Macho Camacho Gone (Shot in the face – what a waste\:–(
Hector ‘Macho’ Camacho brain dead
Associated Press
SAN JUAN, Puerto Rico — Famed Puerto Rican boxer Hector “Macho” Camacho is clinically brain dead, doctors said Thursday, but family members disagreed on whether to take him off life support and two of the fighter’s aunts said later that relatives had agreed to wait two more days.
Dr. Ernesto Torres said doctors had no more medical tests to perform on Camacho, who was shot in the face Tuesday night.
“We have done everything we could,” said Torres, director of the Centro Medico trauma center in San Juan. “We have to tell the people of Puerto Rico and the entire world that Macho Camacho has died, he is brain dead.”
One of the fighter’s aunts, Aida Camacho, said Thursday evening that two of Camacho’s sisters had asked to have two more days to spend with him, and other family members had agreed, even though they felt it was time to give in.
“I’m a person of a lot of faith, and I believe in miracles, but science has spoken,” she said.
Happy Thanksgiving
Cocksucker Dues
from The Observer’s GalleristNY
Everybody Must Get Stoned: The Rolling Stones’ ‘Cocksucker Blues’ Comes to MoMA
The staid walls of a major metropolitan museum are hardly the proper setting for the destruction of property, chronic use of a class A controlled substance, or semi-consensual sex aboard a mid-sized private jet (at least if the board of trustees has its say), but in recent years that’s the main environment in which Robert Frank’s cinema vérité documentary about the Rolling Stones’ 1972 tour of America, Cocksucker Blues, has been available to the public. When Mick Jagger had a look at what Mr. Frank had pieced together from all the access the band had given him, the film was almost completely suppressed. A 1977 court ruling favored Mr. Frank slightly; the film could be screened no more than four times a year, only in the presence of the director or an associate in an “archival setting,” hence the museums.
Last week, the Museum of Modern Art screened the film on the opening night of their “Rolling Stones: 50 Years on Film” retrospective.
“On behalf of MoMA Film,” said Joshua Siegel, a curator in the museum’s film department who organized the exhibition, “welcome to, uh, Cocksucker Blues. A sentence I never thought I’d utter.”
Discrete Dog Sex
Finally, a Place in Brazil Where Dogs Can Go for Discreet Sex
Lalo de Almeida for The New York Times
By SIMON ROMERO
BELO HORIZONTE, Brazil — Heart-shaped ceiling mirror: check. Curtains drawn against the bright day: check. Red mattress: check.
The establishment that opened here this year has features that demanding clients naturally expect from a love motel. Brazil, after all, is a world leader in these short-stay pleasure palaces, which beckon couples for trysts away from prying eyes with names like Swing, Absinthe and Alibi, and design motifs like medieval castles or of the But Belo Horizonte’s newest love motel stands apart from the crowd in one crucial aspect. It is for dogs.
Animalle Mundo Pet, an eight-story enterprise in an upscale district in this city of 2.4 million people, introduced its dog motel alongside aisles featuring items like beef-flavored Dog Beer (nonalcoholic), a dog spa with a Japanese ofuro soaking tub, and canine apparel emblazoned with the symbols of the local soccer clubs Atlético Mineiro and Cruzeiro.
“I adore the romantic feel of this place,” said Andreia Kfoury, 43, a manager at a technology company who peeked inside the Motel Pet one recent morning while she and her husband were on a clothes-buying spree for their Yorkshire terrier, Harley. The couple, who are motorcycle enthusiasts, bought about $500 worth of imported Harley-Davidson brand items for their dog.
“I’m definitely bringing Harley back here when it’s time for him to breed,” a smiling Ms. Kfoury said. “He is very macho, and would be a hit in this place.”
KRENT ABLE Mischief
KRENT ABLE’S NEW BOOK IS DELIRIOUSLY FUN
Krent Able’s Big Book Of Mischief is a devilish mix of rock ‘n’ roll satire conjured up in wonderfully wicked graphics and text. Able’s visuals remind me of S. Clay Wilson, a darkly hilarious blend of diabolical images combined with the kind of precise, scalpel-like dissection of pop culture banalities we expect from R. Crumb.
