(In which Job's boyfriend takes control of this blog.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 20, 2007 12:28pm | Post a Comment

Today's blog is written by guest blogger, Corey, otherwise known as C$.

Job is busy making me dinner right now, so the least I can do is blog for him. I have also had one of his vodka-pomegranate cocktails, so I may be more lucid than usual.

At any rate, what is so hard about blogging? I do it all the time for The Advocate. Of course, it is usually at a film festival or something, so I have something interesting to talk about. But in the absence of such obvious content, what does one say?

I will tell you this: Job spends far too much time on these blogs. Time, I might add, not spent with me. I don’t think he got the memo that these should be short and pithy. The reader doesn’t have that much of an attention span anyway, and no patience for rambling and self-indulgence. What is more self-indulgent than a blog about someone’s life, never met, and their friends and experiences, never met, nor experienced. Does anyone really want to read any of that? Does anyone really want to see pictures of me in a red, satin tuxedo jacket perched atop a rock in the middle of Joshua tree? (Besides myself and Job of course).

It is only right that I tell you a few things about Job that perhaps he would never tell you. Only I can’t think of anything he doesn’t cop to. I just waxed his back this afternoon, but that isn’t very salacious. Let’s think… He barks a UPS trucks whenever he sees them. Yes, he barks, like a dog. No matter who is in the car. He acts like a real baby at about 11:30 pm every night. I ask him if he is tired (knowing, of course, that he is) and he responds “no” with pouted lower lip, and eyes droopy and childlike. The voice also is dismissive, blurted and vaguely resembling a grunt. Then he makes me pull him off the couch and pretends to be too tired to get up of his own will. He then pretends to be too tired to undress himself, get under sheets, or get on his own side. There is even fake crying and the rubbing of eyes. It is of course incredibly cute to me, but to the outside witness it would appear vaguely retarded and co-dependent. 

Let’s see, what else. He is not fan of Dove soap, which I love. (He calls it white trash). He worries about money a lot, which I don’t, and doesn’t care at all about his own death, which I fear. He loves Ikea, which is basically a mental deficiency.

Oh! Here’s a good one: Job has favorites. Not like normal people favorites, like a favorite food, or a favorite color. I mean Job has a favorite type of hot dog for eating specifically at ballparks. This might be drastically different from the favorite hot dog to be eaten at BBQs. Now beyond that, there is a second, third and fourth favorite of all these things. Everything is ranked with a number and each can be explained in detail as to the reason for its ranking. This, in and of itself, would be fine except that one of his favorite things to do is ask you for your favorite of all these things. You are then sweating, hemming and hawing, trying to drive, trying to come up with the last time you were even at a ballpark let alone ate a hot dog, and mostly you just don’t care. You just don’t notice the subtle difference in ever molecule of every morsel of food ever ingested, or each chord of every song ever played. Now, this does make him a very good cook, which is about to help me immensely as it is suppertime and, remember, he is currently cooking for me. And I would imagine this makes him a very good Amoeba employee as well.

So come to Amoeba, to the Soundtracks section where Job has carefully organized every disc, every plastic case, every rare and unheard of by the general public recording of obscure off-Broadway drum and pipe music performed by naked midgets. And ask him who his 17th favorite naked midget instrumentalist is. The answer might just surprise you.

[Note from Job: I don't actually like hot dogs at all. They are my 29th least favorite food.]

Crime Zone

Posted by phil blankenship, June 20, 2007 11:57am | Post a Comment

MGM / UA Home Video M801517

White Stripes on Conan

Posted by Miss Ess, June 19, 2007 09:52pm | Post a Comment
Brad is right, I will be posting about Icky Thump soon, prolly like tomorrow.  But for now, check out this performance of "Icky Thump" on Conan last night. 


Yes, I already have tickets for the show at the Greek Theater September 21.  And yes, the obsession borders on Misery-like, I know, but I can assure you all that when I met Jack White I clearly held back from axing his legs off or any of that crap.  I was the very picture of composure, really.  Yup, that's me.

I'll try to refrain for a while once I post about the record....

Legendary: Paris Is Burning

Posted by Miss Ess, June 19, 2007 09:12pm | Post a Comment
I watched the fantastic documentary Paris Is Burning this weekend. The film came out in 1991 and focuses on the dazzling Balls that Drag Queens created and participated in during the mid to late 80s in the Harlem Ballrooms of New York City. 

The Balls are elaborate and flashy competitions, like a fashion and drag sporting event, complete with gaudy trophies. Each person has the opportunity to compete in many different categories. The competition is fierce! Competitors walk/work the runway and are judged loudly and with much enthusiasm on their styles as well as their "Realness"-- how flawlessly they pull off drag.

Complicating and deepening the Ball scene is the division of the Queens into Houses. The Houses are named for different Queens who have been especially successful at the Balls -- they are called, appropriately,  "Legends." The way it is explained in the film is that the Houses are pretty much like Ball gangs, each headed up by a Mother who is the most revered, respected member of the House and who provides emotional and aesthetic support to each member. Each House is really like a family. Members know where they can go to get support and advice, whether it's on life or makeup.

There's the House of Ninja, the House of LaBeija, the House of Dupree, the House of Xtravaganza, the House of St. many fabulous Houses! I love that there was a category at the Balls for "Mother of the Year." Perfect. Each House Mother has her moment to parade across and around the floor, but only one wins the coveted trophy.

Despite the gorgeous look and triumphant nature of the Balls, there is an undercurrent of struggle and sadness throughout the documentary. Each person featured in the film has gone through so much, whether it was their parents throwing them out, being an escort, etc. They all have dealt with learning how to be strong in the face of the adversity that many gay/transgendered people experience. One of the main messages was that ultimately everyone wants the same things in life: to love and be loved.

I wish I could have been a fly on the wall at the Balls back in the day! This movie is as close as I'll ever get. There was so much energy and melodrama in the air during the Ball scenes. There was also so much humor, yet Balls were deadly serious at the same time. I wonder if any Balls are still going on today and in what form. [Someone out there reading this must know-- do tell!] I loved getting to see each Queen have her moment on the floor to bask in the glory and spin and pose to great applause and excitement. 

I don't know why I am spoiling the movie for everyone by explaining too much here..It's fab, check it out if you get the chance.

Oh yeah, and the Balls are where Voguing as we know it today came back into style, brought back from the '20s...It was NOT from Madonna...She took it right from the Balls...

This video is a fantastic tribute to Willi Ninja, Mother of the House of Ninja. He explains and demonstrates Voguing:

Have I mentioned I loved this movie?

"Magical....Life's a Ball/So get up on t

Guy Talk

Posted by Mike Battaglia, June 19, 2007 07:24pm | Post a Comment

Here's something you don't see every day: Newsweek columnist Steven Levy pairs up the unlikely combination of hipster mash-up laptop god Gregg Gillis aka Girl Talk and Democrat Congressman Mike Doyle, who counts Pittsburgh, Gillis' home, among the areas he represents, to discuss the Copyfight and what sort of compromise, if any, can be made between the current generation of media-saturated sample-heavy artists and the clampdown attitude held by corporate copyright holders. Doyle seems like one of the good ones, especially when he puts his money where his mouth is - back at the House Telecom Subcommittee. Read the article right here.
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