A Pool without Water?

I love this super vintage Hippy Chick photo of Debbie Harry:

I Hate the Academy Awards

but I love this Paris, Je T'aime image via Flowing Heat.
(We'll avoid the fact that Poms are quite rare in Paris, presumably because they are not French enough.)



BREAKING NEWS UPDATE for Flowy: I've been behind on my RSS feeds, but thought you might like this Floating Lykke Li linky in case you missed it.


Knocked Up (Rodeo Mash Up)

The Day of the Locust

Dolly, a miniature poodle, yawns as she is groomed backstage. Dolly is treated like a princess as she rests on her pink pillow and dons ribbons of the same color.

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE!
OctoWomby launches website to beg for donations!
I won't encourage her with a direct link, but you can find it in the article. There's even a place for comments, but unfortunately you can't see them.

PsychoOctoMom somehow reminds me of this...

Brilliant novel and rather good film too:
The Day of the Locust is a 1939 novel by American author Nathanael West, set in Hollywood, California during the Great Depression, depicting the alienation and desperation of a disparate group of individuals who exist at the fringes of the movie industry.

Plot summary
The book follows a young man named Tod Hackett who thinks of himself as a painter and artist, but who works in Hollywood as a costume designer and back ground painter. He falls in love with Faye Greener, an aspiring starlet who lives nearby. Between his work in the studio and his introduction to Faye's friends, he is soon interacting with numerous Hollywood hangers-on, including a cowboy who lives in the hills above the studios and works as an extra in cowboy movies, his Mexican friend who keeps fighting cocks, and Homer Simpson, a hapless businessman whom Faye is taking advantage of. The book ends with a riot at a movie premiere.
Further commentary to follow
after I get a decent bowl of hot and sour soup for dinner.

Welcome to Show Business!

Original Caption:
Los Angeles -- Actor John Barrymore, appearing in Bankruptcy Court here recently, asked that he be given a drawing account of $1,000 a week and that the rest be apportioned among his creditors. (1940)

All images via:
If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,
There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats
Ongoing Series of Cultural and Personal Observations;
by Tom Sutpen, Stephen Cooke, Richard Gibson and Kimberly Lindbergs


Sister Suvi - "Longlegs"

TWEAKING HARD IN A MOTEL ROOM WITH NOAM CHOMSKY

Yay Hooray
Sister Suvi - "Longlegs"

I had put in an inquiry for an interview with Professor Chomsky through an administrative aide in the Linguistics Department at M.I.T. who I "met" while he was auctioning a 1st edition of Come Back, Dr. Caligari on eBay (I lost). I said the interview was to be published in RADAR Magazine, which wasn't true because they had already stiffed me on my last published submission, but I wanted to meet Professor Chomsky badly enough to lie; not that I was too confident it would help much. I had pretty much given up when, weeks later, my phone rang.
'Is this Bachem?' a familiar voice asked.
'It is...'
'This is Noam Chomsky. I'm in Los Angeles and calling to follow up on your interview request. Are you available to meet?'
'Um, yes, of course, absolutely; when and where?'
'Can you get some Tina?'
'Uh, 'tina,' sir?'
'Tina. Christina. Crystal meth.'
'Oh, I didn't-- wow, is that really how the term is derived?'
'Do you want to question etymology with a Professor of Linguistics, or should I go ahead and trace the development of the term 'imbecile' for you?'
'Look, sure, I can probably get some. Can I take you to dinner for the interview proper?'
'Do you think I want to do meth to stimulate my appetite? Let's just get this out of the way: imbecile comes from the French imbécile.'
I took a deep breath, wishing I could start the call over. 'Where would you like to go?'
'I've heard intriguing things about Valley Ball on Roscoe in Studio City.'
'But...that's a strip club.'
He sighed. 'The French imbécile derives from the Latin imbecillus...'
I would come to dread his sighs.
'Where can I pick you up?'
...

Beautiful girls.

Killing Lies one stroke at a time.





Said the Gramophone has such good taste: The Mittenstrings - "Rochester Said".





Blackout Beach - "Astoria, Menthol Lite, Hilltop, Wave of Evil 1982"


Octohat

Sister Suvi - "Longlegs"