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Over one million dollars in taxpayer money has been sent trying to legislate what should be a parenting decision. New York is the latest to join the fray – passing a law that was previously struck down in other states.

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5 cars i’d have sex with

Todd has his helicopter porn, I have my cars.

1. 70 Chevelle SS

Mine would be in black, but you get the idea. That right there, ladies and gentlemen, is the ultimate in automobiles. It’s the car I’ve been dreaming about since I first got my license back in the dark ages, and the car I will some day own. Mark my words. That’s not just any muscle car, kids. That is a piece of art. You know how some guys feel when they see a picture of some big breasted chick with her legs in the air and a “take me” look on her face? You know how some women feel when they see a pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes on sale at Neiman Marcus? That’s how I feel when I see this car. No, I don’t want to fuck it, but I just might rub up against it in a sexual fashion, given the chance. Oh hell, if it had a dick, I’d fuck it.

2. 74 Dodge Challenger

Make no mistake, I know very little about what lives inside the guts of a car. I couldn’t tell a hemi from a semi. But give me a car that looks like this and I’ll be making moves on it within seconds. I don’t need to know what it’s made of. I just need to know that it goes fast, roars loud and looks like the equivalent of a Victoria’s Secret model in boy shorts and a black lace bra.

This car is almost menancing. Maybe that’s what I like so much about it. Much like my fascination with Boba Fett or my love of any of Gary Oldman’s bad ass charactes, my taste in cars I wish I had runs toward the dark side. If cars were movie villains, this Challenger would be Drexl Spivey.

3. Ford Galaxie 500

I learned how to drive in one of these babies. Same colors, too – fire engine red with a snow white top. The car was old by then, in car years – this was a 68 in 1979 – but still looked factory clean. It drove like a dream – well, when you are 17 and gripping the wheel for the first time even a station wagon would ride like a dream – and I felt immediately comfortable behind the wheel. I was learning to drive in style. The 500 was a beauty of a car; slick, sexy, the kind of car supermodels with white framed sunglasses and deep tans drove.

4. 1970 Ford Mustang

Unlike the previous cars I’ve talked about – where I envisioned myself driving them – this one is pure testosterone. It’s a guy’s car. If cars were dicks, the Mach I one would belong to John Holmes. It’s the kind of car I might not drive, but would keep in my driveway and spend every Saturday afternoon lovingly soaping it up and hosing it down while entertaining the neighborhood with Mach I worthy tunes.

5. 1969 GTO – The Judge

Normally, I don’t do orange, but somehow the color looks hot on this car. Hell, this is the kind of car you could roll out in some hideous shade of puke green and it would still look good.

If cars were guys, the ‘69 GTO would be the guy your mother warned you about; the one you are not supposed to look at, let alone talk to, because one stare from him would turn your chastity belt to dust. Yea, if this car were a guy, I would be standing in front of it, leaning down low, wearing the lowest cut shirt I own whispering something about checking the dipstick.

Except it’s gotta be the hardtop, not the convertible. Convertibles are nice on some cars, but when you are riding a bad boy like this, soft just won’t do.

So there’s the five car’s I’d bang.

Speaking of car bangers:

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After watching a show on the top ten military helicopters of all time, Todd, who gets off on those sort of shows, decided to compile his own list. So I thought I’d share.

Todd’s Top Five Helicopters Ever

H-13 Sioux Helicopter

MI Hind

AH-1 Cobra Gunship

AH-64 Apache

Bell UH-1 Huey Helicopter

I have no idea what order they are in. But there’s five.

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a song for the deaf

(reposted from my flickr page)

song for the deaf (365-262 and QOTSA #18))

Day 262 of 365: a year in songs and photos
#18 in the Queens of the Stone Age Discography Thing
Song: QOTSA, Song For The Deaf

Subtitled: tuesday morning, contemplating

When I take these morning photos, I’m usually doing my own version of meditating. I relax, breathe, focus on the photo and rid my mind of everything else. I clear my head so I can better face the day.

I got lost in train of thought while I sat there in the wet grass at 5:30 am, staring at some weeds lined up against the back wall of the house.

I spend a lot of time telling myself to let things go, to be the better person and not make confrontations when those confrontations will only lead to more. I’ve always been known as the peacemaker, the one who will put aside her own feelings and needs if it just means making everyone happy and avoiding a battle. That’s not always a good thing. Sometimes one needs to speak up instead of bowing down.

I have also spent a good deal of my thinking time the past two years or so telling myself that I would not let anyone treat me or speak to me in a manner that I do not deserve. One of my mantras of those years has been "you get what you tolerate," and I decided at some point to no longer tolerate being spoken to or treated in a way that is demeaning, demoralizing or condescending.

This morning I had to try to reconcile those two thoughts. I feel the need for confrontation. I have allowed myself to tolerate these behaviors for a few months now in order to be the better person and not make waves where too many waves already exist. So what do I do? Do I confront or do I sit back and hope that this change taking place today will alleviate some of the problem?

I actually struggled with this all night. I composed in my head what I would say to her; I was careful to speak from the "I" and to not sound mean or accusatory. I worded it in such a way that I wasn’t being harsh about it, I was merely explaining why I have been harboring animosity and how the simple act yesterday of slapping me down when it was completely unecessary and, in fact, the opposite was called for, made me sad instead of the usual anger this person’s antics make me feel.

So I’m sitting there this morning and 5:30 turns to almost six and I’m still staring at these weeds wondering how to frame them and it dawns on me.

