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Copied from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mylaar... Here is how it works: Copy this list; leave in the bands you've seen perform live; delete the ones you haven't, and add new ones that you have seen until you reach 25. An asterisk means the previous person had it on their list. Two asterisks means the last two people who did this before you had that band on their list, etc. 1. Blondie 2. Psychic TV 3. Spiritualized 4. Swans 5. KC and the Sunshine Band 6. Alien Sex Fiend 7. Franz Ferdinand 8. Pigface* 9. Nine Inch Nails* 10. Siouxsie & the Banshees* 11. Mommy & Daddy 12. Love and Rockets 13. Suede 14. Foetus 15. Blur* 16. Gene Loves Jezebel 17. Shadow Project 18. Duran Duran 19. John Cale 20. The Takács Quartet 21. Rufus Wainwright 22. The Cure 23. Laibach 24. Jane's Addiction 25. Michael Jackson/The Jacksons*
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North American women under 45! All people! Please stop pronouncing data as if it were spelled datta. - It is a Latin word fully integrated into English.
- It has two syllables.
- The first syllable ends in a vowel.
- The second syllable begins with a consonant.
Therefore, the vowel is a "long" vowel. Other examples: major label hero nolo penis Dido Fido Linus humor motor viper siren locus veto lupus homo minor zero piper papus bonus focus total super tuber
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In a curious confluence of calendar and kalendar, today is Pentecost (πεντηκοστή, "fiftieth," since it is the fiftieth day after Easter, inclusive) in both the Western and the Eastern church ... and Siouxsie Sioux's 50th birthday. I'd like to mix them up in a celebration, but I can't think of any Banshees videos featuring the descent of the Holy Ghost in cloven tongues like as of fire. Oh, but perhaps if we combine flying carpets, the Star of David, rushing lava, fireworks, and a little voodoo darkness, magic will happen. (Again.) 
( Now when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together... )
Happy Birthday, Siouxsie!!!
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The year is 1972 and you're a career gal on the move, but you haven't quite made it to the corner office yet. You'll do what it takes to get there—sign whatever infernal contracts are thrust before your piercing green eyes—but right now you are still doing time in the Steno Pool. Sigh! Consequently you are stuck at work on a Tuesday, AND IT'S HALLOWEEN. How are you going to get ahead at this rate?! You haven't even had time to paint your nails black, let alone whip up something sinister for the midnight potluck after Black Mass! What's a girl to do??? Never fear. I have unlocked the door to freedom and pleasure, and oh! the dark delights that await you in the recipe box of the Devil! Step in, my pretty, step in...  Samhain Soup
1 tbsp. chopped onion
2 tbsp. butter
2 tbsp. flour
1/2 tsp. paprika
1/8 tsp. mace
1/4 tsp. allspice
2 cups chicken bouillon
2 cups milk
1 cup cooked pumpkin
1 cup heavy cream
2 or 3 tbsp. sherry
In a saucepan lightly sauté onion in butter. Stir in flour until smooth and add milk, bouillon, and spices. Bring to a boil and add pumpkin. Simmer for about 25 minutes. Add cream. Cover and heat, but do not boil. Stir in sherry and serve either very hot or very cold. Serves 6. That sounds delicious! And seductive! What should an enterprising gal serve (in a silver chalice, of course) to wash it down?  Damiana comes in a bottle that looks something like an Aztec fertility goddess. Inside the rounded breasts, buttocks, and thighs, you'll find what is reputed to be an aphrodisiac. This liqueur comes from Mexico, and until recently its import was illegal. It may be hard to find, but that suggestive bottle may make it well worth the search. Naughty! And I thought the recipe served six?? (Why not 13!) Oh well, this is the Seventies. But what if one needs something a bit more hardcore, something a bit more ... diabolical. Let's venture on.  Satanic Electuary
Ingredients:
3 grams aenanthol
50 grams extract of opium
30 grams extract of betel
6 grams extract of cinqfoil
15 grams extract of henbane
15 grams extract of ordinary hemlock
250 grams extract of Indian hemp
1 pinch of powdered sugar
1 pinch of gum tragacanth
Preparation:
Mix the above into a smooth ointment. For external use only ; extremely dangerous. Now you're talking. But whoa, bummer. We seem to be ALL OUT OF HENBANE. How in Hades could the winsome witch have anticipated the need? If only there were a comprehensive guide to stocking the cupboards of the covenstead... Oh, look!  Spell-Makers Shopping List
Bats Blood Brand Oil: Nice for spells that have to be written, as it can be used like ordinary ink. So far, no impregnated ball point pens are available.
