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Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Adventures in Tikiland

Thursday I am leaving for a two-week road trip through Florida, America’s Vacationland. Halfway through we’re stopping in Fort Lauderdale for The Hukilau.

Posting will be light but I’ll return with tons of photos and stories. In the meantime, I’m satisfying myself with some tiki-riffic links, like this NY Times article, about the treasure trove that lies inside the Trader Vic’s warehouse.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

My lady parts do not ache for Hillary Clinton

1:03 pm | 1 | Internerd | Girly

I am a full-blown feminist and would love to see a woman in the White House. Just not this woman.

The Village Voice’s Allison Benedikt articulates much clearer than I can the problems with the Clinton campaign.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Who Is Singing Me Lullabies?

12:36 am | 0 | Internerd | Family, Listening

Her childhood was sort of desolate,” he says. “Orphaned, alone, she had been sent away (from Ireland) to America to live with a rather forbidding maiden aunt. She had no conscious memory of the first five years of her life. No memory of her mother, of Ireland, of home.” Mrs. O’C confessed to Dr. Sacks that she had lost all conscious memory of her mother. “She had always felt this as a keen and painful sadness,” he says.

A touching NPR story in honor of Mother’s Day.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Writing links for your weekend perusal

9:32 pm | 0 | Internerd | Writing

How do you choose to alert people who appear in your books that you are writing about them…?

I have been commiserating about the ~~good~~ bad old days with some former coworkers from the newspapers I worked at in Oklahoma. There is a kind of bond, a camaraderie, between those who have weathered the debilitating hours and humiliating assignments of working as a small-time journalist. It’s been fun, the reminiscing. Anyway, guess which post I wrote at Angry Journalist.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Valentine’s Day Victory

12:22 am | 0 | Internerd | Girly

Appeals Court overturns Texas’ ban on sex toys, the government gets the hell out of my bedroom. (And yours.)

Couplings

12:19 am | 0 | Internerd | Reading

oo la la how they want me to be blacker and blacker, even Georges, his pipe on the bed stand and his hands all over my naked butt and I just have to make my cheeks tremble there and he will cry out in French as wildly as Genevieve and she will answer from across the room in Monkey, but I keep them both quiet tonight, I am myself quiet inside and I cannot stop my mind, for tonight I danced as I always dance — some Charleston some Black Bottom, some Mess Around and Tack Annie and Shim Sham Break and some things I tell myself are Africa but are St. Louis, for all that, are me just knocking my knees and camel-walking and vibrating my butt and flailing my arms and legs — I danced as always but at the same time I was somewhere up in the balcony with these ravenous French watching me dance, which is something I almost never do, but just because I dance in a trance most of the time don’t mean the dance has anything to do with what I am and what I am driven to want, which is something I got from St. Louis, as well: my hair is conked flat and lacquered, which the French don’t understand the meaning of, and at the end I cross my eyes at them and I flap my arms like a backyard chicken, and they don’t understand that either, but after it’s all over and the night is gone and the sun comes up in Paris, each morning I get into my hotel bathtub and I soak in hot water and goat’s milk and lemon and honey and Eau de Javel that they scour their sinks with and I soak and I soak till my pussy’s on fire just so I can be white

— Josephine Baker, as imagined in Robert Olen Butler’s forthcoming book Intercourse

Chest and Drawers

12:12 am | 0 | Internerd | Girly

The vixen wants to take seduction up a notch, but she wants to do it in style. She’s comfortable with herself and isn’t afraid of a little leather or something a little daring, so we’ve chosen these luxurious pieces to compliment her sassy attitude. Guys, be warned: don’t buy these picks unless you’re absolutely certain she’s a vixen!