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Dallas police are looking for a man who they said repeatedly sneaks into backyards, dances around naked and then runs away. Police believe the man has been exposing himself in the same neighborhood since 2005. The most recent incident was on Sept. 30.
Police said he usually climbs a fence or goes through a gate and either dances naked or jumps in a swimming pool naked. Police said he also has danced naked on top of a backyard air conditioning unit.
Police said they’re looking for a pudgy man who is about 6 feet tall and covers his face while dancing.
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the first legal male prostitute
I think for a male, if you want to be successful in this type of venture, you’re not a prostitute. You’re a surrogate lover. You encompass everything that’s required of you—not only emotionally, physically—but psychologically. Because women are wired differently. They’re much more sensitive creatures. You actually have to enjoy what you do. You can’t necessarily say, “Oh, it’s just a job.” You actually have to say it’s a passion. I think it’s the same situation as with anything that happens when you break apart a social institution. There has to be some kind of change in terminology to describe persons like myself. And it’s more of a civil rights thing now. Basically this is the first time in the economy of the United States that a male has actually stood up and said, “I want to do this for a living.” And be protected under law to do it. It’s just the same as when Rosa Parks decided to sit at the front instead of the back. She was proclaiming her rights as a disadvantaged, African-American older woman. And I’m doing the same. I’m actually standing up now, and hopefully I can be supported by the male community and be understood as a person. This actually isn’t about selling my body. This is about changing social norms.
Congratulations.
(via marginal revolution)
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Fucking C3PO, the pussiest of all Star Wars Characters!
Pope Knocked Down at Christmas Eve Mass
It wasn’t Cindy! We can prove it!
MaryBeth Burns from Paris, Texas, was about four people away from the woman who jumped the barriers and was filming the pope’s procession as the commotion started.
“All of a sudden this person sort of flew over the barricade and the Holy Father went down and all the security people were on top of it, a whole pile there, getting her off and him back up,” said Burns, who was visiting Italy with her family on a religious pilgrimage for Christmas.
A person flew–and all they could think about was the Pope.
the chevy volt dance
In case you’ve been living under a rock for the past few days, we’ll recap: GM commissioned a song to explain some of the finer points of how the Volt’s high-tech powertrain functions and later decided to add a dance routine to the jingle and let it loose on an unsuspecting public at the LA Auto Show.
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Shava are probably the only representatives so far of the genre of Suomibhangra, a Finnish take on the South Asian diaspora dance genre, bhangra. On one level there’s a lot to be critical of here, perhaps – the wilful exoticism, the fake Indian dancers, the almost-brownface of someone like the “Finnjabi bad boy” in the video.
What English sounds like to Italians, the musical
Try not shacking shaking your ass when you watch it.
(via Eric Baker, via marginal revolution)
Instructions on how to climb a staircase
An Absurdable.
(Via my classmates Carolina & Asli)
Glow
Video from Dance-tech.net
You Can Call Me Al
Paul Simon – You Can Call Me Al (1986)
Chevy Chase and Paul Simon prove that with two chairs, and an empty room, you can still make a totally perfect music video. Take note, Lady Gaga.
Origins of the Moonwalk
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all the single babies
Like some rogue Baby Einstein offering, the black-and-white “Single Ladies” video provides visual and aural stimulation well suited for the under-2 crowd. Babies love high-contrast colors, steady beats and smiling women’s faces. “Single Ladies” has all of these things. It’s almost as if Beyoncé designed it for children.
There’s always gotta be the asshole.
“What putting babies in front of this video does is deprive them of hands-on creative play, which is the foundation of learning,” says Dr. Susan Linn, director of the Campaign for a Commercial-Free Childhood and author of The Case for Make Believe. “Babies aren’t asking to be put in front of these videos. They’re not congregating in front of the watercooler to talk about Beyoncé. They don’t get anything from the video that they couldn’t gain from parents who play music around the house.”
More than an inner ear problem
. . . traces of the cad about the boy . . .
You know you’re headed somewhere when you commence to quoting yourself.
And while we’re on the subject . . .
Although The Magic Christian is by and large a very annoying film (not least on account of its many breezy ‘fag jokes’ circa 1969), there is a certain train-wreck fascination to the “Mad About the Boy” sequence featuring Yul Brynner and Roman Polanski.
Belated Birthday Offering | Ricky Cameron Neece
HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY, RICK!
“A wop bop a loo mop, a good goddam!”
Fifty-four years ago today, per Bumps Blackwell’s recommendation, Little Richard Penniman (seen above with Jet Harris, Gene Vincent and Sam Cooke) joined forces with Fats Domino’s band — which included the late Earl Palmer, drummer extraordinaire who performed at the 1st annual Ponderosa Stomp and served as Master of Ceremonies for Stomp #4 — at Cosimo Matassa’s J&M Recording Studio.
Loads more good stuff from the Ponderosa Stomp Foundation.
Cooper and Sheila
Forgive me for taking the low road.
L’homme sans tête
(Via @pipsan)
So Oleta, Rick and me nipped into Central Park…
and we ended up in here.
Tom DeLay Joins ‘Dancing with the Stars’
A Letter to Merce | Bill T. Jones
I thank you for your prodigious output and the simple truth, which could be a question, a text message from you to me, which asks:
“What will you do now?
What is worth doing and how?”Thank you, Merce.
Goodbye,
Bill T. Jones
Just about a month from now — September 17 — we will have the premiere of choreographer Bill T. Jones’s Fondly Do We Hope . . . Fervently Do We Pray, a work commissioned by the Ravinia Festival and an Illinois Bicentennial Commission in honor of the two hundredth anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s birth. (You can follow the work-in-progress here via a production diary that Jones updates frequently these days.)
Merce Cunningham’s aesthetic and his sensibility feel way over there to Bill T. Jones’s here, or so it seems to me. To Jones, too . . . and yet . . .
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Your call is so valuable
(Via I do believe I came with a hat.)
Vivienne Vermuth, Stardust
screenshot from last night’s footage
Big Star Burlesque, After the Show
The transitions in this are just beautiful to me.