Verb: That's What's a'Happenin'!

The last thread was getting a little depressing so I was hoping to cheer everyone up with more Schoolhouse rock and cute fashion finds on LOOKBOOK.nu.
















If that Buttwiser T-shirt was around when I was a UC freshman, I definitely would have worn it.

Howling at the Lunatics

Quoted from: Dane Lovett

Suzanne G.:
If I had one wish in this world dominated by quick, generic and often rather uninspiring digital photography clogging up our precious webspace, it would be to bring Francesca Woodman back to life.

She committed suicide in 1981 at the age of 22 by jumping out of a loft window in New York, but for me, her works have only grown in their eroticism and thanatal (I wrote it, therefore it’s a word now!) attraction since.

In other canine news, a dog who was washed overboard and believed drowned has been found four months later - as a castaway on a remote Australian island.

Rocking the Schoolhouse

While I have tons of random crap to post, I thought this Schoolhouse Rock find deserved its own...


Ah Bill, you were my first pulpy hero. The first piece of paper with pathos. You fought for truth, justice and the American way (probably alongside Verb). You taught me how the Laws of our Country came into being; fighting the good fight, clawing your way up Capital Hill one step at a time. You filled me with hope, patriotism and pride.

Of course, back then I didn’t know how much pork they shoved down your neck. But I still love you, man.

A Lovely Swim

Marilyn via adski_kafeteri

I was never more certain of how far away I was from my goal than when I was standing right beside it.


In Greek mythology, Hermione (in greek: Ἑρμιόνη) was the only daughter of Menelaus and Helen. She had three brothers. While her parents were away fighting (and being seduced, in Helen's case), Hermione was being raised by her aunt, Clytemnestra. Prior to the Trojan War, she was betrothed by Menelaus to Orestes, her cousin through Menelaus' brother, Agamemnon. However, on the battlefield during the Trojan War, her father also promised her to Neoptolemus, also known as Pyrrhus, son of Achilles. There is a historical dispute over whether or not such a discrepancy actually occurred, however. Some authors, such as Euripides, describe the dual promise, while others, such as Ovid, do not mention it at all.

Regardless, at the end of the Trojan War, Neoptolemus claimed Hermione as his and took her back to Epirus, his homeland.

Shortly after settling into the domestic life, however, conflict arose between Hermione and Andromache, the concubine he had obtained as a prize after the sack of Troy. Hermione blamed Andromache for her inability to become pregnant, claiming that the concubine was casting spells on her to keep her barren. She asked her father to kill Andromache while Neoptolemus was away at war, but when he chose not to go through with the murder, Hermione fled from Epirus with her cousin Orestes.

Hermione and Orestes were married, and she gave birth to his heir Tisamenus.

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Later myths of the Classical Greeks relate that Athena guided Perseus in his quest to behead Medusa. She instructed Heracles to skin the Nemean Lion by using its own claws to cut through its thick hide. She also helped Heracles to defeat the Stymphalian Birds, and to navigate the underworld so as to capture Cerberos.

For Wagga who hasn't seen Gattaca:


In another late story, it is said that Odysseus' cunning and shrewd nature quickly won Athena's favour. In the realistic epic mode, however, she largely is confined to aiding him only from afar, as by implanting thoughts in his head during his journey home from Troy. It is not until he washes up on the shore of an island where Nausicaa is washing her clothes that Athena arrives personally to provide more tangible assistance. She appears in Nausicaa's dreams to ensure that the princess rescues Odysseus and plays a role in his eventual escort to Ithaca.

Happy Fishnet Friday Bonus Pack

TGIFF!

H/T to Wagga for all of these lovely ladies and more NSFW ones posted on Nuclear Tentacles.

Groovy Gangsta Heroes

Tanuki Coon Dog Central
"Starvation is cheap," he says as he prepares an afternoon lunch of barbecue coon and red pop at his west side home.

His little Cape Cod is an urban Appalachia of coon dogs and funny smells. The interior paint has the faded sepia tones of an old man's teeth; the wallpaper is as flaky and dry as an old woman's hand.

Beasley peers out his living room window. A sushi cooking show plays on the television. The neighborhood outside is a wreck of ruined houses and weedy lots.

"Today people got no skill and things is getting worse," he laments. "What people gonna do? They gonna eat each other up is what they gonna do."

A licensed hunter and furrier, Beasley says he hunts coons and rabbit and squirrel for a clientele who hail mainly from the South, where the wild critters are considered something of a delicacy.

Though the flesh is not USDA inspected, if it is thoroughly cooked, there is small chance of contracting rabies from the meat, and distemper and Parvo cannot be passed onto humans, experts say.

Doing for yourself, eating what's natural, that was Creation's intention, Beasley believes. He says he learned that growing up in Three Creeks, Ark.

"Coon or rabbit. God put them there to eat. When men get hold of animals he blows them up and then he blows up. Fill 'em so full of chemicals and steroids it ruins the people. It makes them sick. Like the pigs on the farm. They's 3 months old and weighing 400 pounds. They's all blowed up. And the chil'ren who eat it, they's all blowed up. Don't make no sense."

Hunting is prohibited within Detroit city limits and Beasley insists he does not do so. Still, he says that life in the city has gone so retrograde that he could easily feed himself with the wildlife in his backyard, which abuts an old cement factory.

He procures the coons with the help of the hound dogs who chase the animal up a tree, where Beasley harvests them with a .22 caliber rifle. A true outdoorsman, Beasley refuses to disclose his hunting grounds.

"This city is going back to the wild," he says. "That's bad for people but that's good for me. I can catch wild rabbit and pheasant and coon in my backyard."

Detroit was once home to nearly 2 million people but has shrunk to a population of perhaps less than 900,000. It is estimated that a city the size of San Francisco could fit neatly within its empty lots. As nature abhors a vacuum, wildlife has moved in.

A beaver was spotted recently in the Detroit River. Wild fox skulk the 15th hole at the Palmer Park golf course. There is bald eagle, hawk and falcon that roam the city skies. Wild Turkeys roam the grasses. A coyote was snared two years ago roaming the Federal Court House downtown. And Beasley keeps a gaze of skinned coon in the freezer.

Thursday's shall be Beasley Urban Heroes days - if I can find enough of them.

Tanuki in Pink for April

Spring Fever! Woohoo!



Build your own Blingee



Tanuki's Spring Blingee!