From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V8 #392 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Wednesday, October 20 1999 Volume 08 : Number 392 Today's Subjects: ----------------- liking Mars Attacks ["Andrew D. Simchik" ] Austin Fegs: Where's the Cactus Cafe? ["Gene Hopstetter, Jr." ] all coffee (scariest dream ever) [dmw ] Re: all coffee [Tom Clark ] Shakin' not stirred [Griffith Davies ] Re: all coffee (scariest dream ever) [Christopher Gross ] New Plush record? ["Gene Hopstetter, Jr." ] Go west, young woman [Natalie Jacobs ] Re: all coffee [Terrence M Marks ] Re: Go west, young woman [lj lindhurst ] Re: all coffee [Aaron Mandel ] Robyn in Guitar World Acoustic [mrrunion@palmnet.net] Re: Austin Fegs: Where's the Cactus Cafe? ["Capitalism Blows" ] Re: all coffee [Mark_Gloster@3com.com] There I go again... [Joel Mullins ] Re: all coffee [Christopher Gross ] Re: There I go again... [John Barrington Jones ] Re: Go west, young woman [Eb ] Re: There I go again... [Joel Mullins ] Re: There I go again... [MARKEEFE@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 03:27:17 -0700 (PDT) From: "Andrew D. Simchik" Subject: liking Mars Attacks > From: "JH3" [Mars Attacks-based dreams] > naughty one, that's for sure... (Apparently I'm the only > one in the > entire world who liked that movie.) Nope. Drew ===== Andrew D. Simchik, schnopia@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 10:35:33 -0500 From: "Gene Hopstetter, Jr." Subject: Austin Fegs: Where's the Cactus Cafe? I'm planning on being at the Cactus Cafe this Saturday in Austin to see Robyn, but I have no idea where that place is. Perhaps someone can enlighten me? Aren't there two shows that night, also? Can't buy tickets in advance? Hmm. Who's meeting up, and where? Aw heck, guess I'll just show up in Austin and see what happens. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 12:04:37 -0400 (EDT) From: dmw Subject: all coffee On Wed, 20 Oct 1999, Stewart C. Russell wrote: > Russ Reynolds wrote: > > > > >p.s. They installed new coffee makers here at Apple and the coffee has > > >improved exponentially. Consequently I've been completely wired for four > > > > I want brand names and model numbers. Our stuff is Shit. > > Any coffee you don't make yourself is going to be terrible. > > I've developed a defence against cow-orkers stealing coffee; evolve a > higher caffeine tolerance. We have a continuous supply of boiling water after fighting always-the-last-cup karma (what is *up* with that?? there must be people who only drink the first three mugs' worth -- bastards!) for years, i installed a small braun coffeemaker in my office. it makes two mugs worth. i spend about $8 every three weeks to buy a pound of coffee that *i* like. you can not imagine the amount of stress this has removed from my life. it's on par with when i stopped driving, and removed more stress than when i stopped reading the comics in the paper. - -- d. n.p. sound of wondering whether to play one of the discs that looks good first, or if it's nobler to start by dismissing the ones that look like crap. - - oh no, you've just read mail from doug = dmw@radix.net - get yr pathos - - www.pathetic-caverns.com -- books, flicks, tunes, etc. = reviews - - www.fecklessbeast.com -- angst, guilt, fear, betrayal! = guitar pop ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 12:23:14 -0400 (EDT) From: dmw Subject: all coffee (scariest dream ever) yeah, so i was gonna tell y'all about the **scariest dream i ever had** in which anti-drug paranoia ran to its logical extreme, and *every* non-prescription compound that affected yr mental state was outlawed -- yes, caffeine was classified as a "dangerous controlled substance." the dream came with a whole new jargon -- you had to slip into a "brew-easy" on the way to work. illicit coffee drinkers were said to be "on the bean." phone conversations with your suppliers to set up a buy generally referred to *other* beans, "red beans and rice," "pork and beans," that sort of thing, referring to different brews, to throw off the phone-tappers at the DEA. i woke up in a cold sweat. - -- d. n.p. atomsmasher _up and atom_ (on first blush, not nearly as generic as it looked...i was expecting paint by numbers hardcore...) - - oh no, you've just read mail from doug = dmw@radix.net - get yr pathos - - www.pathetic-caverns.com -- books, flicks, tunes, etc. = reviews - - www.fecklessbeast.com -- angst, guilt, fear, betrayal! = guitar pop ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 09:29:02 -0700 From: Tom Clark Subject: Re: all coffee On 10/20/99 9:04 AM, dmw wrote: >On Wed, 20 Oct 1999, Stewart C. Russell wrote: > >> Russ Reynolds wrote: >> > >> > >p.s. They installed new coffee makers here at Apple and the coffee has >> > >improved exponentially. Consequently I've been completely wired for four >> > >> > I want brand names and model numbers. Our stuff is Shit. >> >> Any coffee you don't make yourself is going to be