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From lo these many weeks past:

The Star Trek: Into Darkness Spoiler FAQ: Explains the plot holes you can drive a semi through in a very amusing way. Warning: sweary language (the FAQ answerer is clearly of strong opinions). Spoilerage abounds, so I'm declaring comments to this post to be a SPOILER FRIENDLY ZONE for ST:ID.

First clip from "Only Lovers Left Alive" features Tom Hiddleston and Tilda Swinton hot un-kissing/making out [YouTube]. VampireLoki + VampireTildaSwinton = how do I get an invite to this party?? 'Cos I need one. For... research.

Why do men keep putting me in the girlfriend zone? (Hat tip glitter_femme). I've only been in this situation once and the guy got verbally abusive when I told him I wasn't interested. Full disclosure: when I was a stupid teenager I "boyfriend-zoned" a good bit. Then I grew up and learned that the 'verse doesn't owe me boy/girlfriends.

Club veteran Princess Julia's piece on the attractions of club life and the role of the DJ. This quote especially resonated with me:

Mark Moore dj, music producer and frontman of seminal band S-Express began his career as a dj and continues to involve himself in the spirit of it, 'My experience of djing is similar to when friends come round your house and you play music to them. Every record that brings joy to them and blows their mind also brings joy to you so it's really a way of bonding and sharing - communion! The DJ experience is just a bigger version of this with more people and more energy.

I was the kid ever making mixtapes for my friends to evangelize my taste in music, and that urge to share is part of what got me into radio in college. Even when I was trying to learn to mix, I don't think I ever really wanted to be a club dj - I always wanted to be John Peel, introducing people to sounds they've never heard before.
And 'cos the quote is from Mark Moore: Enjoy this trip. And it is a trip. Countdown is progressing... [YouTube]. Oldie but goodie.

Remittance Girl's blog post on feeling like an exile stuck in my head: "There have been times in my life, I’ve masqueraded inclusion. I’ve pretended to join, I’ve faked communion, I’ve partaken of the flesh, without swallowing. There is almost always a thin membrane, a wrap of impenetrable film that keeps me in exile." For good or ill, I kinda get that. Even when I've tried I've always felt a bit "off-center", and with age I'm (slowly, oh so very slowly) starting to accept that. (FYI this entry is worksafe but the rest of Remittance Girl's site emphatically is not; having said this if you're looking for quality erotica of all sorts go here).

Some noteworthy things crossed my screen this morning:

Best dressed of the 2013 Met Costume Institute Gala: which COULD have been interesting as the exhibit is Punk: Chaos to Couture but looking through the images, it seems like only Madonna got the memo. Michael Musto nails it.

For the record, I do plan to go up for the exhibit and I have no illusions about high fashion stealing ideas from the street - it always has and always will. I do find it disappointing that while it appears the exhibit will delve into the roots and philosophy of original punk (anti)fashion, no actual punks were in attendance (lurve you Vivienne Westwood, but you've not been a punk for a long time). Not like punks would actually show up to a fashion gala, but one would think they would have invited some, at least in a cynical attempt to shock.

It's also aesthetically disappointing because it's another parade of pretty people wearing predictably sleek designer gear. Don't get me wrong - I like looking at sleek designer gear and pretty people - but it's not challenging or interesting and one would have hoped the theme would encourage SOMEONE to take some fashion risks, but no.

As an aside, this is also why I don't go out of my way to view the Oscar red carpet - there are no surprises. Gimme another Bjork swan dress (a dress so odd it has it's own Wikipedia page!) and maybe I'll go to the trouble.

The other is this photo essay Rave kids in the '90s vs. rave kids today, and I know I'm going to sound like an old crusty, but here goes: I find it sad that the current styles for women are so sexualized. Nothing wrong with sex or being sexy, but Back In The Day(TM), raving was about dancing - hard, sweatily, all night. You didn't run around in a sports bra to look hot, but because it was so hot it was raining indoors - in short, you dressed so you could dance comfortably.

I love the costumey aspect, but I imagine it's hard to seriously pound the parquet if you're afraid your clothes are going to fall off :P

Also one of the things I loved about raving was that I was coming out of a club scene that emphasized tight minidresses and "dress to impress" and it was a relief to go out and not have to be sexy sexy sexy just to get in the door. I could just dance and let the music take me.

If raving is just another fashion show, I think that's sad. But I'm also heartened that if this is the case there will inevitably be a pendulum swing away from that, if there isn't already.

