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El alzamiento de X-Art y su estilo como alternativa seria al porno de toda la vida demostró que no era descabellado ni mucho menos imposible innovar en el mercado del sexo filmado. Así que, abiertas las compuertas de la creatividad, ahora nos llegan propuestas bastante diversas como la de Milking Table, un website lanzado el mes pasado que lo que hace es básicamente coger el concepto de glory hole y darle la vuelta... literalmente. Eso es: un glory hole en vertical donde la moza (en esta ocasión Dillion Harper) más que mamar... ordeña.

  

Though she might not have had the high profile of some of her male contemporaries, Kathleen Hanna has proven to be one of the most consistently important, challenging, and powerful figures from the ’90s alternative rock scene. Her iconic voice provided the rallying cry for feminist issues, the fun-loving, rambunctious work of both Bikini Kill and Le Tigre powered by her intelligent, fierce, captivating persona. However conflicted, Hanna stood at the vanguard of the riot grrrl movement, her music empowering audiences while also providing them with some seriously lively tunes.
But Hanna has been noticeably absent for a while, ever since the 2006 announcement of a Le Tigre hiatus. It’s since been revealed that she’s been dealing with a long-undiagnosed case of Lyme…

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…disease and is just now finally ready to return to the spotlight. To do so, she’s reclaimed the name under which she recorded a 1998 solo record, this time expanding to a full band and adding a The: The Julie Ruin.

Run Fast straddles the line between debut and the latest from an established act. The brassy punk sing-alongs and bouncy, synth-flavored anthems recall a fair share  of Hanna’s catalog. The laser-blast synths and confrontational fun of “Ha Ha Ha” echo Le Tigre pretty accurately, while the razor-wire jangle of the guitar hits closer to Bikini Kill. Lines like ”you’re a road block, dressed like a solution/ An ambush with no ammunition” could fall on either side of the fence.

This isn’t just a victory lap for the return of a hero; there are interesting new wrinkles to Hanna’s songwriting and style as well. The swanky piano, bongos, and Bowie-esque male backing vocals on “Kids in NY” are the perfect complement to Hanna’s wonderful mockery of the perpetual self-interest and gentrification that plague her Big Apple home (not to mention everywhere). The  sock-hop twist of “Just My Kind” places Hanna in a true-blue love song, her vocals reaching smoky whispers instead of their typical grit as silken girl group harmonies further the mellow.

That said, no one would mistaken this for an album by anyone but Hanna, and it’s not just because of that voice (though, but seriously, that voice). “Brass buttons on like you’re going to your trial/ Say it on the beat in the new girl style,” she roars on lead single “Oh Come On”, arching and scowling all over the track. It would be easy to say that the song sounds directly influenced by Sleater-Kinney if Hanna hadn’t been doing her thing prior to that Portland outfit’s formation. Hanna’s brash leads meld with sweet harmonies, ripping guitar, and pounded beat to keep things tense and taut, her insistence to “make it popular but still say it with a pout” a sardonic taunt to the rules placed on women in the music world. The  list of things that girls like and do on “Girls Like Us” sits almost too easily in Hanna’s sweet-spot, denying gender pigeonholing with its increasingly obtuse lines, from “girls like us like cotton candy” to “girls like us eat salt for breakfast.”

But Run Fast is the work of a full band, not just “The Kathleen Hanna Show”. Bass provided by Bikini Kill bandmate Kathi Wilcox laces together the limber “Right Home”, while keyboardist Kenny Mellman’s turns at the mic provide the perfect counterpoint to Hanna’s mercurial delivery, particularly on the Pulp-y, rambling “South Coast Plaza”. Landeau’s choppy riffs and Carmine Covelli’s agile drum fills propel high-energy stomps like “Stop Stop”, its frenetic pogoing mirroring the manic pace that Hanna’s lyrics complain of being unable to escape.

