Saturday, October 14, 2006
Friday, October 13, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
new york
he asked me if this bus was going to what sounded like "west palms." I said, er, it's going east. he nodded and thanked me and i have no idea what he said but he said a lot of it.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
whiskey picnic - directed by chad
woodland creatures gather besotted by the clear clean taste of PM whiskey
Thursday, September 21, 2006
"it's naked -- it's brutal -- it's who we are"
the front element fell out of my lomo fisheye and shattered. it seems to have something to do with focus.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
stress release
From the May 24, 2006 issue of a Florida Keys free weekly. The pullquote goes, "It's a stress release. It helps me deal with a lot of problems."
the long legs of the law
If vertical stripes signify the watching eyes of regulators, and the human gam is a flesh-and-blood manifestation of similar design principles, are leg-men inexorably attracted to the code of good sportsmanship? and does the elaborate tat subvert the signage and make the would-be transgressor uncertain whether his departure from written law be met with punishment or reward? Should the charm city roller girls find themselves in need of a dramaturg, do let me know.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
happy sad
happy sad
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.
if you squint real hard you can imagine that yellow car is a ball of fire he's conjured up from the depths of hades. I think my old, lower-res cameraphone could have worked such digital alchemy but I can stare at this and pass out and dream.
i dig a pony
i dig a pony
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.
the zoppe family circus performs on mulberry street in little italy, nyc. related tags: pony, cleavage, punishment and reward.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
great wall
great wall
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.
I was walking around Chinatown and through an open doorway saw a pair of big-eyed puppy cut-outs hanging on a wall. I went in to investigate what turned out to be a kind of storefront Buddhist temple. A donation table was set up where you could pay a dollar for a fortune (see above). The temple matron sat at a reception desk across from the donation box, so I paid for my fortune and asked if I could take a picture. She said yes, but when I took aim at a pair of wall-hung big-eyed monkeys she said no - I could take pictures of Buddha but not that. Hmm.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
me and my protective circle
me and my protective circle
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.
at the strange powers exhibit, in a lower east side building supposedly haunted by Federico Garcia Lorca. I asked about the jar of sidewalk chalk on the reception table. It's an adjunct to Peter Coffin's wall drawing, where anybody who asks about it gets to have a protective circle drawn around them anywhere in the gallery. I picked a spot near the healer.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
the love song of j. alfred yeastrock
the love song of j. alfred yeastrock
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.
weeki wachee by holga by Pat.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
putty hill xanadu
putty hill xanadu
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.
Putty Hill Skateland in Baltimore, slated for the wrecking ball next month.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
the littlest mortal coil
the littlest mortal coil
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.
from the 1905 tome Painting pastimes for young artists
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
lost horizon (1973)

It wasn't that bad.
I said it about GOIN' COCONUTS, the Donny and Marie movie, which I would nevertheless not want to see again; and now I can say it about LOST HORIZON, the 1973 musical - which I actually wouldn't mind seeing again. So long as I can fast-forward through the non-musical parts.
LH has such an awful reputation - colleagues who saw its original release warned me there was nothing even enjoyably bad about it. It does suffer from what would seem to be insurmountable problems: a really slow start (a friend suggested cutting the ration scene, for one); actors who can't sing; and what may be the very worst choreography I've ever seen - poor Hermes Pan - the legendary choreographer of the Fred and Ginger movies is reduced in senescence to this? Is Sally Kellerman, at her physical peak, simply doing an impression of the infirm in her somnambulistic shuffle?
But I like Bacharach - his tricky melodies may not be immediately memorable, but once they dig in they're settled for good. And the conceit of a musical Shangri-La isn't so illogical - after all this wasn't the first or even second musical treatment of James Hilton's book, which after its Capra-ization was sung on broadway and later on television. I'm not familiar with the other musical treatments, but here the characters sing only in Shangri-La (the soundtrack recording includes a number by Peter Finch's character, having left Paradise, singing that he must go back - but this isn't in the movie), and the one visiting character who doesn't sing - Michael York - doesn't want to stay there, so it makes perfect sense that he doesn't have a song. Yes, even George Peppard, or his vocal double, sings too, and that's one of the charms of this movie, as characters find and revel in their song.
There is much to ridicule: a sexual chemistry between Liv Ullman and Peter Finch may be unlikely if not completely absurd, but between Sally Kellerman and George Peppard? And there's the casting of John Gielgud as Chang, who when we meet him immediately dispels our aural suspicions by pointing out that he was educated at Oxford. Which doesn't explain his occasional slips into some stilted Chinese-Oxfordian accent, but still, that's one audacious backstory. Politically, there's the matter of colonialism/exoticism and the peculiarly unenlightened gender roles in paradise. In better hands (Stanley Donen/Gene Kelly, back in the day? Bollywood? Jacques Demy!) this could have been an unguilty pleasure. Still, I found about a third of LOST HORIZON wonderful despite its flaws.
There's a demo record out there of the LH material sung and performed by Bacharach himself - if anybody in the listening area has a copy I'd love to hear it.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
'Up to 100 bears were involved in the massacre ... It was a dreadful scene.'
When Barney met Mabel, there was an instant - and fatal - chemical reaction.
On Tuesday night the doberman pinscher guard dog, after six years' blameless service, went berserk: within minutes Mabel, a 1909 German-made Steiff teddy bear once owned by Elvis Presley, more recently the pride and joy of an English aristocrat, lay mortally wounded.
satisfaction always
satisfaction always
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.
from The American Rabbit and Cavy Breeders Association Inc Guidebook and Standard, 1932-1933.



