>This homeless man’s creative sign is somewhat unnerving

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via Guyism by Chris Spags on 1/31/11

While I applaud and appreciate creativity in the homeless community, this dude’s sign is somewhat terrifying.

It’s easy to get swayed by a witty little sign made by a homeless man because it seems charming and self-aware. But think about it logically for a second..do you really want a homeless man hopped up on drugs with a raging oversized erection hanging around in places you normally frequent? That seems both unpleasant and a potential public nuisance.
tip please [EPICponyz]

>Record Label Rule Book Gets Startups No Where

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via hypebot by Kyle Bylin on 1/31/11

We’re learning something important about music startups. If a company is cool and people like it, there’s a good chance that they’re either getting sued or working their way up the magical list.
Grooveshark is a perfect example of this. More and more people are getting turned onto the site because the interface is pretty and the user experience is great. Is it the best music service?
No. But it’s the best at what it does.1
Then there’s Sony’s Music Unlimited service. It’s backed by major labels which means it’s going to be and is boring. There’s nothing about it – “Qriocity”2 – to be excited about. It’s safe bet. After using it, you might blindly go and fill up your iTunes cart and go buy some CDs. There’s nothing about Music Unlimited that screams “Purple Cow” – something worth making a remark about – as marketer Seth Godin might say. It’s a brown cow in a field of brown cows. No one cares.
Cows are boring. Music services that follow the record label rule book are boring.
Imagine a music service that broke all the rules. No, not LimeWire. A site that threw the rule book out the window and did things so cool that no one could shut up about it. Every single publication gawked at it – like an iPod – and every tech-company wished they had thought of it. Spotify is as close to this as the music industry has gotten; it’s a remarkable service. However, if it gave up their vision and followed the record label rule book, it would be boring. No one would care.
Spotify would be boring. If the musicor industry doesn’t let music startups break the rules and create conversations, the second digital decade is going to be bleak. iTunes isn’t forever. It may never supplement the money made off CDs.
But once iTunes and single song downloads die off and lose interest, if all record labels have left to fall back on is a handful of startups they backed, the cliff will look prettier than the sunset. Reinventing the music industry will get you sued.
Be boring or go home. There’s no room for awesome here.3

“What other failed services have shown is that if you play to the record labels’ rule book you get nowhere. These startups need to make their own rules, and not let the labels lead the conversation.”
– Mark Mulligan  (Read on.)

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1. Screwing artists. There. I beat you to it. Get over it. In this case, what I’m actually referring to is streaming music. Tubeify is is close second.
2. Qriocity. I know it’s powered by Qriocity, not called Qriocity.
Go to the site. Fans don’t know the difference. #brandingfail
3. Unless you’re Aweditorium, but they didn’t need label approval.
This is probably why they don’t suck. It’s a new theory I have.

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>Study: Women losing “womanly” skills like cooking, cleaning

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via Guyism by Chris Spags on 1/31/11

A study in Australia shows that more and more Generation Y (born in the mid-70s to early 2000s) women are struggling with basic traditionally female chores such as cooking, cleaning, and sewing. Oh, feminism.

According to the study commissioned by the Courier-Mail, only 51 percent of women under 30 can cook a roast compared to 82 percent of baby boomers.
Baking a cake also showed a steep drop with only 20 percent of the women under 30 polled saying they know how compared to 45 percent for older generations.
On the plus side, the women under 30 are proving more adept at traditionally male activities; ovr 70 percent of women under 30 polled say they often take out the trash, 77 percent mow the lawn, and 70 percent say they manage their car being washed [ED. NOTE: Hopefully in bikinis to raise money for their cheerleader friends].
I’m not entirely sure what to take away from this survey. Will being able to make cake and sew make me more likely to find a foxy professional woman to fill that void in their skill-set? Or should I stop taking out the trash in the hopes that a strapping young woman will come over and save me from my own excessive waste, like a more romantic version of “2 Girls 1 Cup”? Every time I think I have all the answers, female empowerment changes all the questions.
Generation Y women losing ‘female’ skills such as cooking, ironing and sewing [News.com.au]

>Prison Economics: How Fish and Coffee Become Cash

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via Wired Top Stories by Wired on 1/31/11

With no money allowed behind bars, goods like coffee and pouches of mackerel from the prison commissary give inmates buying power.