As a tongue tied college radio DJ my hero was John Peel, the legendary BBC Dj who would play anything and everything as long as it was new and fresh, from major labels to nameless cassettes sent in the mail. I first heard him on BBC World Service on my dad's staticky shortwave and his dry humor between records only added to the thrill of discovery. Oh, to flip through his record bins....

And through the joys of the internet WE ALL CAN! Peel's entire 65,000(!) record collection will be going online! Not only preserved but accessible to everyone!

Meanwhile, Tate Modern's photographic archive was narrowly saved from the garbage, while the V&A's is long gone(!). The moron at the V&A should surely be haunted by the ghosts of librarians and curators past!

Current Mood: blindsided

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My mother's biscuits, whole wheat and white. I have her recipe but mine are never as good as hers.

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He first planted the critical thinking seed in my mind. Whenever I read something, he'd tell me to take into account what perspective the writer was coming from, and whether that knowledge affected how seriously I took the text. He also pointed out that the the research or writing was poor, I didn't HAVE to finish everything I started.

I also remember him telling me not to trust the cops, and if ever pulled over admit nothing :P

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Probably Athens GA to Lexington KY, for a rave back in college. The organizer told the then "net rave" population that if we could get there and bring the vibe, we'd get in free.

In theory it was only an 8 hour trip but when you go to Nashville for a pit stop it turns into 12. Con: surprise 12 hour trip, flat tire. Pro: good company, good party and seeing D. at the end. And some surprisingly good chocolate mousse in Nashville...

Passing the time? Talking to keep whoever was driving awake!

"Glee"'s reboot for a new generation:

Anyone remember the original?

Current Music: "Safety Dance"

Documentary coming out next year:

Damn, it really has been 20 years (or thereabouts, if I count the "false start" Atlanta parties where most of the attendees couldn't fathom dancing without beer).

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Yes and no.

As a teenager I was a fervent music snob and based most of my friendships primarily around shared musical tastes. This wasn't the greatest way of choosing friends but it did rule out disagreeable subsets of my peers in high school: the (sexist) metal fans, the (bullying) hip hop fans, and the (all of the above plus homophobic redneck) country fans. In suburban Atlanta in the mid '80s it was a fairly safe assumption that if someone listened to Erasure, Bauhaus and the Cure, they weren't likely to be freaked out by gay people, judgmental of girls who wore all black or evangelically pious.

As an adult I'm less dogmatic because the lines are less clear cut - we grow, and stuff :P I've since discovered that my disdain for some hip hop, metal, country, etc. was based a lot more on the fans than on the music itself, and that as in most musical genres, what reaches the ears of those not "plugged in" often isn't the BEST of what's out there. What surprised me the most was that I could like some (very limited) country - I mean, the original Man in Black covering Nine Inch Nails - who knew I'd ever see the day?

I note they're all sensibly wearing hats:

Not typical of the Damned's ouvre, but utterly beautiful, especially the Spanish-style guitar (which incredibly meant that my Spanish guitar-playing dad actually liked a song by a punk band).

Current Music: "Alone Again Or" - The Damned

12:33 Good news, false alarm! RT @wax_fm: wax_fm Technics 1200 & 1210 turntables not facing axe; 2009 vinyl sales up 35% on 2008 tr.im/H1W9 #

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Alas, I hear tell that the Technics 1200 turntable will cease production in February.

My first encounter with this slick technology was as a college radio DJ in the early 90s when the live studio got a set to replace the ancient cement wheels we'd been using. Most of the jocks didn't like them because they were "too loose" but I and the woman with whom I split the weekly dance music show all but wept with joy and envy, as we'd been trying to mix with the aforementioned cement and it was like dragging lead back and forth.

This was back in the day when all mixing was done with actual physical records. A. and I both had to haul heavy milk crates of records to the 4th floor studio, in a building with no elevator (uphill, both ways!) The memories of the difficulties/joys are still so vivid that it's easy for me to forget that this was nearly 20 years ago, and it was a real shock to me to realize that the upcoming generation of college/club jocks don't really know how it was done before mp3s.

That the technology has advanced so dramatically that I could now (in theory at least) store the contents of those crates on a single flash drive is mind boggling when I stop to think about it. And I do still have all my vinyl and a turntable to play them on (a Stanton USB, so I can burn all my '90s "techno" to disc).

Mp3 "djing" (if it can be truly said to be proper manipulation and beatmatching when the computer does it for you) falls under "stuff I'd love to play with if I had the time". If only because I wouldn't have to haul around as much..

