Don’t Let That Deal Go Down

Meanwhile, in a parallel universe, a district attorney blogs his cases, a schlocky Christian painter marks his territory like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and the overheard cellphone conversation of an animated mannequin makes the news.

Helena Christensen was in a state at the Chateau Marmont party. “I’m sitting here by my [bleeping] self in the lobby,” blared the tired and emotional supermodel into her cellphone. “Where are you? I had a bag with $500,000 worth of jewelry and someone took it!” Christensen’s rep says she later discovered that the bag — which actually contained a computer but no jewels — was in her car.

She must’ve been tired if she could confuse a computer with $500,000 worth of jewelry. Gosh!

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This entry was posted Sunday, February 25th, 2007 at 10:08 am, last modified at 10:49 am, 5/5/08 and is filed under Audio, Personal/Political.

2 Responses to “Don’t Let That Deal Go Down”

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Pharyngula
Everything is fluid. Biology isn't about fixed and rigidly invariant processes — it's about squishy, dynamic, and interactive stuff making do.

Fragments from Floyd
Today, 92% of new American homes are air-conditioned, and most of the electricity to produce our cool air comes at the expense of Appalachian mountaintop coal, hence the paradox: greater indoor climate control contributes to an outdoor climate out of control.

Coyote Crossing
Worship isn't love. It's more like hatred. People worship you, they expect things in return for that worship. Handholding.

The Storialist
You are cautious
on your off day, creeping up to examine
your own moves and motives. Better to
hang back, wary, a dog sniffing at a stranger.

small change
I wish our hearts came equipped with their own larynx.
A boom box for the murmur of the eddy-riddled river.

The Rag and Bone Shop
There are people of river and
grass, and there are people of
concrete and glass.

Rosefire Rising
There is a memory of having been a mountain, complete with irony and the assumption of youthful arrogance, a sense of wholeness we did not recognize until it was lost. Once we are broken, it opens so many perspectives...

Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
But what can I tell you
about time that I would
have you know so soon?

Paula's House of Toast
I confess. I love the outer darkness.

Connaissances
My family were now alone in the cathedral as she sang to us, her lovely singing filling the vast echoey space. Her impromptu performance consisted of devotional songs which she had learnt this year before going on a choir tour in Belgium. The sound took on an immense physicality as it bounded out into the great amplifying chamber and reverberated back at varying intervals from the different enclaves of the church.

Via Negativa

How can we live without the unknown before us? —Rene Char