Showing posts with label she says. Show all posts
Showing posts with label she says. Show all posts

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Postcard Memoir

She Says (she still exists, despite the 12/5/09 post - she's become enamored of facebook) sent me an email about how this teacher at the NOW Academy in LA, in a poor part of Koreatown, wanted postcards representing various parts of the world.

Rather than send her class actual postcards from Minnesota, I sent them Larry Sutin's book, A Postcard Memoir. Larry was my professor at Hamline when I was doing my Master's in writing and scribbling a thesis on dystopias. He's done books on Aleister Crowley and Philip K. Dick as well. But this book is beautiful, and contains pictures of postcards from his collection (he also collects pens from drug companies - a hobby my mother has been helping me to facilitate for him for years) from all over the world, with a bent toward Minnesota: pictures of old hotels (like the Leamington), Annandale, Lake Pepin, et al. If you want a postcard of Minnesota, Larry's pictures are unique.

However. It's a memoir. So some of the writing accompanying the postcards is a bit racy for 2nd and 3rd graders. I'm not so sure they care to know that Larry's mother was gang raped in the French wilderness when she was a Jewish resistance fighter in WWII (his parents are the subject of another book - also very good. Or that they need to know he first masturbated to Cyd Charisse. Twice. I'm glad I didn't know that when we saw each other several times a week. Singing in the Rain is perhaps one of my favorite things in the world. I hate to think of someone wanking to it. And there are a few postcards featuring the odd Greek/Roman statue with the highlighted phallus.

My hope is that the teacher will be sharp enough to simply pick out the postcards that are interesting and present them without presenting any of the text (at least any of the inappropriate text). After all, my teachers in elementary (one in particular) were kind enough to deal with me when I said "vagina" several times in several minutes without raising a serious ruckus. So I suspect they're experts at sifting and dealing with inappropriate material, yet might appreciate that the inappropriate bits are appropriate for them during non-school reading time.

Good luck with all that, Mrs. Sakai. I hope you show them the Annandale Card. That's probably very close to the field where I almost got hypothermia during a Scouting event!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Mr. Pink

She Says asked me to donate to her cause, The Walk for Hope (that's her donation page), "a national breast cancer walk that supports breast cancer research, treatment and education at City of Hope, a National Cancer Institute-designated Comprehensive Cancer Center. The event is family oriented and a great way to get involved in the fight against this terrible disease," which she's walking tomorrow.

I know I'm horrible for making fun of anything breast cancer related, but hopefully my donation and giving space to breast cancer on the blog gives me a little leeway. I have to state that I find She Say's Mr. Pink donation graphic to be a bit risque'. Particularly after we donated. It appears I'm stimulating the cause. And I worry those tic marks represent inches.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

She Says Links to Animal Porn

She Says has a link up that I don't think my friends should miss that the Slate wrote about animal masturbation. She's right. Don't skip the video.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Scooter Needs

She Says gave me a meme to complete on Facebook. I thought about it, and decided I'd better do both my nickname and my real name. So here we go. Just Google your first name with the word "needs"--e.g. "Scooter needs," and list the first ten (non-redundant) results. This is a bit confusing, because I'm not sure if you're supposed to list only the ones with Scooter Needs in the very first part of the title, or if you're supposed to interpret a bit and pull out the chunk that says basically "Scooter needs xyz". I'm going with the later interpretation as it makes more sense. So here it goes...

Version 1, Scooter Needs:
  1. Scooter Needs a Plane Ticket to California
  2. Scooter Needs - Portland [ed. conveniently close to California]
  3. (Blind) Scooter Needs Your Love
  4. Scooter Needs an Amputation - PLEASE HELP
  5. Scooter Needs More Power
  6. Scooter Needs Your Help
  7. Scooter Needs Parts
  8. Scooter Needs Power Boost
  9. Scooter Needs Attention
  10. Scooter Needs BDRM/STE in Caring Home
Version 2, Scott Needs:
  1. Scott Needs Nude Models [ed. duh]
  2. Scott Needs This
  3. Trials and Tribulations: Scott Needs
  4. The Fat Triplets >> Scott Needs
  5. Scott Needs a New Liver
  6. Scott Needs a Real Serious Butt Chewing
  7. Scott Needs More Sleep
  8. Scott Needs Help...Drinking Vino
  9. Scott Needs a Ride at the Insider
  10. Scott Needs - London

Monday, January 12, 2009

She Says' Choice Gets Cooler in Retrospect

When we were in D.C. over the summer, She Says and her husband (to be, at the time) took us to Ben's Chili Bowl for dinner to have some cheese fries. So "What does the president-elect order on his first Saturday afternoon since moving into town? A chili dog and cheese fries. (Huff Post)" That story obviously loses a little bit of it's luster as Obama wasn't there at the same time we were, but I'm not sure I've ever eaten anywhere else where a president ate, so it's sort of exciting. However, I do have this vague memory of eating with the Boy Scouts at what I swear was an automat frequented by congresspeople near the Capitol in D.C. back in 1981 (is that a dream? or was there some sort of automat-like cafeteria in the area back then? Perhaps not a real automat, but where they put your food in automat-like receptacles?) which would presumably have hosted a president or two if it was real.