Duringi the Al Green tribute on this year's BET Awards, one of my favorite singers performed one of my favorite songs.
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The campaign, in Canada at least, features shoddy, third-rate Michael Jackson and Madonna lookalikes explaining that they, respectively, want the "Jacko" and "Madge" Yahoo Mail addresses under the new domains. Even if you could get past the idea that you're supposed to identify with people who want to adopt the identity of insane 50-year-old pop stars, the worst part is that both "Jacko" and "Madge" are names bestowed upon the singers by the British tabloids, and both epithets are detested by the singers they've been applied to.
It's a win all around, really.
I always look forward to Bill Cunningham's photo feature "On the Street" in the NY Times where he captures the fashion of the moment on the streets of New York in a photo collage. I'm a jeans and t-shirt person, but fashion is interesting to me in terms of how a look is put together (even though I don't practice this art form myself), and how/why fashion trends spread and emerge. And Cunningham is my favorite kind of expert: gleefully passionate, and driven by an unquenchable curiosity. This week's audio slideshow on the trend of men's falling pants paired with glittering belts is especially good. To hear his voice (vs reading his words), is delightful.
My wife has me doing the holy shit 100 pushups thing, which basically ends every other day with doing pushups until you collapse. as a result, my arms are now useless and vestigial, like a tyrannosaurus, and my giant head has only a walnut-sized brain with which to understand why the heck we're doing this.
