Ten years ago, an urban dance squad was sent to das Bunker by a trad tribunal for fashion crimes they didn't commit. These goths promptly escaped to a maximum security twilight home in the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the gothernment, they survive as dancers in London cages. If you have a problem with industrial dance, if you want to move like no one else can move, and if you can buy them some vodka, maybe you can admire… The Glo-Team!
Now truth be told, #22 could lay me any time I'm single. Ooooh, Stahl, baby!
But long-term, there might not be enough substance there, it's hard to tell ...
Likewise, I like the art deco elegance of the the Chrysler, but that's up there with old school jazz, pretty dresses, pretty cars, and hardboiled detectives in good hats -- it only works as a dream (until you next need birth control, the internet, or medicine, say -- or token human rights for women). We'd have a dream of a time, but in the end, we wouldn't work out. Much as I appreciate the elegance, some of my sensibilities might just be too modern ...
I saw the most amazing thing,
and I don't know what to call it.
Most people will immediately think of Cirque du Soleil when they see the – themed – daring feats, the clowns, the diva singing an operatic rendition of Splish Splash to it all. But CdS it ain't. On a smaller, more intimate stage, Soap stealthily inserts sexy without ever being sleazy – no small feat–, and an aesthetic that moves from straight to lesbian and gay to bi so fluidly that it almost makes you wonder why we have these distinctions in the first place. But it's not just the sexy – Cirque also never had people celebrate smoking on stage, or an angry choreography of acrobatics done in and on a full tub to the music of Tool. The pacing is flawless, from fun to funny, from breathtaking to sexy to tongue-in-cheek, and it's impossible to pick a favorite, with almost every act a winner. A must-see that no video can do justice. Get the front-row experience if you can, but prepare to get wet.
So I was over in the park, knee-deep (well, up to 3") in snowy seeds, took a wrong turn, and found myself in a minor forest fire.
It's kinda hard to take seriously a fire that's all of three inches high, but still, it seemed to cover a good portion of the eastern slope. And of course, Google Maps failed to get a good lock on my position that we could have given the fire brigade. You gotta hate when that happens.
In other news, having to chain three sshs to tweet that seems … suboptimal.
But yeah, it's the barbeque season, what do I even expect.
I heard the sirens off in the distance as I left the park.
Now playing:Lloyd Cole and the Commotions — Forest Fire
«The court said we were organised. I can't get Gottfrid out of bed in the morning. If you're going to convict us, convict us of disorganised crime.»
«This wasn't a criminal trial, it was a political trial. It is just gross beyond description that you can jail four people for providing infrastructure.»
—BBC
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In other news, I stood and was counted at the German Presseamt earlier today. Demo against censorship, and calling out the government's bullshit reasoning: That censorship is needed to fight child pornograpy. Interestingly, most child-porn servers are in European countries where they're highly illegal, so a handful of activists armed with the block-list called the providers, and the providers switched off most of those sites within the day. This means they did more against child porn within the existing framework within one day than the government have accomplished within a year; either our overlords and -ladies are hideously incompetent, or they're lying to us about what they're trying to do. In either case, they've got to go.
And that's not even going into how problematic it seems to make that good porn/bad porn distinction.
Last week in Istambul¹. Another one of those work/sleep, guided tour, fashion show things, so take with usual dose of salt.
¹ After years of being completely naked of camera fu other than being able to tell which end to contort in front of, I caved in at last and got an EOS, so there's pictures and snark this time.
I bet you thought they made stuff up for Yes, Minister.
«The pelican crossing was the first definitive light controlled crossing in the UK, introduced in 1969, after the earlier failed experiment of the panda crossing. Previously only zebra crossings had been used, which have warning signals (Belisha beacons), but no control signals. The pedestrian lights are situated on the far side of the road to the pedestrian. A puffin crossing has the lights on the same side as the pedestrian; a toucan crossing is a crossing for pedestrians and bicycles; a pegasus crossing allows horse-riders to cross as well. A HAWK beacon, used experimentally in the USA with a standard pedestrian crossing signal, stops traffic when a pedestrian pushes a button to cross, but goes dark unless activated.» —Wikipedia
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