Ok, Youdopia, Yes I would fuck Sarah Palin. Hard and rough and leave her with an extreme case of Stockholm Syndrome. But.. instead of having a Hockey Mom run the country, why not a Lumberjack? I prefer Michael Palin. His accent is nicer.
I used to live in Eugene, Oregon. Most days I still wish I did. One of the best things about Oregon is the quality of life… by that I mean the little things. Beer is better. There are ten million microbrews. Weed is better. OMG the weed is better, and the coffee, Lord, the coffee. My favorite coffee in the whole world comes from Café Mam. I’m not lying. I’ve been out of Oregon for four years, and still.. to this day, I order a five pound bag of Othello Blend beans at least once a year.
The beans themselves are roasted for YOU. When you order, they fill a bag with the freshest beans from the roaster, not from the backstock. Also, the beans are European Grade, which means you get no clinkers, fragments, or chips; only whole, shiny, beautiful beans. These pictures are what you get when you order, there’s no bait and switch. I want a picture of the beans big enough to use as my wallpaper for my desktop.
And talk about Hippy! Café Mam beans are so Earth Friendly that the banners they use to show all their green ways would take up two and one half VW bumpers. They’re Fair Trade, 100% Organic, Shade Grown, Bird Friendly, Swiss Water Decaffeinated…honestly… Chris Martin and Sting would have to have a baby to make something as politically and socially ethical.
Here’s the best part. It is the best coffee in the whole entire world. I’m not kidding. It’s like getting a package from a more substantial place. You open the box, and suddenly the world is not sepia, because your in Technicolor OZ.
Why am I writing this? Because I truly love Café Mam. If you’ve bought from them before, and reorder (at least before the site upgrade) they would ship your order that day, and you could just send a check.
There is little in life that is truly wonderful. Café Mam coffee makes that short list. I love it. It is objectively wonderful.
Do I think this clip was leaked? Well, youdopia, yes I do. I think it was leaked on purpose, but I think it was leaked. It’s pretty funny, as funny as the Simpsons get most days. Twenty years is a long time. I hope you enjoy this little clip.
I made a friend today. Her name (here in the floating world) is the Butterfly Temptress, and she’s sweet, funny, kind, and ill. She has stage 4 cervical cancer, and it’s travelled through her lymphatic system throughout her body… including her brain stem. Kiki spent some time online with her yesterday, picking out caskets. When Whitney’s school crisis came up, and we held a raffle to help raise funds, Butterfly Temptress donated money. She was fighting this, and in a financial crisis of her own (it costs a lot to die in America)… and yet she gave, and gave freely.
Now we’re raising money for her, and the wheel rolls on. The immanence of death makes the friendship process all the more intense and honest, because there isn’t time to fuck around. There’s no real point to this post, aside from the immediate and real.
So, ok. 
By Christ the Magician?
Hello, youdopia. This will cease to be relevent in moments, but I thought it worth posting. John McCain cancelled on Letterman, to “race back to Washington” because of this economic downturn hysteria, and… well… watch.
Well, my youdopians, it is time for a lolcat… and not just any lolcat, but moving picture. Indeed.
I have no idea what’s going on. What is trust but a pad of wet reeds? Underneath the warp and woof of vegetable matter, it’s turtles all the way down. Meaning? Meaningless? MEaninglessness? What if there’s no there there? What if there is? Bubbles in the tub, circling the drain. Fractal remembrance, stuttering and badly buffered.
So much in life is irrelevant, and yet love is real, and people feel, and… everything matters to somebody. Web after web collects until you’ve woven your own shroud. We’re back to weaving and fabric and patterns, and meaning… weaving meaning out of the the tendrils of experience, and feedback.
My god. We’re trying to catch the echoes of a sound that never was.
No wonder suffering exists.
Philip K Dick’s image of the Black Iron Prison looms large tonight.
“We don’t have any ideology. We don’t have any theology. We dance.” – A Shinto priest to an American Theologian
Antony and the Johnsons… The Cripple and the Starfish…
Wow. It’s a super duper party pooper gay… like this gay… song about a good old fashioned S&M relationship. It’s sung by the masochist/pain pig. The singing and delivery make it for me. It’s a live version from last week in Portland, OR. Antony and the Johnsons were accompanied by an orchestra, and … well, Antony sings with so much emotion it’s…. almost too much, but… he hooks me. It is, without a doubt, the Coolest Shit Ever
You can hear what I hear by downloading this song here. It’s a live version, and I’m giving it away. If you like it, go see Antony and the Johnsons. They’re haunting.
Cut to Pink Floyd in Boston in 1977. Rick Wright’s unfortunate passing has resulted in a huge number of Pink Floyd shows to be released on various live music torrent sites. This excellent quality audience tape from Boston 1977 is indeed excellent. The quality is great, even with the occasional, “Sit the fuck down!” from people around the taper. It is Boston, after all. You can download this excellent show, where they do all of Animals, Wish You Were Here, and some tracks from Dark Side, by clicking the link at the beginning of this paragraph. Enjoy the music.
Thanks for reading, Youdopians.
