| Zola Jesus: Store Open |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|10:11 am] |
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THE SPOILS by Zola Jesus is one of my favourite albums of this year. But it’s kind of hard to find on CD. (The mp3 download is easy to find, I’ve even seen it on Amazon, and got mine at eMusic.) But now there’s a store open at zolajesus.com, where you can buy it, her other records, and a t-shirt that I’m going to pick up for Lili.
(Automatically crossposted from warrenellis.com. Feel free to comment here or at my internet church at Whitechapel. If anything in this post looks weird, it's because LJ is run on steampipes and rubber bands -- please click through to the main site.) |
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| Saved Whiskers Rescue Organization |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|09:32 am] |
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Nick Barrucci from Dynamite Comics asked me to do him the favour of posting this. This seems like an entirely worthy charity, well deserving of your investigation:
Saved Whiskers Rescue Organization, Inc. announced today that world renowned painter Alex Ross has donated an original piece of classic Catwoman art to Saved Whiskers Rescue Organization, Inc. (S.W.R.O.). The piece was created exclusively for Saved Whiskers Rescue Organization to raise money to help rescue animals. The piece will be auctioned through Ebay at the following URL: eBayISAPI.dll-ViewItem&item=250524615645 . The piece is signed by Alex Ross and measures 10.75 inches wide by 23 inches tall and has never been seen anywhere…
Full press release at the link.
(Automatically crossposted from warrenellis.com. Feel free to comment here or at my internet church at Whitechapel. If anything in this post looks weird, it's because LJ is run on steampipes and rubber bands -- please click through to the main site.) |
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| SILBIDITOS |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|05:00 pm] |
SMSs para todos:
De mi errática mente a Twitter y de Twitter, gracias a LoudTwitter, a LJ. |
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| T-shirt Of The Week 003: FUCKABLE ZOMBIE |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|08:44 am] |
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TOTW is basically a joke that Ariana and I pull each week in our joint guise as the International Electrophonic Unit. Basically, we take some of the stupider things I’ve said on Twitter and elsewhere, often in a state of extreme alcoholic refreshment or severe sleep deprivation, and put them on a t-shirt. Ariana set up a Cafe Press store (because this is a joke and engaging with a serious maker of t-shirts would be less funny to us), and… well, once a week, here we are.
Through this website and this Cafe Press store, we’re going to release one t-shirt a week. It’ll go live on Monday… and it’ll die Sunday night — midnight UK time, more often than not. Each one lives for a week, and then it’s replaced by the next week’s shirt. Until I either run out of dumb ideas or Ariana’s brain explodes.
So, every Monday, I’ll post the new shirt here, and you can peer at it more at http://www.cafepress.com/electrophonic.
Anyway. I present to you T-Shirt Of The Week #003: FUCKABLE ZOMBIE:
We also offer a couple of perennial items. Mostly because I wanted one of these for myself:
(And also a MAN COOK MEAT WITH FIRE "splatter-shield", because Ariana’s crazy)
Thank you for your kind attention.
(Automatically crossposted from warrenellis.com. Feel free to comment here or at my internet church at Whitechapel. If anything in this post looks weird, it's because LJ is run on steampipes and rubber bands -- please click through to the main site.) |
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| What Use Are Tools If You Can't Play With Them? |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|09:58 am] |
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I'm on twitter (http://twitter.com/jrblackwell) and I have been making LISTS.
Little known fact about me: I love making lists. I could make lists of just about anything and then make a list of those lists. I thought about making lists of people as in "Friends from North Carolina", "Writers", and "New Media Friends" but instead I decided to make a series of mostly whimsical lists.
If you're my friend on twitter and you are curious as to why you are on a particular list, I'll let you know. But if you just want to enjoy the mystery of why I've labeled you under "Wardens Of The Sun" that's fine too. Or maybe you'll see the list, and it will be obvious. I think that Soul Takers is rather obvious, but I live in my own head, so that's that.
I'm weirdly pleased with these titles though, so I'm going to share them.
Twitter Lists!
Supernaturals Who Deny It
Wardens of the Sun
Frankenstein
Y the Last Man List
Suspected Supervillains
Soultakers
Captains of Industry
Confirmed Werewolves
Naughty Girls and Boys
Terrible Influences
Fellow trouble Makers
Possible Vampires
The Latest Bon Mot
Cape Fanciers
Superheros |
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| Yo también estuve ahí |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|02:33 pm] |
Pobre Robin... a mí también me pasó. Afortunadamente ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) nushh me dijo lo de que era versión y de quien sin soltarme una jostia de las de ¡Plaf! y ¡Zas!, que esas sí que hurt seguro. No he podido evitar reirme en alto:  Categoría: La caja de músicaEnlace relacionado: Versiones del Hurt + Tampa 2009 Créditos: Dibu desde FuckYeahNINEscuchando: NIN - "Ruiner"
Tomando: En breve, comidita de mamá |
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| Crying men (2): Robert Downey Jr. |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|01:37 pm] |
Ya se me ha vuelto a pirar el panchito con el raining men. Con esto de que hoy, para mí, sigue siendo sábado pues... Para compensar, les traigo la segunda entrega de otro de mis men, de los que crying. Bobby:  ( +2 imágenes )Categorías: Enlaces relacionados: Créditos: Fotos de Sam Taylor-Wood desde aquí. Escuchando: Underworld - "Downpipe"
Tomando: Té de piña colada |
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| ES 9 DE NOVIEMBRE... |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|11:26 am] |
¡¡¡Alguien tiene que regalarme (pero sin tarjeta) un ramito de violetas, que es mi cumple!!!