terrible. >> >> I've developed a defence against cow-orkers stealing coffee; evolve a >> higher caffeine tolerance. We have a continuous supply of boiling water > > >after fighting always-the-last-cup karma (what is *up* with that?? there >must be people who only drink the first three mugs' worth -- bastards!) >for years, i installed a small braun coffeemaker in my office. it makes >two mugs worth. i spend about $8 every three weeks to buy a pound of >coffee that *i* like. Since we're on the subject; and since I brought it up, I may as well explain. See, we used to have those industrial "brew a pot and then it sits on a hot burner all day until it has the viscosity and taste of motor oil" types. But now the coffee gets brewed into this insulated carafe that gets set upon a stand for dispensing. So, it pretty much retains it's warmth and taste for hours. Oh, and the new brand of coffee is actually good! The downside to all this is that I can no longer hold a thought for more than 20 seconds, which makes programming a royal bitch! need a refill, - -tc ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 10:04:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Griffith Davies Subject: Shakin' not stirred Just a few things: I made it through the earthquake. Thankfully that thing was centered near Barstow (quite a god forsaken place). Ticketmaster Online finally had the Troubadour show for sale online - I purchased my tickets (my last hurrah before I turn 30). KCRW is trying to get Robyn to swing by while he is in LA near the end of November. that's all.... griffith __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 13:08:22 -0400 (EDT) From: Christopher Gross Subject: Re: all coffee (scariest dream ever) On Wed, 20 Oct 1999, dmw wrote: > yeah, so i was gonna tell y'all about the **scariest dream i ever had** in > which anti-drug paranoia ran to its logical extreme, and *every* > non-prescription compound that affected yr mental state was outlawed -- > yes, caffeine was classified as a "dangerous controlled substance." > the dream came with a whole new jargon -- you had to slip into a > "brew-easy" on the way to work. illicit coffee drinkers were said to be > "on the bean." phone conversations with your suppliers to set up a buy > generally referred to *other* beans, "red beans and rice," "pork and > beans," that sort of thing, referring to different brews, to throw off the > phone-tappers at the DEA. This reminds me of a short story idea I had years ago, before I became a coffee addict myself. (I was still a caffeine addict back then, I just relied on tea, soda, and the occasional NoDoz or Vivarin.) I pictured an alternate universe where cocaine was legal and had the same role that coffee occupies in our world, while coffee was reduced to the position that tea and Pepsi occupy in our world. It was entirely normal for people to get up in the morning and feel dead until they had their first snort. Cocaine addiction was so common as to be unremarkable. The few non-snorters in the workplace always bitched that their employers provided free cocaine, but you had to go out and buy coffee for yourself. Restaurants would offer free-cocaine-with-breakfast sprecials, and the waitress would bring you another line without you even having to ask. TV was full of commercials for Snorter's Choice and Cali House. And so on. Of course, since I wasn't drinking coffee back then, I never had the energy to finish the story. - --Chris ______________________________________________________________________ Christopher Gross On the Internet, nobody knows I'm a dog. chrisg@gwu.edu ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 10:18:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Griffith Davies Subject: one more thing.... I nearly forgot... I finally saw "American Beauty" over the weekend. A rather amazing piece of filmmaking. My wife found the nudity to be unecessary (which I guess is true for most movies). But the odd part is the age of Thora Birch. According to the IMDB, she was born 11 March 1982 - doesn't that make her 17? The fast food restaurant that Kevin Spacey gets a job at is actually a Carl's Jr/Green Burrito (the best of both worlds - hamburgers and pseudo-mexican food all available in the same place) located on Vanowen near the corner of Winnetka in lovely Winnetka. The last time I ate lunch at that place, a car parked outside burst into flames. I take that to be a bad sign. griffith __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 13:02:16 -0500 From: "Gene Hopstetter, Jr." Subject: New Plush record? I just discovered that www.cdnow.com is taking advance orders for a new, self-titled Plush album on the Absulute label (never heard of it). Does anybody know what the esteemed Mr. Liam Hayes is up to? NP: Eyes of the Blue (some pretty good psyche .mp3's I downloaded this weekend) ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 14:04:27 -0400 (EDT) From: Natalie Jacobs Subject: Go west, young