover of Bohemian Rhapsody. Worth a listen if you’ve never heard it.
Paleo Retiree writes:
I’m curious about where visitors stand on the way that so many guys these days, on greeting each other, routinely give each other a great big bear hug, as though they haven’t seen each other in decades. Me, I’m much happier with a hand-shake than a hug.