Current Mood: nostalgic

In an attempt to write about something that isn't fencing, I'm participating in this meme, as tagged by

skill_grl:

costuming
home
physical fitness
sex
work

Some of these might get long and complicated, so I'm taking them one by one, starting at the top:

Costuming: I think I've always been a costumer, but it was a long trip figuring that out. ( history )

Costuming is, for me, a way to play, stand out, blend in, and experiment with different personas. After moving pixels around all day, it's a way of manipulating the physical world and getting my hands dirty. It's the joy of making something new.

My fantasy closet would have a meticulously researched outfit from every time period and place, and I'd be able to put one on and blend in - or stand out - perfectly, getting exactly the reaction (or lack of) that I want.

Current Mood: verbose

No, not the show, the books. And the movie. And, I'm discovering, lots of the other stuff as well....

Let me explain. I was first hooked by the series as a kid back in the '70s-'80s. I remember that the classic movie was always aired once a year on network tv with much fanfare, and it was one of the times my sister and I commanded the tv. It's cute, it's fun, it has songs.

But the books were so much better! I can't remember when I read the first, but it was so much clearer that Dorothy was a little girl - a little girl (like I was at the time), but she had adventures. With her dog. To a kid, that sells it :)

Being an obsessive child I saved my allowance and got each successive one, though I remember them being hard to find. Big huge day when I finally found the last one.

I named my favorite doll Dorothy, and had some Barbie-size dolls of the characters from the movie. Later I made some of the series characters (I can only remember Sawhorse) myself, and additional clothes for the small dolls (my first sewing projects?). Biggest triumph was accompanying Dad to the workbench to make a life-size Jack Pumpkinhead that sat outside for many Halloweens (and in the living room most of the rest of the year).

And I grew up, and moved on. Rereading them now I have to admit they're definitely for kids, and rather schmaltzy.

But then someone told me about Wicked.

I'm finding that Oz is still everywhere. I only recently found out that "Wicked" had sequels??, and even the Muppets played in that universe. The purist kid I was would be horrified (I never bothered with ANYTHING but the original L. Frank Baum books, thankyewverramuch), but my adult self is amused and surprised at all the variations that continue to come out of that 100-year-old sandbox :)

Though I'm hanging on to my dogeared, mismatched set of the original 14, in a musty box pending actual shelf space.

What book or book series from your childhood casts a long shadow?

I agree with the commenter that said "the word 'classic' as invented for songs like this":

Current Music: Gat Decor - "Passion"

Looking at the 1st disc now and it really is utterly beautiful. High quality, high-def nature photography always blows me away!

The appeal is somewhat nostalgic as well. For about, say, 5 minutes when I was, say, 8 years old, I wanted to be a wildlife photographer. The idea of going to the middle of nowhere to take beautiful photos of animals really appealed to my dog/animal loving, unsocialized geeky self.

Inner City's "Good Life":

Current Mood: cheerful

Ever since renewing my acquaintance with pork gravy while in Atlanta last, I've had a craving for it. This morning I finally had the time to follow that up.

This gravy goes by a lot of different names: white gravy, milk gravy, sausage gravy. My mom prefers to make it with sausage, but my dad made it with pork chops and I gather my grandmother did as well because he always considered his mama's the superior version - I remember one weekend I got up late and found my dad over the stove with pork chops and flour at the ready :)

( recipes )

My results: Not quite in "liquid love" territory yet, but brought enough umami to salt/pepper into shape. Next try will be with bacon - I'm hoping the salt/smoke will bring more flavor to the final result. And it's an excuse to fry up a rasher (is that the right word?) of bacon ;)

Grace Jones and Adam Ant sell Honda scooters:

Strangely, I think I remember this one! UK version immediately followed by US - can anyone spot the difference?

Current Mood: surprised

Prodigy, when they were still bouncy and sampling children's shows, before they went all Nine Inch Nails on us:

Some pretty fancy footwork in this one - enjoy :)

Current Mood: lazy
Current Music: The Prodigy "Everybody in the Place"

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Entries tagged with nostalgia

Linkage for a silver dollar

some fashion notes

archiving: how to do it and emphatically how not to

Writer's Block: Get in my belly

Writer's Block: Father figure

Writer's Block: Taking it on the road

old and new

very old skool indeed

Writer's Block: Bitter aftertaste

goths in the sun

(no subject)

the wheels of steel are no more

the word meme: costuming

Oz

Old skool Sunday

thoughts on "Planet Earth"

old skool Thursday: happy springtime tune

Biscuitmistress 2.0: Now with pork gravy

weird 80s flashback

Old skool Tuesday: Everybody In the Place