From Lou Reed and Iggy to Nick Cave and Justin Timberlake, no one is spared Able’s poison pen. It’s a lovely bunch of nastiness and you can buy it here
Kraftwerk 2k12 Düsseldorf
Ding-Dongs, Donettes, Suzy-Q, Sno-Balls!! All dead. Dead and forever gone. O the horror. The horror.
from the The News Tribune (Tacoma)
Ding Dong, the Twinkie’s gone? Hostess moves to liquidate
IRVING, Texas — Hostess Brands Inc. says it’s going out of business after striking workers across the country crippled its ability to make its Twinkies, Ding Dongs and other snacks.
The company had warned employees that it would file a motion with U.S. Bankruptcy Court Friday seeking permission to shutter its operations and sell its brands if plants hadn’t resumed normal operations by a Thursday evening deadline. The deadline passed without a deal.
The closing would mean the loss of about 18,500 jobs.
“I don’t know if they thought that was a bluff,” CEO Gregory Rayburn said on CNBC Friday. He said the financial impact of the strike makes it “too late” to save the company even if workers have a change of heart. That’s because the clients such as retailers decide to stop carrying products when supplies aren’t adequate.
Rayburn said he’s hopeful that the company will find buyers for its roster of about 30 brands, which include Ho Hos, Dolly Madison, Drake’s and Nature’s Pride snacks. The company books about $2.5 billion in sales a year.
[ click to read the whole sordid story at The News Tribune ]
Full Fathom Miller Secret ‘Saga’
‘Secret Circle’ EP Developing Mystery Thriller ‘Saga’ at ABC
by Lesley Goldberg
Andrew Miller will write and executive produce the drama about the disappearance of a best-selling fantasy writer.
The Secret Circle‘s Andrew Miller has sold his third project this development season.
Miller will write and executive produce the project, which tells the story of an author of a best-selling book series (think Twilight) who goes missing before she can complete the final installment in her epic fantasy saga. After a family of fans discovers that she’s been kidnapped into the very real world of her books, they do their part and attempt to rescue her.
Amblin Television’s Justin Falvey and Darryl Frank are on board to executive produce the ABC Studios entry alongside Full Fathom Five’s James Frey and Todd Cohen.
Ars Gratia Auto-fill
We’ve just launched an Italian-language version of our blog: Google poetica! Google poetica is curated by Valerio Ceccolini. Welcome to the team, Valerio!
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All Up In My Snatch
No, ABC Denver, Paula Broadwell’s Book Is Not Titled ‘All Up in My Snatch’
By Jessica Roy
(Screencap: YouTube, via America Blog)
With a 24/7 news cycle, it’s downright impossible for reporters to avoid making mistakes. But–especially when lifting something from the internet–sometimes a little fact checking goes a long way.
America Blog reports that during a segment about former CIA director David Petraeus’ mistress Paula Broadwell, ABC Denver accidentally reported the title of the biography she penned about her lover as All Up In My Snatch. An accompanying video shows a snapshot of the Photoshopped book, undoubtedly lifted from the internet, being flashed on the screen following a clip of Ms. Broadwell speaking about Mr. Petraeus. The actual title of the book is All In.
And We Thought Bush Derangement Syndrome Was Bad
Gilbert police: Woman drove over husband because he didn’t vote
A Mesa man is in critical condition after his wife ran over him with her Jeep because she was upset he didn’t vote in the presidential election and feared her family would suffer with President Obama’s re-election, Gilbert police said Monday.
Holly Solomon, 28, was arrested about 10 a.m. Saturday after she chased her husband Daniel Solomon, 36, in a parking lot on Gilbert Road near Vaughn Avenue, police said.
The victim tried hiding behind a light pole, Sanger said, while his wife “drove around the pole numerous times while continuing to yell at him.”
The victim eventually started running toward the road but was struck by the Jeep and pinned beneath the vehicle and the curb, Sanger said.
Sanger said there was no indication that Holly Solomon [ who also is pregnant BJI Ed. ] was impaired by drugs or alcohol and said her husband is in critical condition at Scottsdale Healthcare Osborn Medical center.
‘I’m not in pain’
Vegetative patient Scott Routley says ‘I’m not in pain’
By Fergus Walsh
A Canadian man who was believed to have been in a vegetative state for more than a decade, has been able to tell scientists that he is not in any pain.
It’s the first time an uncommunicative, severely brain-injured patient has been able to give answers clinically relevant to their care.
Scott Routley, 39, was asked questions while having his brain activity scanned in an fMRI machine.
His doctor says the discovery means medical textbooks will need rewriting.
