Dear follower: forgive me while this contributor takes a turn for the personal. Is it the season? Is it the weather? Is it the lack of a personal blog to get emo on? Who can say. With the best of intentions, I was crafting a project about Tiësto, the “#1 DJ in the...
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Tags: 101010, berlin, dj tiësto, impermanence, jacob krupnick, matrimony, no one here gets out alive, you cannot be serious about that underage tramp
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Following the death of her husband, Julia DeForest Tuttle decided to sell the iron foundry and leave Cleveland for good. She’d visited Florida once and thought it would be a good place to raise her two kids. In 1891, she bought 640 acres of southern Florida around Biscayne Bay and took the steam-train down...
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Tags: bridges, infrastructure, jacob krupnick krupnick, julia tuttle, julia tuttle causeway, miami, no one here gets out alive, photography, sex offenders
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If you didn’t know already, the namesake of this column, “The Bleeps, the Sweeps, and the Creeps”, comes from the classic Mel Brooks picture Spaceballs. The phrase comes up in an irreverent moment, where the Captain and first mate are asking a radar technician why the radar isn’t working, and they find that it’s...
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Tags: ballet mecanique, fernand leger, free consideration, george antheil, industrial aesthetic, iphone, michael winslow, no one here gets out alive, postbiology, robot apocalypse, wvkr
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DON’T DIE SELF-MUMMIFY! 5 EASY STEPS TO IMMORTALIZATION You’re just wasting time here. You could be so much more productive in the afterlife! Three dozen Buddhist monks can’t be wrong. Step 1 Preparation Set aside 2000 days for your transition. This is a “slowly, but surely” process. Inform family and friends of your new...
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Tags: dogface boy, immortality, mummification, no one here gets out alive
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Alice Dunbar-Nelson was born in New Orleans in 1875, and lived to become an elder of the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920′s. Public intellectual is a tough gig to get anytime, but for a black woman in those days, a paycheck was especially hard to come by… She worked as a teacher and a...
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Tags: activism, Alice Dunbar-Nelson, Harlem Renaissance, no one here gets out alive, war
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“But darkness will come, but darkness will come For sure, it’s gonna come And the breast on her chest is where I take my rest Is where I have my fun, is where I have my fun And one long red nail that shoots from her toe Is tickling my blood and shifting its...
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Grunge is dead. My grandmother is dead. Jackson Pollock is dead. The implications are as follows: Music that was labeled "grunge" can never again be made, my grandmother will never again pinch my cheek, and there will be no new works of art by Jackson Pollock. This is as it...
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Tags: anti-folk, dead man, flannel, green day, grunge, i hate avril lavigne, i hate courtney love, jackson pollock, jeffrey lewis, jesus christ, johnny depp, kurt cobain, michael jackson, no one here gets out alive, pearl jam, performance, picasso, punk, sid viscious, sonic youth
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Jim Morrison serves as President and C.E.O. of Sexy Hair. Under his leadership, the company increased revenue by $20 million, launched in over 10 countries, and entered into the world of high-profile consumer advertising. Morrison is also credited for getting the Sexy Hair brand name out by using celebrity advertising. Using mostly music industry...
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Tags: american idol, cheryl burke, close to home, hair, jim morrison, katherine mcphee, kellie pickler, no one here gets out alive, sexy hair
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That day I was sleepy, all throughout work, into my lunch break. I took my usual vigil outside, by the pond, while reading the current issue of The New Yorker. There were metal benches arranged around the place where the pond erupted back on itself in mild geysers, and the wind sometimes carried the...
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Tags: caffeine, coke, death death goose, no one here gets out alive, photography, silent stranger, the new yorker
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