Run Fast captures highlights of Kathleen Hanna’s past, though it never dwells in them. This is no nostalgia trip, but rather the work of an artist with such a focused, studied voice (both literal and figurative) that she can’t help but sound like herself to some degree. That could put The Julie Ruin into direct competition with Le Tigre or Bikini Kill for some listeners, but Run Fast is, in the end, its own artifact, and a strong one at that. The album’s 13 tracks hit some serious highs and a few middling snags, but that’s to be expected from a band’s debut, even if that band features a modern day hero like Hanna.

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Marc Maron is a comedian and the host of my favourite podcast, WTF with Marc Maron, which is a comedy podcast where Maron interviews not only comedians, but musicians, actors, chefs and artists. His conversations are always engaging, funny, raw and honest. I recommend it especially to those who are pursuing a creative field, as most of his interview subjects have insightful and unique stories about how they became successful. (As you can tell from its title, WTF contains explicit language and is for mature listeners … you’ve been warned!)

Maron’s own success story is worth mentioning. In his 40s, having lived a life of anger, resentment, addiction, failed relationships and burnt bridges, Maron had just gotten fired from a radio gig when he started the WTF podcast as a last, desperate attempt to stay in the comedy game. The podcast not only became incredibly successful, leading to a resurgence in his stand-up career and a television series, but it’s also proven to be his salvation.

I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to do a Maron quote, as I must have listened to hundreds of hours of his voice while working on Zen Pencils. This quote is taken from his latest memoir, Attempting Normal.

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- Since my last comic about social media, I think it’s fair to say I’m still totally dependent and addicted to my phone. Who checks their phone as soon as they wake up and while still in bed? I do. Who takes their phone into the toilet with them? Me. It’s gross, but I bet you do it too … don’t lie. Who can’t be alone in public without looking at their phone every five minutes? Yep, me again. While I love social media (it has obviously helped Zen Pencils enormously and it’s incredible how easy I can interact with readers from all over the world), we should also remember some of its negative side effects, as this article points out.
- What are your favourite podcasts? Some of my other recommendations: Hardcore History, The Bugle, The Smartest Man in the World, The Nerdist, Stuff You Should Know, StarTalk Radio and The BS Report.

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On Tuesday afternoon, HBO unleashed the first trailer for the final season of “Eastbound and Down” on its YouTube channel. No sign of Lindsay Lohan in the 60-second clip — Ken Marino is up in there, though. But what we walk away with is pretty obvious: Kenny Fuckin’ Powers is back from the dead and is the same megalomaniacal hack we’ve known since 2009.

I know the last season (or the season before that) was hardly the wrecking ball that crashed our tubes like the first one, but you gotta admit that one last round of KFP wouldn’t hurt your DVR. But who knows if it’s the last season — Danny McBride said the same thing about season three back in 2012.

I’ll shut up already. The point is, mark your calendars, motherfuckers.

h/t NIS

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This Saturday, celebrate the eternal kitten-ness of Lil Bub with a group art show at Spoke Art in San Francisco, featuring purrrrty new work by our pals Ransom & Mitchell and dozens of other artists! You can even meet Lil Bub at the gallery from 1 to 3pm. The Lil Bub group show complements Casey Weldon's "Meow Brow" show at Spoke Art's second gallery right next door. Below (and NSFW) is Ransom & Mitchell's "plz can i haz?" which will be available as a limited edition 8x10 print for $45 with a portion of sales going to the SPCA!

"El bebé relleno de cocaína atravesó las aduanas de los dos países como un cuchillo de plata buena cortando mantequilla caliente".