woman You want travelogue? I got travelogue. On its way into the Portland airport, my plane passed a very tall pointy object of white and brown coloration. I had heard rumors of such objects before but had never seen one before at such close range. They certainly do not exist anywhere within 2,000 miles of Michigan. I learned later that these objects are called MOUNTAINS, and the one I saw from the plane is called MT. HOOD. Viv and Jeme met me at the airport and drove me back to their place in Viv's recalcitrant car, Brenda. On the way, we kept passing signs for places mentioned in Ursula Le Guin books, stories, and essays, which got me all excited. I remembered that "The Lathe of Heaven" is set in Portland, and tried to imagine the tall buildings melting as we drove by. I also learned that "Willamette" (as in the river) is pronounced with a stress on the second syllable. These perverse Northwesterners! I thought. Viv and Jeme have a large and attractive apartment with wood floors and large Robyn posters on the walls. I recuperated there for a while, then we went and had very good sushi. I was thrilled to discover that Quasi and Elliott Smith were playing that night - Quasi are playing in Detroit, too, but they're playing the same night as Robyn - so we went off to the Satyricon only to find a line that went around the block. We decided to pass (and judging by Carole's description, it's a good thing we did). The next day, we had to get ready for Viv and Jeme's pumpkin-carving party, but first I wanted to visit Michael Keefe's store. Viv and I decided to fake him out, since he didn't know what I look like. I strolled into the store alone, picked up a copy of "Jewels for Sophia," and asked Michael if it was any good. "It's great!" he said. "I heard it wasn't so good," I said. "Who told you that?" "Oh... someone told me." "Well, you should beat them up." After I had gone on to mock Tori Amos, Viv came in and I went with her to the counter. As she said hi to Michael, I laid a Thoth on the cash register. His eyes widened and he said with dawning comprehension, "Oh... so you're..." It was pretty funny. I offered to beat myself up for my opinion of JfS. Viv wanted to buy me a CD for my birthday, so after an immense amount of dithering, I selected "Holiday" by the Magnetic Fields. We spent the rest of the day preparing for the party - making quail, bunny, and monkey-shaped sandwiches, and baking a pumpkin-shaped carrot cake with orange frosting. A plethora of Fegs came to the party: Michael Wolfe, Carole Reichstein, Michael Keefe and his wife Liz, and John B. Jones, who was joined by his wife and sleepy daughter later on. Also present were some friends of Jeme whose names I didn't catch, and a guy named Sum who seems to be the chief Portland scenester and runs the PDX-Pop list. I found out that Jeme had forwarded my "Indie-Pop Pirates" story to PDX-Pop and they all thought it was hilarious, which shows that either they have better senses of humor than I suspected, or that my satire wasn't as biting as it could have been. Everyone carved pumpkins. Michael Wolfe made an excellent Yoda, and Jeme's abstract Jim Woodring-esque Cyclops was stylish, but I liked Carole's goofily smiling personage the best. Mine just looked angry and freaked-out. The next day, we went thrift-shopping. Portland has the best thrift shops in the goddamn universe. I bought a cool fitted tweed coat and a kid's guitar that sounds like a ukelele and is so small I can barely play it. (Viv claims it'll be my ticket to fame.) After that, we went to dinner at a place called Montage, which serves Cajun food that is tasty but filled with too many extraneous vegetables. (Carrots are healthy, but don't really belong in etouffee.) But their main claim to fame is that they package up their leftovers in big, elaborate tinfoil sculptures! I was very impressed by some of the work I saw - especially a human figure standing on a hill: I absolutely can't figure out how they did it. I'm going to need to brush up on my skills if I want to work there. Then it was off to the Minders/Elf Power show, which was really the high point of my visit. I don't want to describe the show itself because I'm going to write a seperate review for my website, but suffice it to say that both the Minders and Elf Power rocked (though the Minders rocked more). I gave Thoths to the Minders, three Elves, and Elliott Smith, who was there because he's dating the Minders' bassist. After the show, I talked to Rebecca Cole from the Minders and Bryan Helium from Elf Power for a while. (This actually marks the first time I've had an extended conversation with musicians I admire without making an ass of myself.) I found out that Minders frontman Martyn Leaper is a big XTC fan ("I can tell," I said), and that Bryan Helium doesn't think much of "Jewels for Sophia" - he only likes a few songs and thinks Robyn is repeating himself (I agreed). Bryan also very kindly offered to make me a copy