Here is a little viral clip of Audacia Ray’s new movie, Dacia’s Love Machine. It’s pretty funny. I hope all Youdopia rejoices with me.
The DSM Revision Petition is gathering signatures from individuals and organizations calling on the American Psychiatric Association (APA) to adhere to empirical research when revising the diagnoses in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM).
Statements currently within the DSM Paraphilias criteria are contradicted by scientific evidence therefore NCSF must conclude that the interpretation of the Paraphilias criteria has been politically, not scientifically, based. This politically motivated interpretation subjects BDSM practitioners, fetishists and cross-dressers to bias, discrimination and social sanctions without any scientific basis.
Petition:
“We, the undersigned, support the American Psychiatric Association’s (APA) own goal of making its diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM) a scientific document, based on empirical research and devoid of cultural bias. A diagnosis of a mental disorder can have a severe adverse impact on employment opportunities, child custody determinations, an individual’s well-being, and other areas of functioning. Therefore we urge the APA to remove all diagnoses that are not based upon peer-reviewed, empirical research, demonstrating distress or dysfunction, from the DSM. The APA specifically should not promote current social norms or values as a basis for clinical judgments.”
To sign, go to: www.thepetitionsite.com/1/DSMrevisionpetition
(You can make your signature anonymous on this secure petition site so it doesn’t appear on the Internet)
To find out more about the DSM and the Paraphilias section, read the NCSF & ITCR: The Foundation for NCSF’s “White Paper on the DSM Revision” at www.ncsfreedom.org
For more information, email: DSMrevisionpetition@yahoo.com
Please distribute to organizations and individuals and ask them to sign on!
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National Coalition for Sexual Freedom
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With economy tanking, the free market corrupted absolutely, elections, et al… I want to provide a means for my dear Youdopians to gauge their readiness. Yes, readiness. Gather your water and dried peas. Air out the tent and find the camping gear, for we may all be heading for the hills. So, in preparation for that final apoalyptic showdown, I ask you to take the following test. The answer will determine your place in line. “But, Mark. what if I could survive longer than you?” Good question. That’s heresy. Now you’re dead. Next!
Hi Youdopians. This is one of our official projects, so try not to be alarmed. The post is not about Led Zeppelin, or nipples. It is, however, about sex and comedy… so there.
http://www.daciaslovemachine.com
Audacia Ray’s new short film, “Dacia’s Love Machine” has been released! The 25-minute director’s cut is available online in .mp4 and .flv and is only $2.99 to download. Pathetic, but true fact, downloading this film costs less than the gas it would take to drive to my nearest Starbucks to hang out with a friend over coffee.
I have seen it and it is hilarious. Obviously it’s a movie about a fucking machine, but ultimately it’s a comedy and the fucking machine is really the star.
You see, Dacia originally received the Love Machine to review. As I recall, it was something along the lines of her orgasm being in spite of, not the result of the Love Machine and so she was less than thrilled to have it laying around her house, so she put an ad on Craigslist:
Sex machine for sale (not a person, an actual machine) – w4mw – 27
Date: 2007-12-03, 9:37PM ESTSo I’m a sex toy reviewer, and a little over a year ago I acquired a fucking machine to review (Topco brand, it retails at $395). It’s kinda big, and I really want it out of my apartment. It has all but one attachment (the one I used, which I will throw away), and technically it is lightly used.
Yes, it’s true, I’m trying to sell my lightly used sex machine on CL. I’m asking $100 for it, you come pick it and get it out of my life. It’s manageable to get it on the subway (probably easier with two people), but I recommend wrapping the box in brown paper or something, since it has pictures and words that will make your package very obvious.
CL doesn’t allow me to post the link to the review, but go to fleshbot[dot]com and search “Marital Aid Test Kitchen: The Fucking Love Machine,” and scroll down to the bottom of the page – the review was posted on October 20, 2006.
She filters through the responses, some of which are so outlandish that I had to ask her, “Did people really respond that way?” To which she replied, “Yes, all of those responses are genuine!” WOW! A study in strange humanology, but I love to peek through the door of the crazy world in which we live. Human nature only gets more and more curious as people stop by to look at the machine in person.
Click the picture to go to www.daciaslovemachine.com and download the movie. The first twenty five people who buy the download get a free sex toy courtesy of EdenFantasys – you have your choice between a pocket rocket and a masturbation sleeve.
Seriously, I personally guarantee you that this will be the best $3.00 you spent today ($2.99, actually). Marky and I got to preview the film and we both thought it was clever, funny, curious, voyeuristic, entertaining, and did I mention funny? Now go! Enjoy 25 minutes of unique entertainment.
I have made a viral video of this movie, and once I post it, you can see it. It’s funny.
To be willing to sort of die in order to move the reader, somehow. Even now I’m scared about how sappy this’ll look in print, saying this. -David Foster Wallace
Apparently David Foster Wallace hung himself last week, and was discovered by his wife. This saddens me, even though I’ve only read one of his books. That book was Infinite Jest, and I thought it was a monumental achievement. I found it to be remarkably appropriate to the time in my life (when I read it) and it seemed to me a mammoth tome about OCD (on the part of the author) and addiction.
