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dj kali @ burning monday 2009.04.06

clair obcsur :: pilgrim's progress
maska genetik :: haut
scorn :: silver rain fell
coil :: princess margaret's man in the d'jamalfna
unidad sasao :: aba kak odin
opus finis :: malacoda
die form :: in a tea room
nocturnal emissions :: don't believe it's over
martial canterel :: foreign birthplace
the klinik :: moving hands
skinny puppy :: assimilate
the human league :: empire state human
devo :: freedom of choice
siouxsie & the banshees :: nicotine stain
holger hiller :: jonny
chrome :: in a dream
joy division :: dead souls
killing joke :: war dance
cocteau twins :: blood bitch
cranes :: starblood
death in june :: holy water
the cure :: a hundred years
splintered :: nail fetish
dive :: dead or alive
young gods :: si tu gardes
laibach :: die liebe
subliminal :: so young with me
swans :: time is money, bastard
klangstabil :: anti-communication
novy svet :: en possession de te

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long suffering

i've been meaning to write this post for a while, but, every time i get started, something happens that makes me rethink portions of it, to add or subtract or consider a different way of looking at things. the post was originally going to be my take on a #metoo statement, but i ended up making that post on my personal facebook page. [it's not that i don't love you all, but there are a few things i'm not comfortable putting in the entirely public sphere.] but beyond joining the #metoo juggernaut, i wanted to write something about the wave of sexual assault revelations that continues to swell over the north american media landscape that wasn't about me. then i realised that that was a little more complicated than just writing "so, lotta sex rapes happenin' these days, ain't there?" or whatever it was that i was going to say.

so i tried writing something about just a part of it: the media coverage or the entertainment industry or the politicians or …

jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

making faces :: getting cheeky

blush might just be the last thing that a beauty lover comes to appreciate, seeing as it can be a matter of slight degrees that separates one product from another, and it's most difficult to tell from just swatching a product how it's going to look. and it did take me a long time to appreciate that, despite loving my refined pallor and believing that my natural rosy flush was more than enough of a blush for me, blush is my friend. it softens, sculpts, perfects and, although you might not see it at first blush [yuk yuk yuk], it is something that subtly harmonises with the other colours in a look to make it "complete". yes, it's the most tricky thing to pull off when you're wearing something that doesn't mesh with your own undertones. but it's also the thing that can take a face from gloomy to glowing with a swish of the magic wand known as a makeup brush.

highlighters are an even trickier lot, since many of the more brilliant ones have a tendency to e…