“Scott has been able to show he has a conscious, thinking mind. We have scanned him several times and his pattern of brain activity shows he is clearly choosing to answer our questions. We believe he knows who and where he is.”
Prof Owen said it was a groundbreaking moment.
Elvis ’72 MSG
Elvis Presley earned raves for 1972 Madison Square Garden shows
Two of The King’s four MSG shows, along with a bootleg video shot by a fan, are available in new DVD set, ‘Prince From Another Planet’
Elvis Presley was all shook up — and not in a chart-topping kind of way.
When the King of Rock and Roll arrived for four sold-out Madison Square Garden shows in 1972, he was no longer the cocky, pompadoured platinum-selling teen idol of the ‘50s.
Presley, according to a close pal, was instead nervous and unsure about his New York return after a 15-year hiatus that followed his appearance with Ed Sullivan.
“I remember a conversation with Tom Jones where Elvis says, ‘Tom, I don’t know if people are going to like me in New York,’” recalled Jerry Shilling, a charter member of Presley’s Memphis Mafia.
Turns out they did, thank you — thank you very much. By the time Elvis left the building on June 11, he charmed and thrilled a then-record 80,000 fans.
The 37-year-old Presley was tanned, fit and pumped for the spotlight. He prowled the stage in a form-fitting jumpsuit and glittering gold cape, backed by the killer TCB Band (with guitar god James Burton) as he sang in a voice both full and clear.
Two of the four MSG shows, along with a bootleg video shot by a fan with a hand-held camera, are packaged in a new set titled “Prince From Another Planet” – available for the first time this Tuesday.
Derrick May – Genius
Ramen On Top
Some Facts about Ramen Noodles
Ya’ll, I don’t care how bad Ramen is for me, it is damn good. And so filling also. You can really get your bang for your buck with all that salty water and noodles floating around in your tummy. I haven’t had Ramen in years, but when I see or it smell, I’m like a drug addict who needs another fix. It’s really a win- win situation when it comes to Ramen; its a filling meal for less than a dollar! The perfect college student’s snack! However, I’m sure all that Ramen cant be good for you.
O Come The Robot Orgasm
Regular Orgasms Are for Mortals; All the Cool Kids Are Having ‘Longevity Orgasms’
Soon our significant others will cheat on us with robots.
By Jessica Roy
If you’re already following the advice of your longevity coach and working to live as long as humanly possible (until the Singularity comes and your being is finally merged with that of a robot), then you’re probably ready to take your training to the next level. Self-quantifying via sleep tracking apps and the Nike Fuel Band will only get you so far, and unless you’re Peter Thiel, hyperbaric chambers are rather expensive. Luckily, the next step towards total transhumanism is much more pleasurable: buying a sex robot and having longevity orgasms.
Only those with an average lifespan would settle for normal orgasms. Instead, sexual satisfaction produced by a robot sex doll is quickly becoming the fantasy of many transhumanists:
Sexbots are coming, and we will cum with them. Three times a week or whatever our physician / longevity coach recommends. Because orgasms — especially the hormone-exploding O’s we’ll eventually enjoy with carnal cyborgs — are excellent for mental and physical health.
Remember the most convulsive, brain-ripping climax you ever had? The one that left you with “I could die happy now” satiety? Sexbots will electrocute our flesh with climaxes thrice as gigantic because they’ll be more desirable, patient, eager, and altruistic than their meat-bag competition, plus they’ll be uploaded with supreme sex-skills from millennia of erotic manuals, archives and academic experiments, and their anatomy will feature sexplosive devices. Sexbots will heighten our ecstasy until we have shrieking, frothy, bug-eyed, amnesia-inducing orgasms. They’ll offer us quadruple-tongued cunnilingus, open-throat silky fellatio, deliriously gentle kissing, transcendent nipple tweaking, g-spot massage & prostate milking dexterity, plus 2,000 varieties of coital rhythm with scented lubes — this will all be ours when the Sexbots arrive.
Music History in GIFs
1997. Radiohead releases OK Computer, and it goes on to become one of the most critically acclaimed records of all time. They released a couple of great videos, and a guy plays ping pong with an angel. Also a guy cuts his own limbs off for some reason.
Also, this album has one of the sweetest riffs ever written.
Mythology of The High Five
The history and mystery of the high five
A timeless gesture, but someone went up top first. That’s where it gets complicated.