>WEED DEALINGS – STORIES FROM THE FRONTLINES

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via VBS.TV by VBS.tv Blog on 1/28/11

What’s an activist worth? Not much as I’ve come to see it. Most activists who I’ve met think that protesting, reading Adbusters, and espousing anti-corporate rhetoric is an occupation. That’s why I’m hesitant to call the people I met at the Emerald Cup activists. They’re not activists, they overflow the term activist. They don’t just stand in opposition. They strategize, analyze, anticipate, organize, and educate. They’re not just out there waving signs every time something disagreeable happens. No, the folks who I met have been on this struggle since the early 70s, pushing for what they think is right.
What I have is two stories, from two states. Each is drastically different from the other, and the people caught up in them are having very different experiences. When I went to the Emerald Cup I was basically sitting in on a grand reunion of the folks who’ve been pushing for fair use of cannabis since the beginning of the movement. They had converged from places all over the country, so it was interesting to be privy to the differences in everyone’s experiences with their local government. And as you might expect, tales run the gamut from some of the most cooperative government agencies in Northern California, to the militaristic enforcement of the War on Drugs in East Coast states. It’s a wave, and the wave is doing all kinds of stuff besides moving in a straight line.
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>Bryan Lewis Saunders’ 15+ years of drug-induced self-portraits

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via Boing Boing by Andrea James on 1/31/11

Images: Bryan Lewis Saunders self-portraits on crystal meth (left) and huffed gasoline (right).
Cord Jefferson at Good posted a cool piece on artist Bryan Lewis Saunders. Since 1995, Bryan has created about 8,000 self-portraits, one each day, some of them while under the influence of various chemicals. He believes this has caused brain damage, so he says he now does that series while under medical supervision. Bryan does a lot of other work that mixes creativity with self-experimentation, so check out his site! (Thanks, Calpernia!)
Slideshow: This Is Your Artistic Brain on DrugsBryan Lewis Saunders: Self-Portraits

>Carol Mosley Braun Tells Candidate “You’ve Been Strung Out On Crack For Years”

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via News One by Casey Gane-McCalla on 1/31/11

CHICAGO-During a debate with Patricia Van-Pelt Watkins, Chicago Mayoral candidate Carol Mosley told fellow candidate, Patricia Van-Pelt Watkins that the reason she wasn’t aware of Braun”s recent activity is because “You’ve been strung out on crack for years.” at a debate at a Chicago church.
While Wakins has admitted to using drugs, she has denied ever doing crack.

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>OPEN MIC: MY FIRST ANAL BLEACHING

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via STREET BONERS and TV CARNAGE by SBTVC on 12/17/10

READER SUBMITTED CONTENT In today’s society there are all sorts of new ways to modify your body and transform into the babe of your dreams. That is why I decided to try anal bleaching.