Constantino habla poco y no te pasa ni una. Viste sobrio y va con bastón, pero no se apoya en él. Desde 1981 regenta y gobierna “Libros de ocasión exclusivos y usados Marañón”, tiene a todos los clientes cagaos de miedo. “Es por mi presencia”, dice Constantino, “cada vez tengo menos amigos”. En el antebrazo izquierdo lleva dos tatuajes, uno es un corazón y el otro la palabra “Bistec”. Hace seis años le pegó a un gitano en la cabeza con el bastón y casi lo mata. “Vivimos de recuerdos”, dice. Cuando alguien le pregunta por cualquier libro de la tienda se enfada muchísimo. “¡Pobre niño rico! ¡Si no sabes encontrarlo por tu cuenta es que no te lo mereces!" Su comida preferida es Los Kinder Sorpresas. No le interesa el dolor de los enfermos. Atraviesa sus días rodeado de novelas pero ya casi no lee, no le ve el sentido. "A estas alturas nada me llama y todo lo sé”, dice. Se casó una vez con una señora que se le murió de un virus. En los septiembres le preguntan mucho que si en “Marañón” se venden libros de texto para los niños de los colegios. Lleva fatal lo de la gente. “Me merezco poder matar gratis”, dice, “todos nos merecemos un muerto”. Su programa preferido es “Cifras y Letras” y le han dicho que se da un aire a Antonio Elegido, el Caballero de las Letras. “Lleva un medallón, se lo he visto, y dos anillos”, dice Constantino, “es mago seguro”. Duerme con los ojos abiertos y desayuna un pan quemado que lo moja en aceite.

“Las mujeres me dan igual”, dice, “me gustan todas pero me dan igual. La idea de que tienes que estar con alguien para estar bien te la meten en la cabeza para que te compres más cosas de las que ya te compras. ¿Te notas que necesitas algo? Hazte una paja”. Cuando entra un alguien joven en la librería, Constantino se levanta de la silla porque se teme lo peor. Las personas jóvenes le dan asco. “Hoy los jóvenes ya no quieren ni follar, sólo quieren jugar con internet”. La semana pasada se cruzó con un grupo de chavales por un pasillo del supermercado, llevaban gorros como de Papá Noel. “No es ni diciembre, ¡se la meten doblada!" El señor Marañón está obsesionado con la Navidad. "Es lo peor que hay… las luces, el ruido, todos esos imbéciles en sus casas comiendo los unos delante de los otros…"

Hay gente que le pregunta que si no tiene miedo a morirse solo. “Todo el mundo muere solo”, dice Constantino, “por mi parte prefiero pudrirme tirado en el parqué del salón de mi casa y que mi olor a muerto les joda la tarde a los vecinos antes que caer infartado echándome la mano al pecho bajo las miradas de un aquelarre de viejos jugando al cinquillo en El Hogar del Jubilado”. La misma gente le aconseja a disfrutar de las pequeñas cosas de la vida como por ejemplo: unas buenas vistas, un coche de carreras, el dinero, los carnavales, dos tetas, una paella.

Mantiene Constantino una casa en San Martín de Valdeiglesias, cerca del pantano. “Es pequeña pero se cabe bien”. Ha pasado estupendos momentos encerrado en ella. “Unas paredes tan lisas…" En la casa hay un sofá, dos camas, una tele, una estufa. Este fin de año se lo piensa esnifar metido ahí dentro, lejos de la diversión de las personas. Un día una clienta insatisfecha y cabreada de las de siempre de la Librería Marañón le acusó de ser un señor amargado a causa de estar solo y le dijo que si no tenía nada bueno que decir era mejor que no abriera la boca. "Me voy al pantano con los alacranes, para no molestar”, dice Constantino, “un millón de moscas no pueden estar equivocadas”.

La Gente Mala sobra y todo el mundo lo sabe. Se ha dicho mucho en revistas y en prensa, que parece que no nos enteramos. Tenemos que venirnos arriba y estar más contentos, no podemos vivir con estas nubes negras encima. “Tú el primero”, dice Constantino. Lo importante es estar unidos, así es como se consiguen las cosas. Nadie gana nada por uno mismo. Hace falta crear comunidad. Arrancarle una sonrisa a un niño y comerse Unos Buenos Churros. ¿Acaso hay algo mejor? Miremos hacia delante, el pasado no importa. Estar contentos con lo que tenemos: eso que no nos lo quite nadie. Menos mal que digan lo que digan seguirán llegando sin pausa los cumpleaños, las bodas, el Halloween, las fiestas 2x1, los funerales con banquete, la Tomatina, el veranito y la Navidad. Y poco a poco las madres y los padres y los niños vendrán y nosotros nos iremos y no volveremos más.