of "Give It to the Thoth Boys," which I will probably take him up on when the tour is over. On Sunday, it was off to "the armpit of the Northwest," as Jeme calls it, to visit Eddie. The terrain between Portland and Seattle looks a lot like the northern parts of Michigan, except for those vertical pointy mountain things. On the way there, we saw a van which had completely flipped over and was lying precariously balanced on its windshield. Nobody was hurt, by the looks of it. We listened to a sampler tape I had made, and "Only the Stones Remain" started playing just as we rounded a corner and saw Seattle glittering in the light of the setting sun. It was a perfect musical moment. We went up in the Space Needle - which, we determined after much calculation, does not point at the sky, but rather at Jeme's ass - and then went on to Eddie's restaurant. Eddie is a surprisingly mild-mannered person who insists on calling me by my full name at all times (as in "So how do you like Portland, Natalie Jane Jacobs?"). Like Clean Steve, he gave us lots to eat. The food was very good. Jeme opened his birthday presents, and then we had to go because it was getting late. On Monday, it was time for more consumerism, with the aid of the intrepid Carole. But before that, we visited the 24-Hour Church of Elvis, which I can't really describe. (Maybe Viv can take a shot at it.) We went to Powells (biggest bookstore in the world - official!) and I bought a lot of books. Then we went to a huge musty Goodwill store where I purchased an iridescent dress and a pair of pants with vegetables on them. Finally, we went to a resale store called the Buffalo Exchange which is probably the best store of its type I've ever been to. Viv bought some beautiful red boots (the angels want to wear them) and I got a pair of Fluevog shoes for $45 - a fraction of what they cost new. Carole was our guide to all these places, and to her we must pay homage. To stave off the misery of my departure from Portland, Viv and I spent Monday night watching Elvis Costello videos. It eased the pain a little. But it didn't stop me from whining and kvetching all the way to the airport the next day. As the plane rose above the city, I saw more of those pointy things, a lovely vista: the grey, truncated cone of Mt. St. Helens, white Mt. Adams in the distance, another mountain I didn't know the name of, and Mt. Hood right nearby. I'll miss those vertical doohickeys. So: what did I learn? Portland is a beautiful city and I would very much like to move there (if I can figure out what to do with my poor cat). The Space Needle really is a nice guy. Everyone - I mean EVERYONE - needs to see Viv's "Viva Sea-Tac" dance (performed with the wide-eyed enthusiasm of a peppy kindergarten teacher). E6 band members are both friendly and talented. Tinfoil in the right shape will make Elliott Smith smile. And what else? Oh yeah. Fegs are the nicest people around. Thanks so much to Viv and Jeme for letting me sleep on their futon and deposit black curly hairs in their drains. Thanks to all the other Portland Fegs (and Eddie) for helping to make my stay a happy one. Hopefully I will see you all again relatively soon. n. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 14:22:08 -0400 (EDT) From: Terrence M Marks Subject: Re: all coffee On Wed, 20 Oct 1999, dmw wrote: > it's on par with when i stopped driving, and removed more stress than when > i stopped reading the comics in the paper. What's so stressful about comics? Terrence Marks Unlike Minerva (a comic strip) http://www.unlikeminerva.com normal@grove.ufl.edu ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 14:41:18 -0400 From: lj lindhurst Subject: Re: Go west, young woman Nat, what a great travelogue! My thoughts: *I always figured that the Space Needle pointed to Jeme's ass. But of course. *So Viv now has red boots, just like Laurie Anderson!! *Mmm. Carrots. All this makes me wonder: Is anyone out there archiving all the different fegs' travelogues/accounts of meeting each other/ drunken parties/ concert reviews/ etc. ? It also might encourage more people to write reviews and travelogues, which are certainly some of the highlights of FegHistory. This might be a nice addition to the Glass Hotel...no? (see how I lazily want someone ELSE to do it, not ME???) oh anyway...more coffee... l * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * LJ Lindhurst White Rabbit Graphic Design http://www.w-rabbit.com NYC ljl@w-rabbit.