Buddy Miles died a few days ago and I didn’t see much mention about it. Hendrix “Band of Gypsies” was the dopest project he was involved with of course, but I went with this “Playboy after Dark” clip for an even Foxier Vibe – bad audio syncing due to overdub presumably done in the name of volume. It’s nice to see such a “substantial” cat laying it down behind the kit, so many waify drummers out there. Everyone seen in this clip shortly thereafter either penetrated, or was penetrated, but strangely, none of them remember it…

Wow! What a satisfying film. Great soundtrack; animation with occasional intricate layers, amazing use of negative/positive space constantly, at times simplistic, then lush and detailed at moments that point to a Persian pride. I was unfamiliar with the graphic novel but was completely drawn into the tale: Marjane Satrapi’s story, and a first hand account of the history of Iran over the end of the 20th century. A testimonial of The Individual against varying forces of ideology, repression, unsatisfying relationships, depression, and the rest. No bullshit Hollywood ending either. See a trailer at the main site which is a bit small, or a larger version on IMBD after sitting through an inane commercial – you know, American style… I urge everyone to see this film.

Forget fears about turbulence, fellow rogue passengers with box cutters, ethanol in the engine or ever shrinking carry on and leg room…is the pilot freaking out or dead?

Automobiles are statistically far more dangerous of course, and while I’ve never experienced anything too scary in the air, it isn’t hard to get me white knuckled or queesy with common bumps and dips. Somehow in a car wreck I feel like I might have a chance – that is, manipulate my body in some way to minimize injury. It’s an illusion of course, but to be in a cylinder falling out of the sky, ever faster, subjected to your fellow sardines shrieks and panic…I don’t think I could handle that. But I think my “fear of flying” is actually rooted in a fear of sharks. Somehow you realize you’ve survived the impact, maybe some broken limbs, clinging to some flotilla in the frigid ocean and fuel burn off dancing on savage waves, only to realize the uber-efficient predators will find you before the rescue party does-

I’ll still take taunting the Christmas Day Tiger, thank you…

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I have nothing against the idea of a vegan strip club like the one recently opened in Portland, OR, it just sort of cracks me up. As does this quote from the young woman in the article-

” I can’t stand the smell of smoldering rotting carcasses when I walk by the kitchen. It is totally gross. I’ve been a vegan for three and a half years and I can’t stand the thought of working in a place that serves murder victims on a bun. Working at a club like Casa Diablo Gentlemen’s Club is my dream!”

If you’re ever out that way to check it out for yourself, be sure to stop in to the USDAT+A Acropolis mentioned in the comment section as well.

So you’ve heard about all of the snow related travel chaos in China, intensified because it is their New Year, or Spring Festival. I have friends now in Beijing, north of the main commotion and not directly effected. This video shows how they do up the fireworks over there, but unfortunately loads slowly. Out with the Pig and in with the Rat! If Beijing strikes you as huge, remember you are seeing only one part of one district. The blasts are little more powdery and raw. And where can I get some of those “flail sparklers”?

It’s the anniversary of when Patty Hearst was kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army and was thus able to live out the bad girl fantasy of bank robbery, only do 22 months for the crime and later receive a full pardon. Hurray for rich kids… why shouldn’t they have it all? Still, it’s more twisted and exciting than anything Paris ever did- This doc is good too.