I leave you with a quote from that book, from Wikiquotes:
The difference between homicide and suicide is mostly a matter of where you perceive the door top to the cage to be.
I hope Mr. Wallace got out of the cage.
My fellow Youdopians, this is a tad lowbrow, but… Gina Gershon is always funny and sexy, and here is no different. Sarah Palin may be a MILF, but so what? I want to fuck lots of women, Gina Gershon being one of them, and I’m not going to vote for her. McCain lost points with me over this whole deal. It was a smart choice for snatching some Hillary voters, but… I don’t want to Governor of Alaska running the country if/when McCain succumbs to… simply being in his 70′s. Biden could run the country ably, I think. He’s a prick, kind of, but he’s not a dumb one.
You know what? Who cares? Watch the video, giggle a little and realize that 40 something GIna Gershon would be a blast in the sack.
I wish I had a cleaner copy of this image, youdopians. From what I can read, it’s pretty funny. I totally forgot from where I found this. If anyone knows, please let me know. I want to credit the site, and the original image maker (good luck, I know).
Busy as a beaver still. Money starting to happen. Opportunities piling up. I have business cards for the first time in a very long while. My god. My native ability to write in SEO is making the blogs I created a few months ago start to pay off.
We’ve been using a project management program that organizes one’s emails, contacts, and tasks. I hate it. It works wonderfully. I hate it. I am much more efficient with it. I hate it. I’ve wrestling with the issue of selling ad space, limited ad space, on a site that has half a million page views daily, to a member who can only spend fifty bucks. The original model was $25 per 50,000 pageviews. Sounds great. Is great. 50,000 page views lasts you a few hours. Then people would feel cheated, even when told in giant flaming letters ten galaxies high, ‘We get 400-500,000 page views daily”. So… we upped the minimum to $50 and changed to a pay per click model. That works better, but now the new minimum ($50) only lasts a day. I input an ad last night at 9:30pm, and it was gone ten hours later. 125 clicks, gone. It’s a good thing, but… one is faced with the conundrum. How to pay the thousands a month to run a site with 36,000 members (since January 08), and 400 new ones a day… a site based on community, and openness, and not being another corporate bullshit site.
I love it. I love the site. I love the people. I love the scene. I love kinky things. Kinky people tend to be more interesting. I love working from home. I even love working 18 hours a day, for the success of my family and our business. It’s nice.
The site is worth a good 20,000 a month in ad revenue, if we whored it out (did the usual industry bit, with header and footer ads, and shop pages)….
so far so good. Power to the people. I want to own a home, and a car. Angel/Devil. I’ve been choosing virtue more lately… probably in rebellion of the industry in which I am thriving. I am thriving. It’s all coming together.
Things have a groove now, a rhythm. The site for which I do the marketing (along with Kiki) is starting to come together. It’s a wonderful life. It’s nice to earn money from the sweat of my brow. I’m going to watch television. I realized last night, that I hadn’t watched a show in weeks. I had lost my chrono sync w/ society, like that French guy they put in the cave for a year.
night night.
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Nipple Olympics? Really, google?
Jack White, Jimmy Page, and The Edge Jam Together
Originally posted on The Toronto International Film Festival Page.
The electric guitar has dominated popular music for the last half century. Anyone who has ever plugged into an amp understands its power. So does the average stadium crowd. But if you have too much exposure to amateurs, you might forget the incredible range of expression that the creation pioneered by Les Paul can achieve in the hands of masters.
Director Davis Guggenheim, well-known for his Academy Award-winning documentary An Inconvenient Truth, deepens our appreciation for going electric by bringing together three virtuosos from different generations: Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin, The Edge of U2 and Jack White of The White Stripes. It Might Get Loud weaves together their stories to reveal how each of them developed a unique sound.
Unlike rock ‘n’ roll documentaries that focus on backstage drama, this one concentrates on the music, giving us intimate access to the creative process. Each guitarist describes his own musical rebellion: Page against the saccharine pop of the sixties; The Edge against the self-indulgent solos of the seventies; White against the soulless bass machines of the eighties. The film also travels to the locations that left a mark on each player. Page visits the stone halls of Headley Grange where “Stairway to Heaven” was composed. In Dublin, The Edge pulls out the original four-track rehearsals of “Where the Streets Have No Name.” And in Tennessee, White describes being inspired by the raw style of bluesman Son House. What’s more, we see each musician play new work that has yet to be released.
The trio comes together for a jam session, during which they demonstrate their varying tastes in gear, from Page’s double-neck guitar to The Edge’s array of accessory pedals to White’s cheap plastic instrument. Contrary to the stereotype that rock ‘n’ rollers are sullen and guarded, these three display an infectious joy when discussing their craft. Anyone who has ever played air guitar along with a Zeppelin song will be thrilled watching Page mimic the licks of one of his own favourites, Link Wray’s “Rumble.”
You don’t need to be an aficionado to enjoy the pleasure of this company. This film might not affect how you play, but it will change how you listen.
Thom Powers
