I've been watching movies about zombies (Dawn of the Dead and Day of the Dead) and I can't shake this troubling feeling that they are really documentaries.
Dear Vox,
Much has happened since I last wrote to you, and without going into too much detail, here's a summary:
- I got married, and my ring finger is growning acustomed to the way the ring feels. It's nice.
- I had a trip to the hospital due to seizures. I had my first-ever CT and MRI scans, and it was decided that I have epilepsy. They put me on anti-seizure meds and charged me a lot of money that I won't be able to pay any time soon.
- After follow-up bloodwork, it was determined that the anti-seizure meds were beginning to attack my liver, so I'm now beginning a different medicine which does not affect the liver. We'll see.
- I shaved off the beard I've had for a long time. I think I'll start growing it back right now.
- I obsessively listened to Slayer, Bonnie 'Prince' Billy, and Current 93.
- I aked Jesus into my heart and became born again.
(one of the things in the above summary is not true.)
What are your three favorite album covers of all-time? Any honorable mentions?
Question submitted by Tamara.
The way she's standing there, androgynous and beautiful, getting ready to deliver the greatest opening line of any rock album in history: "Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine..."
The whole album, the whole era perfectly captured in Robert Mapplethorpe's calmly confrontational photo...
"Out of light cometh darkness"
A coat of arms on an outhouse door, madness and sex and chaos, looking for transcendence while dancing in the mud...
I was a stagehand/sound guy for a long time, so in the course of my work I met a lot of famous people, from movie stars and rock stars to Bill Gates and Steve Jobs at corporate events. The weirdest/best meeting, though, was when I worked on a musical featuring Gedde Watanabe, who was Long Duk Dong in "Sixteen Candles." All during rehearsals, I was fighting back the urge to make a Donger reference, until finally about a week in, i could not resist, and when he walked by, I said "What's happening, hot stuff?" He gave me a deadpan, sad look and I immediately felt like a jerk, but then he started laughing and I felt better. Later on I couldn't resist asking him if he still hung out with Molly Ringwald, and he just said, "No, she lives in Paris."
I like the idea of posting to vox via email, so here is a test of the capability. I'm curious to see how image attachments will be formatted in the blog posting. One drawback though: doesn't look like I can use tags when posting via email. Guess it's necessary to go to the site and edit the post after sending it?
I'm easily amused by PhotoBooth's effects filters...