After 14 years (on and off), seven seasons, and two networks, Futurama is endings its run with one final episode tonight. Comedy Central, who revived the series in 2010, opted to cancel it in April. Tonight's final episode, entitled "Meanwhile," finds Professor Farnsworth introducing a device that can transport people back in time 10 seconds, while Fry proposes to Leela once more. And as is required by law for TV shows these days, there's a Chris Hardwick hosted aftershow and preshow online.

With Dennis, Mac, Charlie, Dee, and that Frank free to continue gallivanting around Philadelphia on the shiny brand new network FXX starting tonight, it's time to look back at the absolute worst things The Gang at It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia has ever done. While it's been fun and humorous to enjoy their antics over the years, sometimes you have to wonder if it was all worth it. (It probably was.)

Going Too Far With Revenge

In “The Gang Goes Jihad”, the gang TP and egg the Israeli businessman's property that had once been there own. Then they made a video wearing headscarves while speaking as terrorists. Finally they throw a flaming bag of dog poop into the man’s property, igniting an unknown gas leak. Before this happened, Charlie clandestinely sent Ari the terrorist video that everyone else had agreed was going too far. The group would end up getting community service, initially assigned to coach youth basketball teams.

Paralyzing or Killing the Daughter of an Enemy

In Hundred Dollar Baby", Frank offered to box Bobby to reclaim his honor, since Dee ran out of steroids and got arrested for assault and could not do it herself. He cheated by taking a swing before the bell and knocked Bobby out. Bobby collapsed on his daughter Brianna, who then cracked her neck on a bench, just like in a certain movie. Frank screamed “Holy shit!” and ran away.

Hosting Murder

In “Charlie Goes America All Over Everybody's Ass”, Dennis, Mac, and Frank made Paddy’s an "anything goes" establishment. The freedom eventually lead to people shooting up heroin in the bar and the McPoyles creeping everybody out. Worst of all, Frank and his Vietnamese gambler friends played an increasingly dangerous game of cards. After betting fingers, it devolved into russian roulette, with one man shooting himself in the face, presumably dying.

Kidnapping

In “The Gang Finds a Dumpster Baby”, Mac and Dee try to market the baby they found in the dumpster as a Latino tv star.

Frank Shooting People

In “The Gang Gets Invincible”, Frank accidentally shot Doyle McPoyle in the leg.
In “The Gang Cracks the Liberty Bell”, in a flashback to 1776 which probably did not happen, an ancestor of Frank accidentally blew an ancestor of Rickety Cricket’s head off with a gun he thought did not work.
In “Frank’s Brother”, Frank shot Reggie in the arm thinking the Black Panther was reaching for a gun.
And in “The Storm of the Century”, Frank shot Rickey Cricket in the hand, who he thought was looting the basement. How does this man still keep possession of that thing?

Running a Sweatshop

In “The Aluminum Monster vs. Fatty Magoo”, Frank and Mac open a sweatshop to make Dennis’ dresses.

Dealing Drugs and Stealing Horses

In “The Gang Gets Whacked, Part 2”, Dee and Charlie get Rickety Cricket to sell cocaine for them, which initially he succeeds in doing. Charlie and Dee take the money to buy more cocaine instead of to pay the mob. Charlie stole a horse named Peter Nincompoop. He let it go free once Dee told him they couldn’t escape from the mob with him.

Stealing While Impersonating Police Officers

In “Bums: Making A Mess All Over the City”, Frank and Dennis acquired a discarded cop car, bought cop costumes, and drove around the city impersonating police officers. In uniform, the two took a jaywalker's cash and his watch. Dennis took all of the money out of a loiterer’s wallet. Eventually Charlie, acting as a Serpico, lit a Molotov cocktail Dennis made and threw it into the cop car, ending that adventure.

