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The Beach Boys Lost Concert!

Your assignment for this lazy Sunday (while I'm at work, I mean) - watch all of this early Beach Boys concert from 1964. Discussion to follow in the comments.

Mix tape was lost! Vol. 43

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Boxer Briefly Noted!

Some quick carrion for CULTURE BUZZARDS!

Joaquin Phoenix was faking it all along (his descent into craziness & rap career, &c) all for Casey Affleck's mockumentary. & fooling Letterman & Ebert (who hated the movie before he got it.) I think of his po-mo 21st Century Celebrity-as-Performance Art as an interesting B-side to Lady GaGa.

Last year there was Dante's Inferno the Video Game. Now, Legendary Pictures is producing a huge-budget Paradise Lost 3D (thanks Mr Islas for the tip, the write-up from Atlantic is here.) I can't wait for someone to take on William Blake's Jerusalem. And speaking of 3D, Werner Herzog's first foray into the dimension will be a documentary about cave art in France called Caves of Forgotten Dreams.

Miss LaFuente turned us on to these Funny or Die "Drunk Histories", where very drunk people explain famous historical events & famous people (like Michael Cera & Crispin Glover) act them out. Cera's amazing portrayal of Alexander Hamilton ("Listen I can't reconcile killing someone with my political beliefs, but I can't reconcile my political beliefs with not killing someone.") got us wondering if Hamilton really did deliberately not fire at Aaron Burr in their famous duel. According to reputable internet sources, the issue is contested. Hamilton keeps coming up recently, I cursed him in the lyrics to my song "Corn Whiskey" (set to the tune of "The Times They Are A'Changin'") featured in our work-in-progress Corn Liquor songbook.

I mentioned on the Lewis Carroll blog about the studios KILLING Marylin Manson's Lewis Carroll movie (a psycho-sexual thriller about his fiery passion for child Alice Liddell, years in the making & starring the beautiful Lily Cole) after internet audiences recoiled from the nasty trailer, read about it here. Scholars of the real non-pedophiliac Rev. Charles Dodgson collectively exhale in relief.

I recommend the article in the New Yorker about Mark Zuckerberg, the founder of Facebook who's about to be movie-fied, played by that actor from The Squid & the Whale and Adventureland, Jesse Eisenberg. If you're someone who somewhat trusts facebook, there's some shocking shit in there.

Speaking of bio-pics, when is someone going to make the James A. Garfield one?

Only a few months before Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows PART ONE comes out, & now that the shooting is finished, did you see Emma Watson's shedding of her Hermoine curls:

I'm very curious to watch the careers of the main Harry Potter children, they're all such good actors. I only post Watson's Twiggy look because we were discussing it while Miss Minnie Mary Molly cut the remaining red off of Grainne's blonde roots last night. M.M.M. is giving twenty-dollar haircuts to friends & friends-of-friends to save up & buy her own electric ukulele for our Friends Around the Campfire "band." If you need a stylish trim & wish to donate to the cause, look her up. Here's the logo I made for the back of her card:

Jerry's dead, Phish sucks, get a haircut! &, Friends Around the Campfire now has a facebook group you can "like": HERE. Be a friend of Friends Around the Campfire!

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Mix Tape was lost! Vol. 42

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Video: When Herzog Saved Phoenix

News UPDATE: RIP Adolfo Bravo!

More information was published today about the shooting across the street from my house. It doesn't actually say this, but I believe the murderers are wanted dead or alive, so proceed accordingly. From the San Francisco Chronicle:

A $17,000 reward is being offered for tips leading to the conviction of the person who shot and killed a Berkeley man as he was walking home with his fiancee, police said today.

Adolfo Ignacio Celedon Bravo, 35, and his fiancee were walking home from a party when they were attacked by two robbers at Adeline and Emerson streets in south Berkeley about 3:40 a.m. Sunday, police said.

Celedon was shot numerous times and died at Highland Hospital in Oakland later Sunday. It was the Chilean native's 35th birthday.

The woman, whose name was not released, was punched and suffered minor injuries.

"I hope that this pain and this bad feeling will begin to pass within the days and the months, and finally we will remember Adolfo the way he was, a funny guy who loved life and was very happy to be in San Francisco with the love of his life, preparing to marry and looking forward to the future," said Alvaro Farru Betinyani, Celedon's brother-in-law.