In today’s society there are all sorts of new ways to modify your body and transform into the babe of your dreams. That is why I decided to try anal bleaching.
Anal bleaching first spiked my curiosity when I saw an episode of Dr. 90210 where a porn star was getting it. It looked like a simple procedure, one that didn’t really require any pain and only would result in a beautiful anus. A few years went by and I started noticing in pornography, every woman had their ass bleached. I mean, in the amateur ones, those girls would look almost dirtier, with their pigmented halo ruining our money shot. Those type of girls could only book the low-budget pornos, filmed in a dirty motel in somewhere out in Nevada with a guy wearing just a ponytail and cheap white sneakers. They couldn’t even book Silicone Valley, all because they had been branded.
One day, bored after class and feeling suddenly inspired, I googled “anal bleaching NYC.” (Don’t act like you haven’t done it, and if you haven’t, then realize everybody’s doing it.) It was hard to find anywhere that did it, except for what appeared to be advertised as a male-orientated spa, Face to Face, which kept coming up on my search list. It said it was $100 for one session and six sessions were required for the full effect. I picked up the phone and made an appointment. I was going to cross over to the brighter side of life.
Finding the spa was hard, and by hard I mean it didn’t remotely look like a spa, considering it was in a run-down apartment building. It didn’t seem like a spa would be in that building, but sure enough after a long elevator ride to the fifth floor, when I reached the suite, it appeared normal. A female at the front desk checked me in and handed me a clipboard.
Then I noticed an all male staff walking around and wondered “Wait a minute, is a guy going to be bleaching my asshole?” I mean, it was weird for me, as a girl, to get something like that done by a man. I thought it was going to be a 40-year-old Russian esthetician named Olga who was very quiet, moved quickly, but had a comforting quality about her.
When I handed in the clip board I was informed “Salvatore will see you now.” Suddenly an attractive man with a shaved head and yoga pants approached me, and asked me to follow him into a room.
“Please remove everything on bottom and I’ll be back in two,” he said, and I swear he held up two fingers which looked like they wanted to penetrate every male ass that walked in there.
I started getting nervous and said, “Um, is this like only for guys?”
“It’s fine, believe me I’ve had a lot of female customers before,” he reassured me and closed the door.
I removed my pants and laid on the table, draping the towel on me as he had instructed. Ahh, it was kind of relaxing in there. The lights were dim, I was exhausted from my long day of school and the music was drifting me to sleep, something comparable to Sade combined with a rainforest sound.
Suddenly Salvatore burst into the room, turned the lights to the brightest wattage of any bulb I’ve ever seen and announced, “Now is not time to be shy. Get on all fours and remove the towel.”
I felt like I was abducted by aliens and was about to be probed and inspected, under a fluorescent light bulb in a cheap spa set up somewhere in Chelsea, belonging to a bunch of Filipino torture porn enthusiasts. He began to examine my ass and let me know I didn’t need any waxing. Well, duh. Then he absorbed a cotton ball with some obscure liquid from a bottle, who knows what the hell was concocted into there, and began to wipe it over my ass about a hundred times. Then he walked away and asked how I felt.
“Well, Savlatore, I feel like there are a thousand little Persians from the movie 300 throwing darts at each other and starting a burning war of fire on my ass” would have been the honest truth, but I went with, “Um fine.”
Then he absorbed another cotton ball and repeated to wipe me, like the little baby I had become, so helpless and defenseless.
“Does it burn?” he asked, almost excitedly, knowing what this does to someone’s ass, knowing I wanted to scream and cry out “Stop, stop! I’ve had enough!” It had become a sick game, I felt like I was in Hostel 3 or Saw… umm… 8?
“How… much…more?” I was fighting out the words, tapping my foot on the mat to distract myself from the pain of what felt like a lime penetrating a paper cut. I felt like I was in a graphic novel and the villain was defeating me at the clock tower and I was out of strength to crawl away.
“Once more,” he assured me.
I took a breath, it was over soon, he wiped once more.
“Now, lie down and wait for one minute, then you can get dressed. And go out and buy the softest toilet paper you can find.”
I laid down, and he dimmed the lights. All I could member at that moment was that the fucking bitch receptionist said on the phone it wasn’t going to hurt. Softest toilet paper I could find? Which brand is that? Do toilet papers list thread counts? When I got dressed, my ass felt kind of weird, but it didn’t hurt when I wiped as he had warned.
Do I see a difference? I guess. Will I do five more sessions? Will someone pay for me to do five more sessions while appreciating my efforts and possibly the results? Will I ever see Salvatore again? Will I remain a Nevada girl or can I shape-shift into the Los Angeles girl I was meant to be? Will I become achromatic?
-CHELSEA SKIDMORE
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>Why Porn Stars Hate Facebook [Social Networks]

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via Gawker by Adrian Chen on 1/29/11

Porn stars love Twitter: They chat with fans, tweet Amazon wish lists so their fans can buy them presents, tweet NSFW pictures of partying with Charlie Sheen. But porn stars do not like Facebook, because Facebook doesn’t like them. More »

[Mixtape] Killa Kyleon x DJ Rapid Ric – Candy Paint & Texas Plates

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via Xclusives Zone by Mr.X on 1/31/11

BECAUSE I HAD TO PUSH NATURAL BORN KILLA 2 BACK I DECIDED TO DROP OFF A LIL APPETIZER FOR EVERYONE WITH MY FAM DJ RAPID RIC. THE TAPE CONSIST OF SOME NEW FREESTYLES, SOME NEW ORIGINALS, SOME TRACKS YOU ALREADY KNOW, AND FEATURES FROM MY FAM CHAMILLIONAIRE, J-DAWG, Z-RO AND H-TOWN LEGEND ESG.

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