By Jon Mooallem
PART TWO: THE HIGH FIVE OF LIFE
IF THIS PRANK HAS A VICTIM, it’s Glenn Burke, a young outfielder for the Los Angeles Dodgers in the late 1970s whose astonishing physique and 17-inch biceps earned him the nickname King Kong.
For at least a generation before the Sleets story surfaced, the conventional wisdom had been that Burke invented the high five on Oct. 2, 1977, in front of 46,000 screaming fans at Dodger Stadium.
It was the last day of the regular season, and Dodgers leftfielder Dusty Baker had just gone deep off the Astros’ J.R. Richard. It was Baker’s 30th home run, making the Dodgers the first team in history to have four sluggers — Baker, Ron Cey, Steve Garvey and Reggie Smith — with at least 30 homers each. It was a wild, triumphant moment and a good omen as the Dodgers headed to the playoffs. Burke, waiting on deck, thrust his hand enthusiastically over his head to greet his friend at the plate. Baker, not knowing what to do, smacked it. “His hand was up in the air, and he was arching way back,” says Baker, now 62 and managing the Reds. “So I reached up and hit his hand. It seemed like the thing to do.”
Burke then stepped up and launched his first major league home run. And as he returned to the dugout, Baker high-fived him. From there, the story goes, the high five went ricocheting around the world. (According to Dodgers team historian Mark Langill, the game was not televised, and no footage survives.)
Anastasio’s Eastwood
Winer
“If I Hit You, You’d Feel It”: Leslie Winer, Trip Hop’s Forgotten Pioneer
by Wyndham Wallace
Some say that Leslie Winer aka © invented trip hop in 1990 with her album, Witch. Now she’s back with a retrospective compilation and Wyndham Wallace meets the reclusive former supermodel.
It is, as we’ll no doubt be frequently reminded by its forthcoming deluxe reissue, 21 years since Massive Attack released Blue Lines, giving birth – history insists – to the genre now known as trip hop. Its slackened beats, stoned delivery and dependence upon dub, hip hop, soul and electronic music, were – to most people – revelatory, while its “shift toward a more interior, meditational sound”, as Simon Reynolds described it, helped establish one of the defining musical styles of the first half of the 1990s.
“Really, there was absolutely no coverage around the original release of Witch,” she says. “It went almost completely unnoticed. Just a few people listened to it, as far as I know. My name wasn’t even on the original release” – it was simply credited to © – “and even on the first official release it was one name amongst a long list of people who contributed. It’s only the Virgin France release that put that horrendous Halloween-y cover on it and my name. Praise for my music has always been totally fucking slim to totally fucking… nothing. Nobody is interested.”
The Man With The RZA Fists
Movie Review: ‘The Man With the Iron Fists’
Marital arts fan RZA finds his inner Tarantino in B-movie that gets A for effort
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If only every filmmaker were as creatively inspired by his influences as Wu-Tang Clan leader RZA, who makes a memorable directorial debut with his kung-fu homage, “The Man With the Iron Fists.”
Countless filmmakers have tried to emulate B-movie style, with most getting caught in post-modern self-awareness that undermines the whole project.
RZA, a lifelong fan of martial arts movies, was smart enough to apprentice himself to Quentin Tarantino, who’s presenting this venture. It’s clear he absorbed his lessons well: the results both pay tribute to and improve upon the grindhouse originals RZA watched as a kid in Staten Island.
Leo Painted A Wall
Revisiting a Famous Meal, Soup to Nuts
Ross King’s ‘Leonardo and “The Last Supper” ’
Santa Maria della Grazie, Milan, Italy/The Bridgeman Art Library
By the age of 42 (in an era in which life expectancy was 40), Leonardo da Vinci had yet to create anything commensurate with his lofty ambitions. At that point, Ross King writes in his new book, “Leonardo and ‘The Last Supper,’ ” he “had produced only a few scattered paintings, a bizarre-looking music instrument, some ephemeral decorations for masques and festivals and many hundreds of pages of notes and drawings for studies he had not yet published, or for inventions he had not yet built.” Too many of his projects — like creating a gigantic bronze horse on commission for Lodovico Sforza, the ruler of Milan — had gone unfinished; other projects having to do with architecture, military engineering and urban planning had not found patrons.
“Leonardo may have dreamed of constructing tanks and guns, of placing a dome on Milan’s half-built cathedral, or of completing the world’s largest bronze statue,” Mr. King writes. “But he was going to do none of these things. Instead, he was going to paint a wall.”