Attempted Cannibalism and Murder

In “Mac and Dennis: Manhunters”, after thinking that they ate human meat, Charlie and Dee go to a morgue to eat flesh, but at the last second chicken out. They lure a homeless kid home with them to potentially try to eat, but Charlie and Dee only get as far as rubbing spices on his arm before the kid is able to run away. Meanwhile, Dennis and Mac hunt Rickety Cricket for sport.

Faking Death

In “Mac and Charlie Die, Part 1”, Mac and Charlie fake their own deaths to avoid Mac’s father.

Illicit Waste Management

In “Who Pooped the Bed?”, Frank repeatedly shit on his and Charlie’s bed, and twice on the Paddy’s bar floor.

Kidnapping and Assault

In “Paddy’s Pub: The Worst Bar in Philadelphia”, Charlie kidnapped Philadelphia Inquirer critic Lyle Korman, and his neighbor, because he wrote a bad review of the bar.

Breaking and Entering, Destruction of Property

In “The Gang Gets Extreme: Home Makeover Edition”, The Gang break into a house at night, all dressed in black, blaring loud music and yelling through bullhorns at a family to get out of their beds so they can redesign the house, like their heroes at Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. Justifiably terrified, the family does not understand Dee’s imperfect Spanish explaining why exactly they are destroying their possessions, removing walls, and decorating their surroundings with American paraphernalia.

Douchebagery and Threats on One's Life

In “The D.E.N.N.I.S. system.”, Dennis’ system for getting with women (Demonstrate Value/Engage Physically/Nurture Dependence/Neglect Emotionally/Inspire Hope/ Separate Entirely includes prank calling as an angry neighbor and threatening the woman’s life, and general awfulness.

Poisoning

In “The Gang Reignites the Rivalry”, it is revealed that in 1998 that The Gang received a 10 year ban from the bar flip cup competition “Flipadelphia” for poisoning another team. They vandalize the home of the owner of the new bar and restaurant that replaced their former rival’s bar and set his yard on fire. In a frat house flip cup game, Dennis, Charlie, and Mac poison Dee and their frat brother opponents. They then forget entirely about “Flipadelphia”.

Rioting

In “Storm of the Century”, fresh off of shooting Rickety, Frank started a riot after a supermarket’s credit card machines stop working. Seriously, how is this man still able to walk freely on the street?

 
Captain Beefheart hired Moris Tepper to be his full-time guitarist in 1976, a position he held until the Captain’s retirement in 1982. Along the way he imparted these handy guitar tips:
 

1. Listen to the birds.

That’s where all the music comes from. Birds know everything about how it should sound and where that sound should come from. And watch hummingbirds. They fly really fast, but a lot of times they aren’t going anywhere.

2. Your guitar is not really a guitar.

Your guitar is a divining rod. Use it to find spirits in the other world and bring them over. A guitar is also a fishing rod. If you’re good, you’ll land a big one.

3. Practice in front of a bush.

Wait until the moon is out, then go outside, eat a multi-grained bread and play your guitar to a bush. If the bush doesn’t shake, eat another piece of bread.

4. Walk with the devil.

Old Delta blues players referred to guitar amplifiers as the “devil box.” And they were right. You have to be an equal opportunity employer in terms of who you’re brining over from the other side. Electricity attracts devils and demons. Other instruments attract other spirits. An acoustic guitar attracts Casper. A mandolin attracts Wendy. But an electric guitar attracts Beelzebub.

5. If you’re guilty of thinking, you’re out.

If your brain is part of the process, you’re missing it. You should play like a drowning man, struggling to reach shore. If you can trap that feeling, then you have something that is fur bearing.

6. Never point your guitar at anyone.

Your instrument has more clout than lightning. Just hit a big chord then run outside to hear it. But make sure you are not standing in an open field.

7. Always carry a church key.

That’s your key-man clause. Like One String Sam. He’s one. He was a Detroit street musician who played in the fifties on a homemade instrument. His song “I Need a Hundred Dollars” is warm pie. Another key to the church is Hubert Sumlin, Howlin’ Wolf’s guitar player. He just stands there like the Statue of Liberty—making you want to look up her dress the whole time to see how he’s doing it.