Chinese Oil: The cleaning of hands is very important before spell-making. This is a good deodorant-detergent preparation to keep evil away.
Cleopatra Oil: This alluring scented oil has a subtle enchanting power. A dab behind the ears, underneath the arms and between the fingers will transform you into a mobile spell-binder.
Incense: Never let the stock go low. Keep a good selection to meet with the moods.
Mandrake Root
A stock of colored candles
Ginseng root (Korean if possible)
Coriander seed
Celery seed
Cardamom seed
Pomegranates
Lavender flowers
Rose petals
A few Herbs for coloring are always useful such as madder for redness, saffron for varying yellowish shades, Sumac leaves for brown and Blue Malva for blue.
Dragon's Blood
Cumin seed
Orris root
Linen-faced notepaper, because parchment is not so easily obtained. Store away from light preferably in a cupboard which is not easily accessible to other members of the family. Cool! Now let's look for some more spells to cast. Oooh, here's one!  To Raise the Dead
Mix together spermaceti, lignum aloes, pepper, musk, saffron, red storax, and the blood of a lapwing. Burn them in a cemetery at night, and you shall see strange spirits. Fun! But what if our supple sorceress was looking for more of a chips-'n'-dip type of spell. Something to whip up in anticipation of her broomstick ride?  Meat Magic
( Your mother doesn't want you reading this smut! ) I am not going to tell you what she says to do with a beeswax candle. Now fellas, if you've read through all this advice for the Daughters of Darkness, I know what you're thinking, because it's one of the central insecurities of my own existence: Am I nothing more than a sex toy? No! You are so much more. You are a master sorcerer, psychologist, body language-ologist, and aphrodisiacal gunslinger! You, sir, are a Weekend Warlock!  The Devil's Meat
1 pound ground round
1/2 teaspoon powdered ginger
2 teaspoons black pepper
2 teaspoons butter
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
Dash Tabasco sauce
2 tablespoons cognac
Blend the first seven ingredients and form into four patties. Cook these quickly in a skillet, turning when they are brown on the underside. Then, for a creative touch, add the cognac and light it. The congnac and ginger should set your lady afire long after the flames have died down.
That sounds a lot like a hamburger. Got anything more romantic? Double Trouble Shrimp
1 pound shrimp, still in the shell
1 can beer
1 clove garlic
1 bay leaf
1/2 teaspoon celery salt; black pepper to taste
1/4 teaspoon mace
2 tablespoons parsley
1 teaspoon dry mustard
1/4 teaspoon ginger
1/2 teaspoon paprika
2 tablespoons lemon juice
Let all the ingredients except shrimp simmer until they reach a rolling boil. Then, drop the shrimp into your brew, for precisely three minutes, drain, and serve them in a basket with a linen napkin. As she picks them up with her dainty fingers, don't let on that she will soon be swallowing an ancient magic potion. Easy there, Dr. Bombay! You may be a warlock now, but don't go spilling your magic potion before it's ... uh ... OK, that's about enough filth from me for a whole entire year. Happy Halloween!current location: October 31, 1972.
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Slim Aarons has died. I suppose I can't really say he was my favorite photographer of all time, but I certainly do love his work—it just makes me so happy. I grew up seeing his photographs in Town & Country, but I didn't understand it collectively as the work of one photographer—or know the truly iconic images—until a special issue, it must have been around 1990. I remember taking it to Kinko's and doing color copy blow-ups of some of them. (Definitely the Lady Daphne Cameron one!) For about five and a half years I've been the only person to list Slim Aarons as a LiveJournal interest, which I find both comforting and surprising, especially given the reissues of the past couple of holiday seasons. Anyway, I'm sure you'll all recognize at least a couple of these, but I just felt like pulling together a few of my favorites. Enjoy with a nod or a sneer, it's up to you. Rest in peace, Slim. I'm sure you are having a wonderful time, wherever you are. 
C.Z. Guest with her son Alexander in Palm Beach, 1955
( The Beautiful People, The Beautiful People. )
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The universe has reached a state of symmetric, divine, and perfect balance & order heretofore imagined only by the loftiest thinkers of the late Renaissance. That is right — the Art School Girls of Doom are now slumming it on YouTube. † † † † †
Episode I
Please click on the image above for the first (shaky sound quality) episode,
featuring their stuffed kitty Morrissey and the Manhattan club scene.
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Episode II
Please click on the image above for the second episode,
which showcases a misguided escape to the beach.