Qwiksketch Zombie Science
Necessary Evil
Necessary Evil: The Dark Greatness of Black Sabbath
Tonight, on Halloween, hordes of us will do what humans have done for eons and herald the coming of the dark, cold months with a celebration. Though it’s been untold generations since our fall festivals were softened into a vestigial superstition, Halloween’s roots lie deeper than playing make believe. They grow from our inborn compulsion to gain some measure of understanding, of control, about the things we spend the rest of the year trying to deny. Life is tenuous. Pain is constant. The world is frightening. These are ineluctable truths. And so is this: Black Sabbath matters.
Black Sabbath was the first rock band to get over on trying to scare the shit out of you. Others (Led Zeppelin, Blue Cheer) were making sinister, heavy music before singer Ozzy Osbourne, guitarist Tony Iommi, bassist Geezer Butler, and drummer Bill Ward got together in Birmingham, England in 1969. None of those other bands were as committed or singular in their bleak vision. From the start, Sabbath emitted no light. That was for others to do. The band’s self-titled first album was released in 1970. In sickly and unnatural colors its cover shows a witch-like figure in front of a desolate country house. The eponymous first song opens to whispering rain, a tolling bell, and a slow, creeping guitar riff. Then Ozzy enters. He sings as if he has no soul to lose. He could be the dead-eyed henchman in some Vincent Price movie. He could not wail virtuoso-style like Robert Plant or Ronnie James Dio. Instead, Ozzy sounded plainly human. Or as if he remembered what it was to be one.
Hell Hath No Fury
POWER OF SIX: This book ‘dismembers your brain…’
TEN$ION: Fatty Boom Boom
Sábado Gigante – The Greatest Television Show Ever Maybe
TV giant Don Francisco celebrates 50 years of ‘Sabado Gigante’
An entertainment institution in the Spanish-speaking world, Don Francisco aims to stay on top of the game with his long-running variety show ‘Sabado Gigante.’
By Yvonne Villarreal, Los Angeles Times
MIAMI — Don Francisco is running late to his own party — peculiar, considering he arrived six hours before it started.
One of Latin America’s top entertainment personalities is holed up in his dressing room at Univision‘s studios as frenzied fans just outside line a red carpet where celebrities are slowly making their way into the big show. As he quietly watches the procession on his dressing room monitor, his longtime assistant begins the intricate ritual of preparing his pre-show meal that includes branzini fish with rocoto chile paste and a tossed salad.
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“After the break,” announces one of the hosts from the red carpet, “Don Francisco!” The adoring throngs scream in delight as the ringmaster of the longest-running variety show in TV history squeezes a lemon over his salad and chuckles. After a half-century in show business, he knows they can wait a little longer.
At 71, Francisco is an institution in the Spanish-speaking world as the unmistakable and singular host of “Sábado Gigante,” which means “Giant Saturday.” The sturdy Chilean-born showman is the enduring attraction in a weekly three-hour cavalcade famous for its bikini-clad models, slapstick sketches and madcap contests, and which has become a welcome weekend siren call to the Latino diaspora.
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Emanuel Steward Gone
Emanuel Steward, legendary trainer of Thomas Hearns, Lennox Lewis and Wladimir Klitschko, dies aged 68
Emanuel Steward, whose alumni as a trainer included the boxing legends Thomas Hearns, Lennox Lewis and Wladimir Klitschko has died at the age of 68.
Steward’s name has been long associated with the Kronk gym in Detroit, where his fighters trained in sweltering heat and as hard as if they were in fights. Steward, who would dance on his feet showing fighters moves, to this day, showed a perspicacity inside and outside the ropes.
He had won 94 of 97 fights as an amateur and was the US bantamweight champion in 1963. In the seventies, he started the Kronk sweat house.
Steward’s first world champion, in 1980, was Hilmer Kenty, the first world champion the motor city had celebrated since the great Joe Louis – and that success was followed quickly in the same year by the then ferocious welterweight Hearns.
Steward was instrumental in helping the welterweight super-fight between Hearns and Sugar Ray Leonard come together in 1981. “It was simple. We met in an airport, it was done in an hour,” he told me last year. Hearns also went on to have one of the most exciting fights in history, against Marvin Hagler.
Steward would go on to become trainer, mentor and in is latter years, a guru to a total of 43 world champions. Steward talked a lot, he talked to everyone – journalists, boxers, fighters, managers – and he talked sense. He had enjoyed an analyst’s ringside role on television for over two decades in the United States.