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Well I'd love to stay and chat, but crack don't smoke itself." --Smokey, from "the PJ's" ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 14:53:51 -0400 (EDT) From: Aaron Mandel Subject: Re: all coffee On Wed, 20 Oct 1999, Terrence M Marks wrote: > What's so stressful about comics? - - Mallard Fillmore - - Zits - - most of the single-panel wide-format gag strips (Ick, I Need Help, etc.) - - Doonesbury (these days) - - Cathy if you care about comics, it's hard not to get stressed out. (though of course opinions differ about who the culprits are.) so much suckage, so little space. unfortunately, there's enough of interest to make it worth reading the page instead of spending the last two minutes of breakfast writing your novel. a ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 14:17 +0000 From: mrrunion@palmnet.net Subject: Robyn in Guitar World Acoustic Hey all. Robyn shows up in the new Fall 1999 (No. 33) Guitar World Acoustic magazine. Nice full page picture/writeup with Robyn wearing reddish Lennon specs and strumming a guitar. Plain greenish-black t-shirt, for those of you into that sort of thing. Actually a really good "mature" picture of him I think. Here's the text: ***** Picture Perfect From the enraged late-seventies punk psychedelia of the Soft Boys to his solo career with and without his backing band, the Egyptians, robyn Hitchcock's two-decade-plus career has assured him V.I.P. seating in the alternative rock pantheon. On the rare occasions that his artistry has been called into question, it has been for his penchant for surreal, sometimes silly, songs. And while Jewels For Sophia (Warner Bros.), Hitchcock's new album, does make some forays into the absurd (the dairy products-obsessed "The Cheese Alarm" comes to mind), it is actually built on a very real, very grim foundation. "I wrote all of Jewels For Sophia for a woman who I didn't know," Hitchcock explains. "Sophia was a rather beautiful woman, a relative of one of my friends. I saw a picture of her once and was very struck by it. You see, Sophia lived in Holland and was taken away to a death camp, to Auschwitz, by the Germans during the Second World War. She never came back." "I didn't want to write a trite memorial to her, so instead I made an entire record that attempted to somehow capture and express the depth of my sentiment for this person. It's difficult to say anything meaningful these days, what with a million bits of information whizzing about us all the time." Hitchcock, who recorded the tragic, if oblique, Jewels in a variety of studios with an ever-changing cast of producers and backing musicians, certainly rocks harder here than on Moss Elixir, his predominantly acoustic 1996 release. But while he enjoys peppering his acoustic tracks with jarring stabs of electric guitar, this indie-rock icon knows on which side his bread is buttered. "I'm a much better acoustic player," says Hitchcock, who coaxes his spidery riffs and angular chords from a British-made Fylde six-string. "that's simply because I play so much more of it. I write all my songs on my acoustic, and I'll sit in my living room for hours every day, playing it and staring out the window." ***** Hmmm...makes JfS sound like a certain Elephant 6 record to me... Back to it, Mike ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 12:31:45 PDT From: "Capitalism Blows" Subject: Re: Austin Fegs: Where's the Cactus Cafe? i'll maybe have my pink thoth sign with me. n.p. SHUT UP, LITTLE MAN! ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 13:15:49 -0800 From: Eb Subject: Brown, acrid liquid Not counting several servings of the more exotic variety (espresso, capuccino, etc.), the total amount of coffee I've drank in my life wouldn't even add up to a full cup. Eb (blecch) np: 98 Degrees/This Christmas ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 13:18:28 -0700 From: Mark_Gloster@3com.com Subject: Re: all coffee Terry and co. bruhaha'd: >> it's on par with when i stopped driving, and removed more stress than when >> i stopped reading the comics in the paper. >What's so stressful about comics? Yea, I just can't get up in the morning until I check out what angels 'n' shit Jeffy is hallucinating about, or what Mr. Dithers is going to say when Dagwood falls asleep with a giant sandwich up one nostril, or what sage advice I'll get from Frank 'n' Ernest, or those insanely witty put-downs that those zany and madcap Lockhorns are going to say because they decided to stay married despite wanting to kill each other. Breathead and Trudeau have pretty much lost it. BC and Peanuts haven't been funny since the mid-sixties. Calvin is gone. Red Meat is really hard to find. When I read it, it makes me laugh so hard my eyeballs bleed. Unlike Ezra of the Wasps or Better than Minerva's Cousin Shemp sometimes has a form of subtlety that goes beyond what I can always wrap my corneas around in a comic strip. I do check in on it from time to time, tho. It is always nice to look at. Happies, - -Markg ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 15:14:44 -0700 From: Joel Mullins Subject: There I go again... Griffith Davies wrote: > I finally saw "American Beauty" over the weekend. A > rather amazing piece of filmmaking. My wife found the > nudity to be unecessary Sorry, but I can't pass up the opportunity to live up to my online persona, if for no other reason the to give you guys a chance to laugh at me and