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Episode III
Please click on the image above for the third, final, and BEST
episode, highlighting the sacrifices gals will make for the perfect bra.
† † † † †Three perfect episodes, and then ... nothing. Liquid Television continued for years, spawning Beavis & Butthead and Aeon Flux, among others, but not a gasp has been heard from the Art School Girls of Doom since 1991. I like to think they fell into a giant K-hole and emerged in a parallel universe where hair is always big, fishnets are always perfectly distressed, twerps in Bimmers are still totally uncool, and the whole flannel shirts fiasco never happened. Stephen Sprouse is with them. Kiss, kiss. current mood: "Now I know there is a God."
current music: "And a heaven!"
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I solved an Esoteric Mystery today, so please allow me to tell you about that. There's a Julian Cope song called "Metranil Vavin." It is a great song. In his book Head-On, Mr. Cope says that the song (which was first recorded by The Teardrop Explodes and appears on their posthumous record Everybody Wants To Shag The Teardrop Explodes) was inspired by his love for Russian dwarf poet Metranil Vavin. The only problem with this is that no one has ever been able to find any poems by Metranil Vavin. And it wouldn't be the first time Julian Cope sort of, um, said something a bit odd. Anyway, before I go any further, here's the song... † Julian Cope — World Shut Your Mouth — Metranil Vavin †And while we're talking about Julian Cope, here's my favorite... † Julian Cope — Fried — Sunspots †So back to Metranil, I knew that bird was really on a mission to find out the truth regarding him, so I did a bit of research yesterday evening. Googling was no help whatsoever, of course, so I turned to the subscription biographical and author databases. Nothing on Metranil, but I did find a reference to a "Metro Vavin" (ungoogleable because the Paris subway station takes over). So this morning I followed up on that at the library and discovered the truth!Metranil Vavin is not the invention of Julian Cope. He is the invention of American poet Clayton Eshleman, who in 1975 published a book called The Gull Wall, which contained "The 9 Poems of Metro Vavin." In a page-long intro to these nine poems, Eshleman claims that a hastily-written note from a friend led to his confusing the name of a Paris Metro stop — Metro Vavin — with a person he was supposed to look up. In so doing, he stumbled across a 64-year-old Russian dwarf named Metranil Vavin, who had only been called "Metro" as a small child, by his parents. Upon meeting, though, Eshleman tells the dwarf that he is a poet, and Vavin then reveals these nine poems — the only poems he has ever written! — which he has translated from their original Russian into crude French. Eshleman then claims that he has translated these naive works into English. Looking at books about Clayton Eshleman was no help in ascertaining that this was a hoax, until I consulted an annotated bibliography, which noted: Notes: "The 9 Poems of Metro Vavin" were written by Clayton Eshleman.
The persona of Metro Vavin was conceived by Eshleman, (see appendix A). I was so excited to be able to figure this out! I really love solving mysteries, so this is right up there with learning the true botanical identity of the "grass olieribos" (childhood obsession) in the Necronomicon straight from the lips of "Simon" himself. So to tie this all up, here's a pdf of the Metro Vavin poems, along with the Eshleman introduction and the annotated bibliographical description, plus appendix. The question now is whether or not Julian Cope knew about the hoax. † † † † † † † † †My own notes.I may not be the first person to connect Mr. Cope's Metranil with Mr. Eshleman's, but there's certainly nothing online about it, so I'm going to leave this a public post; maybe it'll show up in Google. Who knows. If anyone reading this is really, truly obsessed, here's where I'd go next: - "Clayton Eshleman's Metro Vavin scam." Second Aeon, Issue 19-21 [a single volume, and the final one] (1975). (Second Aeon was a contemporary poetry journal published in Wales.)
- Clayton Eshleman Papers (MSS 0021). Mandeville Special Collections Library, Geisel Library, University of California, San Diego. Box 39, Folder 6 — Writings : Original Poetry : Gull Wall : Individual Poems : "The 9 Poems of Metro Vavin."
- UCSD also has a copy of Grotesca, the mimeographed, limited-edition work of Eshleman's from 1977 that features another Metro Vavin poem, "The Red Snow."
These books were consulted: - Christensen, Paul. Minding the Underworld: Clayton Eshleman & Late Postmodernism. Santa Barbara: Black Sparrow Press, 1991.
- Sattler, Martha J. Clayton Eshleman: A Descriptive Bibliography. Jefferson, N.C.: McFarland & Co., c1988.
Thank you and good night.
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