Archives for the month of: November, 2009

Awww. Sniff. Sniff. This is the last 1680×1050 desktop calendar wallpaper of the year. This month was inspired by artist du jour Ed Hardy, and those cringe-inducing black velvet clocks you see sold on street corners, usually placed alongside cheap brass framed paintings of Tupac Shakur and dingy zebra-print area rugs. Have some class and download all three or just one. Do whatever you like, just make sure to stick around for 2010’s set. Deal?

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The Bond girl with killer pipes, Shirley Bassey.

Flawless live performance full of a haunting call-and-response technique, from a master vocalist.

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This is the brainchild of designer/owner Stefan Boubill and architectural firm Lacina Heitler. What once was a musty-dusty abandoned YMCA building, Boubill and company remodeled into a 5-bedroom minimalist inspired living space. It’s hard to imagine this architectural gem used to look like the photo below.

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I know. The headline. Right?

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So this is how culturally advanced Memphis is: I woke up this morning to a vandalized car, someone scribbled “Ken” on my passenger-side window in chalk, and the icing on the cake, in front of our house, the words “black power” and “A-Town” written in chalk on the side walk. Totally don’t know what “A-Town” meant, not trying to figure it out; but, “black power”? I didn’t notice this sign anywhere else on our heretofore lovely, racially-progressive street. Nothing boils my blood faster than intolerance, racism, and one of the most offensive holidays of them all, All Hallows’ Eve. I’m upset. We mind our business; we try to live a quiet life.  Maybe I’m too upset. I mean, whoever did this is a coward who was obviously in prankster mode and was probably drunk (maybe not). I’m not even sure if this falls under the umbrella of racism. I know other people have more harrowing experiences to tell.

I should just be chill about this. I’m not surprised, after all this is Memphis. So in honor of this stupidity: Ken, I’ve got an idea for next Halloween, why not scribble a noose in front of my door, with yellow chalk. Or a burning cross. That should get the point across. Gosh, I can’t get enough of this great city! Long live Our Blessed Lady Memphis.

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How quickly hate, ignorance spreads. This is what awaited me when I returned from the meeting. All of our neigbhors have been passing by this sign and looking at our house. Maybe they think we wrote this.