¿Que cuántos me caen ya? Tachad los ceros del año en que estamos :-D
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| The Streets Of San Diablo |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|08:39 am] |
News. I'm restarting The Streets Of San Diablo on Activate.com. The strip will return at the end of November and appear every Monday. http://act-i-vate.com/index
I've been so busy with my Psychiatric Tales book project that I had to put San Diablo on hiatus. However, now that book is almost finished, I can get back to my freakish Western/superhero/horror mash up tale. Yippee!
Psychiatric Tales will be out from Blank Slate in February. You can see chapters here: http://darryl-cunningham.blogspot.com/
Here's a frame from the first new San Diablo page.
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| Mythical Revelations |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|01:03 pm] |
I knew I would learn many things as I photographed weddings - techniques for wrangling large groups of people, how to best pose a young lady in a huge dress, how to please people that have different ideas about what they want their weddings to be.
I never suspected that I would have a lesson in mythical creatures. But yesterday I learned of a mythical beast (though perhaps "creature" is better, as he takes the form of a handsome young man) called Rock Lobster Guy. This is how it happened.
The wedding I photographed yesterday was in New Jersey, and the couple getting married was delightful, and clearly loved by all who know them. But it was at the reception where the whispers of a mythical visitation began. "Rock Lobster Guy." they whispered "He may come tonight!"
After my ignorance of "Rock Lobster Guy" became apparent, it was explained to me, in hushed voices, the Rock Lobster Guy is a mythical creature of New Jersey. I don't know why New Jersey generates mythical creatures, I just know it does.
Apparently, if you have lived a Righteous life, if your love is True and your wedding is Just (and takes place in New Jersey), Rock Lobster Guy will appear and dance at your reception. Part Bacchus, part bigfoot and part satyr, Rock Lobster Guy is a creature out of myth, and comes from the hall of the Gods. He will dance not just any dance, but a special Rock Lobster dance, which will bless your wedding and the crowd and cures one person in the reception of their dental problems.
Of course, you can't demand that Rock Lobster Guy come to your Reception, nor can, even if he shows up, you demand that he perform his mystic dance. If you do, he'll just leave, and then, someone will get a flat tire on the way home from your wedding. You cannot even ask the DJ to play the song, hoping that will make him appear. If Rock Lobster Guy is going to bless your wedding, the DJ's equipment will buzz and rock on it's own, the CD will skip, and no matter what is pre-loaded, Rock Lobster will play.
Anyway, last night, I got to see Rock Lobster Guy bless the crowd with his dance. And it was amazing. First of all, you have his dance, which alone, moves your heart and mind and spirit - it is, as if, he fills your soul with music. You desire, no, you are compelled to dance with Rock Lobster Guy when he appears - like you are wearing magic shoes. They say The Gods dance with Rock Lobster Guy - and I know it to be true.
When Rock Lobster Guy began dancing, the crowd, in his trance, gathered round' and all suddenly knew the steps to his sirin song - we dance, and time seemed to pass very slowly, as if we had spent a day dancing, though when the song stopped, it was as if no time passed at all. When it was over, I marveled that I was a part of that moment - but since all of us were commanded to dance, in the sway of his power, there are no photos of that moment.
( Other weddings, however, have been able to capture video. Enjoy. ) |
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| SILBIDITOS |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|05:00 pm] |
SMSs para todos:
De mi errática mente a Twitter y de Twitter, gracias a LoudTwitter, a LJ. |
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| Tao Te King |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|03:57 pm] |
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¿Qué diferencia hay entre “de acuerdo” y “vale”?
¿Qué diferencia hay entre bueno y malo?
Lo que es honrado por los hombres,
hay que honrarlo.
¡Oh, quietud, cuánto estás tardando!
Todos los hombres están radiantes,
como si fuera el día del gran sacrificio,
como si subieran en primavera a una colina.
Sólo yo estoy indeciso,
no he visto ninguna señal.
Cual lactante que no sabe sonreir,
intranquilo y errante como si no tuviera patria.
Todos están satisfechos,
y sólo yo como olvidado.
Tengo el corazón endurecido, confuso y oscuro.
Los hombres del mundo están radiantes, tan radiantes,
sólo yo estoy turbio.
Los hombres del mundo son inteligentes,
tan inteligentes;
sólo yo estoy encerrado en mí mismo,
intranquilo como el mar
y agitado sin tener a donde asirme.
Todos los demás tienen alguna utilidad;
sólo yo soy inepto, como un rústico,
sólo yo soy distinto al resto de los hombres.
Pero venero a la madre suprema que me nutre.
Tao Te King, Lao Tsé
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Estoy releyendo el Tao Te King y vuelvo a obsesionarme con este libro. Me parece el ejemplo poético más vibrante, más puro, más luminoso que he leído en mucho tiempo. Y hay algunos versos que me escribiría encima para poder releerlos siempre que los necesitara. "¡Oh, quietud, cuánto estás tardando!"
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Conversación de anoche con un amigo:
- Antonio, voy a hacer algo para que no pases las Navidades solo.
- ¿El qué?
- Dejar a mi novia.
Que tiemblen las calles.
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Hace unos días leí una entrevista a Quique González que, igual que hay momentos de tristeza con gotas de felicidad, también hay momentos de felicidad con gotas de melancolía. ¿Cómo nombrar el estado en el que el péndulo se detiene justo en medio?
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