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How hot is too hot? Apparently poor Rob Funk of Vancouver is the litmus test. He claims his life has been made unnecessarily difficult on account of his good looks. Not only does the former catalogue model attract an uncomfortable amount of attention any time he walks into a room (”everyone turns to look at me”), but he can’t get a date, because women are “intimidated” to be seen with such an attractive individual.
Fortunately, a Vancouver radio station has taken it upon themselves to help the poor guy get a date, at the same time enabling the rest of us to get a look at the agonized Adonis himself.
Talk about a hottie!
How’s it going to end? The Hollywood North Report is on the case!
Much ado about famed BBC DJ John Peel and his beloved wooden box full of 7″ singles (MetaFilter, BoingBoing). Only the ILoveMusic discussion group has been trying to gather the tracks together and finally somebody has posted a torrent.
It’s a work in progress apparently. I’m guessing the sheer scattered, eclectic nature of a collector like Peel means that the average muso has never even heard of most of these artists, nevermind rip them from their collection. For sure, some great tracks and then some tracks that only a mother could love (or an archivist like John Peel).
Former SNL cast member and one-time God-loving Catholic Julia Sweeney joins a Bible-studies class at her church, only to wonder if those who would have us live our lives according to the Good Book are hoping for a return to the days of vengeful slaughter and family dysfunction.
An audio link from onegoodmove.com
(you have to scroll down to the June 05, 2005 posting)
Seen from the distance of the magazine rack at the grocery store checkout line, Britney Spears and her SoCal chav hubby Kevin Federline resemble a trash-tabloid train wreck destined for disaster, charting a course towards liposuction, alimony and future episodes of the Surreal Life. But surely the moms-and-pops to be (not counting the progeny Mr. Spears has already apparently produced) wouldn’t seem so tawdry if they could just let us in on what it’s really like to be them …
I thought is was common knowledge, but Bob Marley passed away back in 1981. Imagine the BBC’s embarrasement when they recently emailed a request for an interview with the Tuff Gong.
Mi naa jesta, mon. Naa, everytin cook an’ curry.
So the National Post, among others, saw fit to deride Michael Jackson yesterday for his comments likening himself to other persecuted “black luminaries” like Nelson Mandela and Muhammed Ali.
The Post, like others in the media, were incredulous that someone with skin so fair could have the audacity to claim to experience racism, and opined that celebrities like Jacko are not only shunned by the black community, but trivialize the struggle against racism .
I think the real surprise is that the circle of middle-aged, mortgage-paying white guys with comfy jobs that make up the editorial boards of papers like the Post feel themselves experts on the subject of what it means to experience racism, or who is and who isn’t a legitimate representative of black culture. I mean, I have absolutely no knowledge on the subject either, but that’s why I think I’d pause before writing sentences like “the symbol of black struggle should not be raised by a bleached fist.”
I only noticed it because it reminded me of David Foster Wallace’s article on American right-wing talk radio from the last issue of the Atlantic Monthly. The main character that Wallace follows around is another opinionated, middle-aged white guy, who, among other things, goes to the wall to defend his right to use the “N” word on air to describe black people and tells black callers how their support for OJ is misguided and that they’re over-sensitive about race.
Again, a world totally unknown to me, but i just can’t imagine being that presumptuous about what other people go through.
The LCBO (yes, that’s pronounced “lĭk-bō” - or at least in my house it is) here in Ontario is the “world’s largest purchaser of beverage alcohol, buying wine, spirits and beer from more than 60 countries for Ontario consumers and licensees.” Of course, they also mark it up at exhorbitant rates and make a tun of loot like some drunken pirates on the high seas.
You know that feeling you go “home” after you haven’t been “home” for a while? Well, that’s how I felt when I went back to Infiltration.org just today. The site is your essential guide to urban exploration. Specifically, about “going places you’re not supposed to go.” Which I love (reminds me of spelunking at school in the UofWaterloo tunnels).
