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“When in doubt, wear red.”
~Bill Blass
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In the 1980s, Domino’s Pizza created and ran its famous Noid campaign.
The Noid was a creature who carried a gun that made your pizza cold. It was remarkably successful series of ads. Just like “I’ve fallen and can’t get up” or “Where’s the beef?”, its catchphrase, “Avoid the Noid”, became part of the American parlance.
This was all fine and dandy for Domino Pizza.
Not so much for Kenneth Lamar Noid.
Kenneth was a mentally unbalanced chap who believed the ads were a personal assault on him, cooked up by Tom Monaghan, the head of Domnio’s Pizza.
Kenneth did what any reasonable crazy person would do: He stormed into an Atlanta Domonio’s Pizza with a .357 Magnum.
He took the employees hostage for five hours, demanded $100,000, a copy of a trashy novel, a getaway car and a pizza. He only got the pizza.
This week —INSERT YOUR ASTROLOGICAL SIGN HERE– I want you to be like Kenneth Noid. Take back what’s yours. Even if you fall short of your goals, you might still get a free pizza and the psychological help you need.
“I may have been fierce, but never low or underhand.”
-Ty Cobb
These are my undigested internests for February 19th through March 8th:
- Mercenaries Circling Haiti | CommonDreams.org – On March 9 and 10, there will be a Haiti conference in Miami for private military and security companies to showcase their services to governments and non-governmental organizations (NGOs) working in the earthquake devastated country.
- Make it Faust | Avenue – As a poet, radio show host, novelist and activist, Malcolm Azania has made this city his studio, and become a well-known icon. But what drives the so-called sinister minister Faust?
- BBC News – Nicolas Sarkozy admits Rwanda genocide ‘mistakes’ – I don’t think these were mistakes- Murder and lies is more like it. “Rwanda accuses France of training and arming the Hutu extremists who killed some 800,000 ethnic Tutsis and moderate Hutus – a charge denied by Paris.”
- Cheney: “I Was A Big Supporter Of Waterboarding” – The Daily Dish | By Andrew Sullivan – Cheney confesses on television to a war crime. Who cares?
“Your credit’s fine, Mr. Torrance.”
–LLoyd the Bartender
On Thursday March 4th 2010, I married Shalome Hill.
I’ll always remember this date. After all, it was the same day that Roy Halladay made his first spring training start in a Phillies uniform, pitching two hitless innings against the hated New York Yankees. It was an important day.
Especially for new contracts.
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Just to explain how this flipbook works — Using the cursor and a left click, you flip the pages like a book. Or you can use the little arrows at the bottom of a the screen. You can also zoom in on any photo by double clicking. Enjoy.
“Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he’s well dressed. There ain’t much credit in that.”
~Charles Dickens
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Mar
Buy Design: More Pics
By Ryan Oakley | Filed in bespoke, clothing, dandy, fashion, fashion/grooming
I thought about blogging about the Buy Design campaign and the photoshoot but I can’t remember much about the shoot and I don’t really understand the charity. It supplies poor people with new clothes? Some sort of sweaters for hobos initiative?
Frankly, I’m not sure I approve of that.
If paupers have new clothes, how am I supposed to tell who’s poorer than me? If they start giving Johnny Foodstamp nice new shoes, then everyone is just going to quit their jobs, run off and become poor.
Charity is an incentive for failure.
Anyway, this is a picture heavy post (all pictures are by Anna Lisa Sang) so I’m going to put it behind the jump.
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“I believe in the Church of Baseball. I’ve tried all the major religions, and most of the minor ones. I’ve worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I heard that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn’t work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there’s no guilt in baseball, and it’s never boring… which makes it like sex. There’s never been a ballplayer slept with me who didn’t have the best year of his career. Making love is like hitting a baseball: you just gotta relax and concentrate. Besides, I’d never sleep with a player hitting under .250… not unless he had a lot of RBIs and was a great glove man up the middle. You see, there’s a certain amount of life wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I’ve got a ballplayer alone, I’ll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman to him, and the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. ‘Course, a guy’ll listen to anything if he thinks it’s foreplay. I make them feel confident, and they make me feel safe, and pretty. ‘Course, what I give them lasts a lifetime; what they give me lasts 142 games. Sometimes it seems like a bad trade. But bad trades are part of baseball – now who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God’s sake? It’s a long season and you gotta trust. I’ve tried ‘em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.”
-Annie Savoy
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Last fall or late last summer, I was asked to be in a 1930s themed photo-shoot for Buy Design. (A charity that provides new clothing and basic need stuff to social service agencies.)
Because it took place on the Island and I hadn’t been to the Island in years, I went to the thing. It also gave me an excuse to wear my bespoke pink suit. Not like I need an excuse but sometimes it’s nice to say you have one.
The photshoot thing was okay. It’s not really my cup of tea. Cameras have always made me uncomfortable. When someone takes a picture of me, I usually try to ignore what’s happening and go to my happy place. I feel the same about parties. I sometimes attend because I feel like I should but it’s not what I find fun.
Don’t know if I’ll go this party or not. I can’t even remember if I’m invited.
As far the shoot went, there was a boat ride and lot of sitting around. I spotted a couple of cardinals and followed them around for a little while. Someone put some make-up on me and some gel in my hair. There were cookies. I’ll do a better post on all this when I get some more pics.
Anyway, the website is up and running. (There’s pics of me there.) And I think this ad campaign is gonna be all over the place in Toronto. Maybe it already is. I have no idea what’s going on and I actually forgot all about it. But if you’ve seen me on a subway or something, let me know. I’d like to know what trains to avoid.
Although Ryan Oakley began his career as a simple rake (drunk) he has since become Toronto’s most renowned flaneur (no car) and notorious dandy (overdresses). A misanthropic composer of psycho-geographical fictions (bad science fiction), he is also a server of food, a tender of bar and a washer of dishes. While performing all these functions with efficiency and elegance (disdain and malice), he somehow finds the time to publicly criticize friends, strangers and cultural crap. He's a bit of a dick.
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