The killers were described only as two black men between 25 and 35 years old. They fled in an older model, two-tone sport utility vehicle that was last seen heading west on Ashby Avenue, police said.

The city is offering a $15,000 reward, and Bay Area Crime Stoppers is offering a $2,000 reward. Anyone with information is asked to call homicide investigators at (510) 981-5741 or Crime Stoppers at (800) 222-8477.

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Three Years Ago: Catering Conversation: Candles in a Barn

It's time for Three Years Ago again, our Special Department of Re-Posting Posts from this blog from exactly three years ago. Today, Catering Conversation: Candles in a Barn.

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The premise for this conversation is thus: We were the temp staff for a wedding at a Napa vineyard / horse farm. I was separated from the other catering staff for several hours, while they passed out champagne & hors d'oeuvres to the wedding guests, & I lit hundreds & hundreds of candles in the barn where the reception would take place. The baker had driven up from Berkeley with a beautiful (but ultimately bland) chocolate cake, & this one lady who worked there was running around, sneaking white wine, fixing lots of small things. We'll call her "Paulette".

Baker: This all just looks beautiful.
Your hero: You know, there's a reason why you don't often see this sight.
Baker: What?
Your hero: Of thousands of candles in a barn.
Paulette: Ah, but this is a concrete barn. The candles distract from the concrete. [Note: there was still a lot of hay, & a strong wind blowing thru.]
Your hero (more of a statement than a question): You ever heard of Bessie?
Baker: Ah, ha.
Paulette: No, who is she?
Baker: The Chicago Fire.
Paulette: Was she a caterer?
Your hero: No, she was a cow.
Paulette: A what?
Your hero: Cow. A Cow. Bessie was a cow.

Mix Tape was lost! Vol. 41

HIYA. HERE'S A NEW MIX TAPE FOR EVERYONE TO LISTEN TO.

IT IS A QUICK ONE, A FUN ONE.

GIVE IT A SMILE AS YOU PASS IT ON THE WET STREETS.

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News: Man shot dead across the street from HERE

Six shots across the street from me at 3:41am! (I peacefully slept thru it... My upstairs neighbor called the cops, & I woke up from the doorbell.) From the East Bay Express:

It has finally happened: The victim of an armed robbery in Berkeley has been shot and killed.

Those of us who follow crime reports in Berkeley know that armed robberies, while not frequent, are common on these streets. The UC Police Department issues bulletins about such stickups every other week or so; the Berkeley Police Department has stopped posting its daily crime logs online, but before it stopped posting them, armed robberies were reported about every week. But the sequence of events is the same almost every time: Pedestrian walks along minding his or her own business; robber appears suddenly (having walked up behind victim or head-on into victim or having jumped out of a car that has pulled up alongside victim); robber points gun at victim and threatens to kill victim; victim hands over cash or places it on sidewalk as directed; robber seizes property and departs. Sometimes the robbers sadistically punch or kick or pistol-whip the victims before departing, but don't kill them.

This has changed. An armed-robbery victim was murdered in South Berkeley early this morning. An email just received from BPD Sergeant Mary Kusmiss reads:

"City of Berkeley Police Department Homicide Detectives are investigating an early morning shooting at Adeline and Emerson Streets in South Berkeley that has left one man dead.

"On Sunday morning, at approximately 3:41 a.m., the victim, a 35 year old man who moved to the City of Berkeley in February and his fiancée were walking home after having attended a party. Two male suspects confronted the couple with the intent to commit a robbery. During the robbery, one of the suspects shot the victim. One of the suspects also punched the woman during the crime. She sustained minor physical injuries.

"The suspects got into an older model possible midsize two tone Sport Utility Vehicle (SUV) and fled west bound on Ashby Avenue after the crimes.

"Berkeley Fire Department (BFD) paramedics transported the victim to a local trauma center where he was pronounced dead. BPD will not be releasing the victim’s name out of respect for those family or friends that have yet to learn of his death. In addition, BPD waits for verification of a homicide victim’s identity until it is confirmed by fingerprints taken during the Alameda County Coroner’s autopsy process.

