PepsiCo’s top executives have gathered to talk strategy. PepsiCo is seeking dominance in the international markets currently enjoyed by the Coca-Cola Company, but…
Name: bell hooks
Why she rocks: She writes books on the interconnectivity of gender, race, class and how they have the ability to perpetuate systems of oppression and domination. She has published over thirty books and countless scholarly and mainstream articles, appeared in several documentaries, and speaks globally.
Quote: I began writing a book on love because I felt that the United States is moving away from love.
Because of this woman
Let Us Slay (Sunday, February 20, 2011)
Liana was in town last weekend, and we finally fulfilled a mutual lifelong dream: to see GWAR live. We both have very fond childhood memories of this wonderful moment from the movie Empire Records, which planted the initial seeds of our desire for GWAR-fueled glory.
From the moment we arrived, we knew it was going to be a special evening. We had wondered how many serious fans would be there vs. somewhat-ironic spectators like ourselves, but when we saw the other constituents of the line outside, it was clear this was an event for GWAR die-hards. Creepy middle-aged dudes were hitting on us, drunk guys in button-downs and ties were denied entry, everyone was wearing black. We got inside just before they took to the stage (we weren’t too sad to miss the opening bands, Mobile Death Camp and Mensrea). Now, we knew the center of the floor would be a giant moshpit, and we also had heard tell of how much fake blood and alien semen the band likes to squirt on their audience. Eyeing the plethora of large dudes in the venue, we opted to hang off towards the side, where we wouldn’t get kicked in the face or showered in colored liquids.
The show was part of GWAR’s Bloody Pit of Horror Tour, to support their latest record of the same name. They came out onstage, dressed in their trademark insane outfits (which we were surprised to learn involved fishnets and thongs) and got right into it. I must say, they sort of scared the shit out of me
London Underground vs. St. Petersburg Metro
i support the shit out of this tumblr
One of my biggest ambitions is to curate (I use the term loosely) a film series on the theme of eggs.
Only 3 raw eggs? Will have to wait until Rocky 2 for the chicken-chasing scene, though
A work in progress and open to further suggestions. The current list includes:
Victor Ambrus, o ilustrador húngaro que é o preferido de Ben Templesmith (30 Dias de Noite, Fell). Note a beleza da composição, as cores bonitas e, claro, a bandeira húngara denunciando a origem do artista.
Primeiro presente de natal aos meus poucos seguidores.
Another brain based commission; this one was for an article in The Guardian about the importance of forgetting things. it was quite a fun little job to do, and I am quite pleased with the colour palette, too.