8. Don’t wipe the sweat off your instrument.

You need that stink on there. Then you have to get that stink onto your music.

9. Keep your guitar in a dark place.

When you’re not playing your guitar, cover it and keep it in a dark place. If you don’t play your guitar for more than a day, be sure you put a saucer of water in with it.

10. You gotta have a hood for your engine.

Keep that hat on. A hat is a pressure cooker. If you have a roof on your house, the hot air can’t escape. Even a lima bean has to have a piece of wet paper around it to make it grow.

 
Let’s see whether Tepper absorbed the precepts, shall we? Here’s the Captain and the Magic Band playing “Hot Head” and “Ashtray Heart” on Saturday Night Live, November 22, 1980, hosted by Malcolm McDowall:
 

 
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In 1968, Charles Bukowski became a person of interest to the F.B.I. because of his writing for an underground newspaper.

Bukowski wrote a scurrilous and highly entertaining column, “notes of a dirty old man” for Open City. This column caused enough offense to the Postal Services and the F.B.I. that there was an investigation into the life and morals of the literary mailman.

What emerges from the 113-page file is a portrait of a man who was regularly absent from work, who enjoyed a drink, was considered a “draft-dodger”, and was once married to “Jane S. Cooney”—the “Jane” of many of his most heartfelt poems. Nothing new there. Though the finks at the F.B.I. did add their own literary pique by describing Bukowski’s work as “highly romanticized.”

Read the whole document here.
 

 

 

 
Via bukowski.net, h/t Open Culture

The Uncanny Valley is that point where something designed to look human gets too close to success, and ends up accidentally reminding us of the many, many ways that it also looks totally alien. The result: A one-way ticket to Creepoutsville.

Or, anyway, that's the hypothesis. See, despite the fact that we've long treated it as a given, the Uncanny Valley isn't a proven concept. In fact, writes Rose Eveleth at The BBC, the original 1970 paper that described the Uncanny Valley wasn't really based on research at all. It was more of an essay. An essay that nobody much questioned for 30 years. Since 2000, there's been some actual research on the subject, and the results are very mixed. Some studies can find evidence of the Uncanny Valley. In others, though, it appears to not exist at all.

In one study, David Hanson of Hanson Robotics, in Plano, Texas, and his colleagues showed participants images of two different robots that were animated to simulate human-like facial expressions. The survey simply asked the participants what they thought of the experience. The vast majority (73%) liked the human-like robots. In fact, not one person stated that these robots disturbed them.

Hanson and his team then showed the participants a continuum of images, starting with a picture of Princess Jasmine taken from the Disney movie Aladdin. Over the course of six images, Jasmine’s face slowly morphed into that of actress Jennifer Love Hewitt. The idea of these facial progression studies is to try to observe the dip in likeability that Mori predicted between an obviously cartoon image and an obviously human one. The participants were asked to rank the acceptability of each picture in the series. But, again, rather than see a dip in the scores in the middle of the range – as the uncanny valley would predict – none of the images seemed to bother anyone.

Eveleth's piece is definitely worth a read. Not only does it challenge out accepted cultural wisdom, but it also suggests that there's more to what creeps us out than the simple concept of an Uncanny Valley is capturing. There might be other factors that determine whether a human-looking thing gives us the willies, or is no big deal. As we think about the future of robotics, figuring out what those factors are will become more and more important.

Así lo explica el celestino de este choque de fuerzas de la naturaleza, el fotógrafo y cineasta Brad Elterman: «Kim Fowley, mi gran amigo y legendario productor de las Runaways me invitó a visitarle ayer. Está convaleciente tras haber sido operado de un tumor en la vesícula biliar y tenía ganas de verle, así que me llevé mi cámara y a mi impresionante amiga Kelly Cunningham (NdT: una modelo y actriz casi desconocida). Se cayeron bien enseguida, y a medida que Kim volvía a la vida, Kelly bailaba y cantaba desnuda mientras yo hacía fotos.»