Al Copeland, who became rich selling spicy fried chicken and notorious for his flamboyant lifestyle, died Sunday at a clinic near Munich, Germany. He was 64.
“The founder of the Popeyes Famous Fried Chicken chain had been diagnosed shortly before Thanksgiving with a malignant salivary gland tumor. His death was announced by his spokeswoman, Kit Wohl.”
***MOMENT OF SILENCE***
I couldn't find an example of Al's "flamboyant style" on google, although a picture search did turn up some rather nasty porn so er, I suggest you don't try it.
....
I NEED SOME BISCUITS NOW.
This calls for a trip to T1.
Heh.
Arlington West
(an NYT video)
My pictures from Santa Monica, Feb 18, 2007.
They line the crosses/crescents/stars up at dawn on Sunday, and take them home at dusk.
... as per this article. (although i did appreciate the more poetic voice!)
C sez I'm cynical, but not pessimistic, but that's not true is it. I can be as evil about things as the worst of them. Sometimes.
Bonus material:
Obama says he “will never forget that in no other country on earth is my story even possible,”
Is anybody else sick of all this American nowhere-else-on-earth patriotism?
ALSO...
In response to this opinion, and the others that I read about/hear Yasmine recount to me, I wonder - how can non-white white folk like Yas and I explain the total awesomeness of Stuff White People Like?
I've heard people say silly things like 'Hey I'm white but I don't like T-shirts'. Ok. I haven't read this before, but I'm sure other people realise that this site is not so much about race/skin colour than it is about a certain kind of educated elitism??? (and one that necessitates mockery)
There, I've said it. I feel like the dull factchecker whose job is to be dull and obvious.
I really hate the first article I posted about (here's the link again) because it's like ... completely off. The author says Stuff White People Like is ...
a classic blue-eyed soul (white) power move: take a colored discourse, eliminate the messy colored bits, and watch the hits roll in. Does every discussion about identity have to be about colored folks? No, of course not. Talk amongst yourselves, white folks, really. By all means. But to paraphrase Al Sharpton, (whose own groundbreaking work in the area of racial satire continues to be underappreciated) "don't piss on me and your Filipino friend and call it rain."
The first line references all those times white people have taken black people things (ok, coloured people things) and used them to get rich and fat, the most famous (if not exactly current example) is Elvis and rock n roll. Mmm. Eminem and rap? I wonder if anybody ever wrote a paper on Eminem stealing black culture.
I was going to go on about the identity/colored folks discourse before I realised that hey, this line (yes, I am going to quote myself) is worth repeating: THIS SITE IS NOT SO MUCH ABOUT RACE/SKIN COLOUR THAN IT IS ABOUT A CERTAIN KIND OF EDUCATED ELITISM.
Also, YES YOU CAN BE 'PARTIALLY WHITE' - not all of the 90-or-so things that white people like that have been posted so far need to apply to you completely for the site to be like, funny, right?
This post is dedicated to people who will admit to adoring Michel Gondry (or insert some other white people thing, you can select freely from this list) but hey, it's not cos you white, it's cos you DEEP.
He's a sweetheart when he's not being a bitch:
love the strings. vampire weekend - m79
also .... nicholas ghesquière!! makes me think of the collection of rochas dresses i saw at MOCA in LA and the 'tinglies' i got. mmmm.
p.s... have i mentioned how much i love this song and how it makes me do cartwheels in my head?
I see this:
and this lovely para:
No matter how shiny and safe a city gets, no matter how high its housing prices climb, how fast its crime rates fall and how many of its corner stores are turned into buzz-before-entering boutiques dedicated to clothing the “urban baby” or are replaced by franchised coffee shops with WiFi hot spots for laptop-toting Beat poets, there is one sort of room at the city’s very core whose design schemes rarely shift upscale and whose typical occupants — be they real or fictional — resist much gentrification of the soul, let alone beautification of the hair. The walls of such rooms are dull, their lights are harsh, and hunkered down in most of them are a jittery suspect and two clever cops, one of whom tends to act hostile and volatile, the other one solicitous and calm. Over this trio hangs a plain round clock.
Sometimes the hands move slowly, sometimes swiftly, but when they’re controlled by a serious storyteller, they always tell the same time: too late, too late. That’s the lesson of these ugly pens.
(picture and words from here)
Reminded me of Gone Baby Gone.
I just thought I would post this again because well, I felt like it. Tengah emo-emo niii ....
Coincidentally, my iTunes threw up Jeff Buckley's cover of Hallelujah for me this morning, and REALLY SIMON COWELL - if that is, indeed, one of your favourite songs of all time (you secret emo boy you), how could you compare Jason Castro's performance to it???!?!
Genius:
any-other-sensitive-singer/musician-in-the-world:
Remember: self-awareness is the key to everything.
No, Yasmine. This post is not directed exclusively at you. Hahaha.
How did Amsterdam become a code word for cool?
BTW: coolest new TV show title.
This is why the Internet is so awesome:
Read about new show
--->
Find show preview on YouTube
--->
Blog about it
--->
Eventually go to Fanpop and find all the episodes
So anyway. Read about it here, and watch the preview below:
Ok, cheesy. But the premise is interesting, no? And I'm a sucker for stuff like this.
Somebody needs to adapt The Confessions of Max Tivoli.