"BPD is urging anyone who may know anything about this homicide to call the BPD Homicide Detail at (510) 981-5741 or the 24 hour BPD non emergency number of (510) 981-5900. If a community member wishes to remain anonymous, he/she is encouraged to call the Bay Area Crimes Stoppers (BACS) at (800)-222-TIPS (8477). Any information may be critical to solving this crime. Sometimes the smallest or seemingly insignificant detail can be the key to arresting the suspect or suspects in any crime."

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Department of Corn Liquor: "Old Corn Liquor"

That's someone named Bob Carlin playing the traditional banjo tune "Old Corn Liquor," which appears in the classic Joe & Odell Thompson version on my mix "How to Make Corn Liquor" at 3:31 in.

Speaking of which, I'm working on a How to Make Corn Liquor SONGBOOK, with chords & lyrics to all the songs in the mix & beyond the infinite- it's still a work-in-progress, & not quite ready to be formally unveiled, but here's a sneak peak at the ever-expanding Google Document, which can be used while it's still being tinkered. The handy-to-remember short link is http://bit.ly/CornLiquor (case sensitive.) I also need help with some things, like transcribing lyrics, like for instance the slightly gibberishy "Between Some Women & Corn Liquor" I posted a few days ago. I noticed Byron Walker also has another great boozey song on YouTube, called "Weed Never Did Me Like the Whiskey."

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Department of Corn Liquor: "Between some women & corn whiskey"

Here's a good nonsensical red-nosed corn whiskey song that didn't even make my definitive corn whiskey mix. (If anyone out there has a recording, send it on, & it can be included in volume two.)

PS If you don't own a copy of that above-mentioned definitive corn whiskey mix, go here & download a free mp3 to practice before our next moonshine sing-a-long.

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From the Archives: "Makes No Sense"

In a comment below, Grainne requested more correspondence from our mothers. This comment on the facebooks has become an oft-quoted classic.

(If the screengrab is too small to read, I described the Bucureşti photo as such: "Werzog [the character I was playing in the video we were shooting] reacting to the grand Parisian/soviet architecture covered in Time Square flash & trash", & my mother responded "Makes no sense.")

The Department of Fashion brings you scattered commentary, a statement about fashion, and pictures of naked people

Welcome to a newly energized department of fashion. This fall, camel is in, which, in my humble opinion, is wonderful. When I was 11 years old my mother bought me my first camel coat, with a matching brimmed tan felt hat. I wore it to church on sundays in those Boston winters. It was a Smart ensemble then, and it's a Smart ensemble now.
In exciting personal news, I recently acquired a pair of (gently used) red patent leather Christian Louboutin spectator pumps (for less than 200 dollars if anybody reading this has any fucking idea what I am talking about and can appreciate what a miracle that is) and discovered that I can actually walk in them. Which is very important because as anyone who knows me will affirm, I am not tall enough already.
My three outstanding fashion goals before I turn 30 (I have 9 months) involve high heels, red lipstick, and lingerie, and I think I'm off to a good start (I have been neglecting high femme in favor of gentleman chic for many years, and find myself with some ground to cover if I am to arrive at 30 with a full and working arsenal).

plans for the Department of Fashion of this blog include:

-a series of illustrations of the world's most style-inspired political figures (with special attention paid to dictators and monarchs. They're not worried about re-election, so their clothes tend to be more interesting).

-posts about my own patternmaking and garment-costruction activities. I am currently planning my first foray into menswear, making, from pattern to finish, a tweed jacket for my friend Mr. Ross Waterer, which will hopefully feature epaulets adorned with chain-loops made of some kind of animal vertebrae. Also, what WILL I do with the three yards of black and white striped velvet I have been hoarding for going on 3 years?

- THE SIX AND SEVEN YEAR OLDS- a found masterpiece, mentioned in a recent post by my editor, will amaze and astound you for it's timeless sense of what makes clothes beautiful, essential, and life-affirming.