A song for the deaf.

Even if I did confront, what would be the use of explaining my feelings and emotions to a person who would not even hear it? A person who has never heard a word I said and instead talks over me, and everyone else? What’s the point?

Well, the point is, I said I wouldn’t tolerate it anymore. So do I confront just for me, just to get it out of my system, knowing it’s going to fall on deaf ears, or do I just go about my day and my life, and hope that the change in environment today will help dissipate my lingering bad feelings?

Song for the Deaf: youtube.com/watch?v=Ipe-PH6CBa0

I just realized I used this song in the QOTSA series already. Oh well, there are probably a few songs I’ll do more than once. That’s what’s nice about having a project that is all your own. You make the rules.

And I can just say what I said about it before:

This song is brutal both lyrically and musically and I use that word in the best way possible. The vocals are done by both Mark Lanegan and Josh Homme, and at some point Nick Oliveri is in there, too.

Nobody’s coming down the hall
Nobody echoes in my head
Broken reflection outta luck
Nobody ever needed it

I got what was
I want to take what’s left
Ready now

Beautiful senses are gone
Canary in a gilded cage
Singin

Sweet, soft, and low
I will poison you all
Come closer, racing to your tongue

I got what was
I want to take what’s left
No talk will cure
What’s lost, or save what’s left
For the deaf

The blind can go get fucked
Lie beside the ditch
This halo round my neck
Has torn out every stictch

Who are you hiding
Is it safe for the deaf
Beautiful cancer
Infiltrate and forget
I saw you coming
I heard not a thing
A mistake not to listen
When I knew where you’d been

And I got what was
I want to take what’s left
No talk will cure
What’s lost, or save what’s left
For the deaf

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monday morning smiles

A Muppets/Rammstein mashup

And dueling guitar moms at a wedding

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abandoned long island

I have this list of about 20 abandoned places on Long Island I want to photograph. I did the Bayshore roller rink last month, and now I finally got to the Brooklyn Water Works building.

sign

You can view the whole set here. I’ll be adding more.

July 27, 2008

Brooklyn Water Works, Freeport, Long Island

I had been wanting to photograph this for the longest time; you can see the ruins from the Long Island Rail Road right before the Baldwin station and every time we passed it I would say, let’s go there. So today, we finally went.

I had assumed there would be no way in and we’d have to climb a fence or duck through a hole somewhere, but what I didn’t know is that the building backs up to the Brookside Preserve. We just walked down to the preserve opening, took the trail around to the building and lo and behold, right behind the creek, the fence around the building just stops, as if in mid sentence. We were free to roam.

This used to be the Brooklyn Water Works Building. According to the Nassau County website:

"The Brooklyn Water Works Building, which stands just south of the preserve, was constructed from 1889-91 according to a plan by a well-known Romanesque architect of the time, Frank Freeman. Water was supplied via a conduit to Brooklyn from 1891 until the mid-1950s, when New Yotk City began relying solely on the reservoirs in the city’s northern suburbs."

The building was in operation until the 70’s, when the County bought it. The county then sold it to a developer who was going to turn it into condos. In 1985 there was a fire which destroyed most of inside of the structure (you can still see remnants of that fire in the ruins). It was then sold in 1986 to someone who wanted to turn it into a nursing home. As far as I know, the County once again bought the land, but I can’t find any news item that says what they had planned, if anything, to do with it.

I love abandoned buildings and that this one goes back to the 1800’s makes it even better. I usually get a feel for the place, I soak up the aura the past has left and imagine what it was like when the building was in use all those years ago. However, the beer cans and graffiti really take away from that.

Here is a photo of how it looked in the past.

More pictures later.

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abandoned long island

I have this list of about 20 abandoned places on Long Island I want to photograph. I did the Bayshore roller rink last month, and now I finally got to the Brooklyn Water Works building.

sign

You can view the whole set here. I’ll be adding more.

July 27, 2008

Brooklyn Water Works, Freeport, Long Island

I had been wanting to photograph this for the longest time; you can see the ruins from the Long Island Rail Road right before the Baldwin station and every time we passed it I would say, let’s go there. So today, we finally went.

I had assumed there would be no way in and we’d have to climb a fence or duck through a hole somewhere, but what I didn’t know is that the building backs up to the Brookside Preserve. We just walked down to the preserve opening, took the trail around to the building and lo and behold, right behind the creek, the fence around the building just stops, as if in mid sentence. We were free to roam.

This used to be the Brooklyn Water Works Building. According to the Nassau County website:

"The Brooklyn Water Works Building, which stands just south of the preserve, was constructed from 1889-91 according to a plan by a well-known Romanesque architect of the time, Frank Freeman. Water was supplied via a conduit to Brooklyn from 1891 until the mid-1950s, when New Yotk City began relying solely on the reservoirs in the city’s northern suburbs."

The building was in operation until the 70’s, when the County bought it. The county then sold it to a developer who was going to turn it into condos. In 1985 there was a fire which destroyed most of inside of the structure (you can still see remnants of that fire in the ruins). It was then sold in 1986 to someone who wanted to turn it into a nursing home. As far as I know, the County once again bought the land, but I can’t find any news item that says what they had planned, if anything, to do with it.

I love abandoned buildings and that this one goes back to the 1800’s makes it even better. I usually get a feel for the place, I soak up the aura the past has left and imagine what it was like when the building was in use all those years ago. However, the beer cans and graffiti really take away from that.

Here is a photo of how it looked in the past.

More pictures later.

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