"Man oh man, 'Dr. Menlo.' Now there's an alternative blog. Kindness to animals, Seattle anarchists, nudism galore, SubGenius, anti-Bush black propaganda, jeez louise, Doc, that thing sure is happenin'." --Bruce Sterling, Schism Matrix
by kirsten anderson Kirsten invented and runs the best art galleries in Seattle: the Roq la Rue and BLVD Gallery. abuddhas memes by tony tross Tony chases Eris and his own personal Buddha-kin from the icy outer reaches of the Yukon.
"Ye fucking gods!! Are you nuts!? Those Jesuit bastards will eat you alive!" --Hunter S. Thompson, to me, circa '93
. . . because they now employ, as their spokesman, that uber-prick Dennis Miller. Hey, Chachi, why don't ya just get Trent Lott in blackface singing the praises of Aunt Jemima while using Netzero, eh? Or, maybe you could animate a dead Iraqi baby so that it says, from between it's gurgling bloody lips: "Support the death of more Iraqi babies. Use Netzero!" Or . . . you could get Dennis Miller as your spokesman . . . how do the kids say?: it's all good!
While we can all most probably agree that it is overcommercialized and downright silly, we can also probably agree that we are grateful for the time off work (except today because it is a Saturday, of course) and the additional time spent with loved ones. So laugh at the fat man in red (was Santa's obesity a portent of the future of the weight of America?), or the dubious (at the very least) claim that today some son of an old man in the sky with a big white beard who created everything (including the strings which hold the multiverse together) was born on this planet--but enjoy your mate, your kids, your parents, your grandparents, your sisters, your brothers, your nieces and nephews, your pets, your friends, your abode (if you are lucky enough to have one), and your meals (that, too). Hold the ridiculousness of Xmas at length while still enjoying the concept of peace on earth. We all need a break from that fastidious doom and gloom that is the administration of He-Who-Not-Be-Named, so take that break where you can get it. Be warm, be fed, and wish the same for others, eh?
The store caters to people in the sex trade: strippers, streetwalkers, massage parlor workers and the like. In this case, less is more, and the easier it is to take off, the better.
"I tell my vendors, 'If it's tiny and shiny, send it to me,' " says Felicity, the owner of Felicity's Fetiche on Sutter near Polk.
Felicity knows her market well. She spent three years as a stripper in San Francisco, much of it at the notorious Market Street Cinema. When her back went out and she could no longer work the dance pole, she went looking for another profession. She knew strippers and stripper clothing. [more]
Stefen Styrsky: You are one of the greats of contemporary science fiction and fantasy (SF/F) literature. You identify as gay. You are also black. Where do the three meet, and more importantly, where do they diverge?
Samuel R. Delany: They touch each other everywhere. But what they don't do is overlap in some totally congruent way. I'm black; I'm gay; I'm a science fiction writer. That is to say, all three have histories, are a part of the history of my life. It's even useful to talk about some parts of those histories apart from the others. At other places, such a separation is hopelessly distorting. [more]
Dhalgren is one of my favorite books--I have my copy and another of his short stories signed to Dr. Menlo, I'm honored to say. Me and Pagan went up to see him at Bailey/Coy on Broadway in Seattle last year.