Now, without further ado, A STATEMENT ABOUT FASHION:


Fashion. Style. Performance. The fascination of costumes. the aesthetics of presentation as a field on which to challenge and negotiate elements of one's identity. You gotta fake it if you don't feel it. the potential transformation in the actor or actress that comes simply from the willingness to play a certain role- to put on the costume, to paint your face. We are all the actor, and can choose as many roles and costumes, and whichever roles, costumes, masks we want to, and be changed as a result. The boldness required to inhabit unknown parts of ourselves as costumes, roles, masks, and in doing so to discover or cultivate unexplored facets of our personalities, which are ever-evolving. How better to widen, deepen our understanding of our manhood, our womanhood, our androgyny- of our sexuality, our power or powerlessness, the parts of us that are chaste,ancient,alien, animal, busy or blank- than to create ourselves anew, every day, to treat our physical self as a canvas and a vehicle.
Even at 10 years old I had the foresight to declare:
"Life is a costume party!"


Since the sometimes magical and cosmic effects of fashion are nevertheless rooted to and formed by the particular mathematics and physics of the human form, I will leave you with some Pictures I recently did of naked people, and with the reluctant admission, that as much as I love clothing, nothing can compete with the beauty of a naked human body.

Christopher Hitchens: My so far uncancerous throat is not at all the only organ with which I've blasphemed.

I'm not a huge fan of Mr Hitchens (who has just announced he's dying of cancer), but sometimes he makes a well-phrased atheistical point, in this case a response to the accusation that his cancer was somehow linked to his non-religiosity:

Almost all men get cancer of the prostate if they live long enough: it’s an undignified thing but quite evenly distributed among saints and sinners, believers and unbelievers. If you maintain that god awards the appropriate cancers, you must also account for the numbers of infants who contract leukemia. Devout persons have died young and in pain. Bertrand Russell and Voltaire, by contrast, remained spry until the end, as many psychopathic criminals and tyrants have also done. These visitations, then, seem awfully random. While my so far uncancerous throat, let me rush to assure my Christian correspondent above, is not at all the only organ with which I have blasphemed …And even if my voice goes before I do, I shall continue to write polemics against religious delusions, at least until it’s hello darkness my old friend. In which case, why not cancer of the brain? As a terrified, half-aware imbecile, I might even scream for a priest at the close of business, though I hereby state while I am still lucid that the entity thus humiliating itself would not in fact be “me.” (Bear this in mind, in case of any later rumors or fabrications.)

I also liked his take on the Jefferson Bible (thanks to Chuck & Josh of the Stuff You Should Know Podcast for quoting this):

[...]The Jefferson Bible [...] was what he found was left if he took a pair of scissors and cut out everything in the Bible that could not by any intelligent person be believed. Makes for a slender, convenient read; I recommend it.

Apologies: & a New Order at It Was Lost

This was some art that Minnie Molly Mary left lying around my apartment. She described it to me, I think, basically, as Adam deciding between the heavenly Mimosa and God's touch, & leaning towards the Mimosa. (I say, those are some sexy stockings Adam is sporting.)

I've updated the LOCATIONS for our inner outer community of contributers to the greater blogospheric It Was Lost forgottiverse. Mr Quill, of All Forgotten, has ended his bulgarious era, & is now listed as Special Forgotten Midwestern Correspondent, residing in Bloomington, Indiana. Breaking Away! Mr Olaf Mary Mohammad, who declared himself yesterday below "inna Edinburgh" will now be our only European correspondent, & we expect a whole new epoch of Mix Tapes Were Lost. Miss Grainne Proinseas couldn't stand the ten blocks she lived away from me & leaped five blocks closer over the border from Oakland into Berkeley, into the apartment of the friends the Lefkowitz Sisters. Cosmo Wenicky is of course now in Connecticut! And Miss Minnie Molly Mary has added enough art & illustrations & inspiration to itwaslost over the past year, I welcome her to the official roster! What we're all working on, but not posting yet, is a big series of "children's poems", illustrated by Grianne, Olaf, & M.M.M., which I am forced to keep secret for the time being, but I'll deliciously hint that there are stories about outerspace, giant ancient mammals, impossible loves, America, fate & guacamole!

However, things to look out for during THE FALL SEASON on our community weblog:

• An amazing book of drawings by a young girl I found on the street in San Francisco, alternately called "200 Unruled Sheets" or "The Seven and Six Year Olds."
• Fashion!
• More Professional Female Midget Wrestling
• Close coverage of the 2010 midterm elections (as close as we wish to get).
• More befoulers of the verbiage.
• Art, music, shisha, romance, & adventure.

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