call me a pervert. Anyway, nudity just makes great movies even better. But then again, I don't find nudity offensive. Joel ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 16:41:12 -0400 (EDT) From: Christopher Gross Subject: Re: all coffee On Wed, 20 Oct 1999 Mark_Gloster@3com.com wrote: > Red Meat is really > hard to find. When I read it, it makes me laugh so hard my eyeballs > bleed. You can get your Red Meat on The Onion's AV section. (www.theonion.com, of course.) Not that I want your eyeballs to bleed.... - --Chris, who loves Mutts and has a sneaking fondness for Sherman's Lagoon ______________________________________________________________________ Christopher Gross On the Internet, nobody knows I'm a dog. chrisg@gwu.edu ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 13:36:54 -0700 (PDT) From: John Barrington Jones Subject: Re: There I go again... It might be just me, but it appears that as time goes on, there is less and less nudity in films. Remember those wacky 80's?? you couldn't pop your head in a theater for 2 sec without seeing some female removing her shirt! This strikes me as odd. The right wingers are always talking about how entertainment gets more and more evil and corrupt as we head toward the new millenium, but this is one aspect of movies that hasn't. I'm curious to know why. Are starlets mapping out their cinematic futures more carefully? As we become more and more hedonistic and carnal, it seems nudity should matter less. Yet it seems to matter more. =jbj= host of the new TV series "Stacks: Pushing & Popping (Too Graphic For Primetime)" On Wed, 20 Oct 1999, Joel Mullins wrote: > Griffith Davies wrote: > > > I finally saw "American Beauty" over the weekend. A > > rather amazing piece of filmmaking. My wife found the > > nudity to be unecessary > > Sorry, but I can't pass up the opportunity to live up to my online > persona, if for no other reason the to give you guys a chance to laugh > at me and call me a pervert. Anyway, nudity just makes great movies > even better. But then again, I don't find nudity offensive. > > Joel > ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 13:40:12 -0800 From: Eb Subject: Re: Go west, young woman >Elliott Smith, who >was there because he's dating the Minders' bassist. Dang, the good ones are always taken. Eb ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 15:38:21 -0700 From: Joel Mullins Subject: Re: There I go again... John Barrington Jones wrote: > This strikes me as odd. The right wingers are always talking about how > entertainment gets more and more evil and corrupt as we head toward the > new millenium, but this is one aspect of movies that hasn't. Maybe the right wingers made a fuss about the nudity in the late 80's and got filmmakers to exchange nudity for something more wholesome and profitable, like hardcore violence. Also, kids probably aren't as interested in nudity as they are in violence (this is just a guess). > Are starlets mapping out their cinematic futures more carefully? This is probably part of it too. Many of these bankable young actresses refuse to get naked on screen, which leaves getting naked to former child stars who only make direct-to--video "unrated version" soft-porn. But Reese Witherspoon showed her breasts in "Twilight" which surprised the hell out of me. So, maybe there's still hope. Joel ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 17:05:44 EDT From: MARKEEFE@aol.com Subject: Re: There I go again... In a message dated 10/20/99 1:40:35 PM Pacific Daylight Time, psu23447@odin.cc.pdx.edu writes: << It might be just me, but it appears that as time goes on, there is less and less nudity in films. Remember those wacky 80's?? you couldn't pop your head in a theater for 2 sec without seeing some female removing her shirt! >> This kinda *seems* true, but I also wonder if we might all be more used ot it. There's so much almost-total-nudity on prime time TV anymore (mmm . . . Sela Ward . . . ) << Are starlets mapping out their cinematic futures more carefully? >> I'm sure they are. There was so much of that "dragging out the ol' Playboy photo sessions" stuff in the late 80's and early 90's, that I'm sure todays' actresses keep a closer tab on that. << As we become more and more hedonistic and carnal, it seems nudity should matter less. Yet it seems to matter more. >> I'm not sure if I follow your argument. Shouldn't nudity matter *more* as we become more hedonistic, since it's one of the things that comes under the "naughty pleasures and indulgences" category (along with chocolate cake!)? Or did you mean that, since we're already so bloated full of the booty culled from our hedonistic leanings, that something so basic as nudity in this day and age should have all the appeal of a rice cake? "Nudity isn't enough! We wanna see orgies!! And even *bigger* slices of chocolate cake!!!" - -------Michael K. ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V8 #392 *******************************