wanted dead or alive: one ballsy hippie witch

The fact that this happened at all is extraordinarily amusing.

The fact that it happened in Olympia is SHEER FUCKING POETRY.

Woman in Witch Costume Robs Washington Bank

OLYMPIA, Wash. – A woman dressed as a witch robbed a bank and vanished in the smoke of an exploding security dye pack, then apparently reappeared in street clothes and held up another bank, police said.

The Halloween holdups were less than an hour apart at bank branches in Olympia and neighboring Lacey, authorities said.

The first robbery was reported when a woman wearing a shiny purple witch hat, cloak and long blond wig handed the teller a note indicating she had a weapon and demanding cash, Lacey police Lt. Phil Comstock said.

As the woman ran from the bank, the dye pack exploded and she dropped the money and her hat, authorities said.

Olympia police later received a silent alarm from a bank branch where witnesses said a woman handed the teller a note and escaped with an undisclosed amount of money.

Investigators were comparing images from surveillance cameras, but from witness descriptions “it looks like the same lady,” Detective Samuel Costello said.

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know your target market, motherfuckers

You know, sometimes I really fucking loathe the very culture at whose paps even I, myself, hungrily suck.

I’m certainly not saying that we deserved 9-11 — but I am saying that sometimes I can almost understand the sheer rage and disgust that made it possible.

Specifically, I am talking about the ruthless and shameless commodification of perhaps the last bastion of purity and innocence in our culture: our children.

The centre…it cannot hold, my friends.

In Hot Pursuit Of Yoga Mama
She’s Busy and Choosy. But Reach Her, and You Tap Into Her Network of Friends, Too

By Christopher Palmeri, BusinessWeek

(Oct. 31) – Two-year-old Casandra King’s bedroom is stocked with products that are very different from those her mother, Julia, had when she was that age. Instead of Johnson & Johnson Baby Oil and Vaseline, the Edison, N.J., toddler gets slathered daily with petroleum-free lotions from California Baby. Her mom pays three times the price of the mass brands. And Casandra’s dresser is filled with organic cotton shirts and pajamas from niche marketers such as Hanna Andersson and Mama’s Earth, which can cost 50% more than clothes from Sears, where Julia’s mother shopped for four kids 35 years ago.

Julia King, 38, is part of an emerging class of women whom marketers call Yoga Mamas. These middle- and upper-income mothers are more style- and brand-conscious than their parents. No matter their income, they spend like lottery winners on their babies and toddlers. In the process, they’re revolutionizing the baby-products market and forcing manufacturers and retailers of all sizes to adjust.

From the start, they are focused on active, fashionable, and fit pregnancies, and then on the fitness and well-being of their offspring. They tend to be more educated and have more disposable income to spend on fewer children than past generations. As a result, the $27 billion infant and preschool products business is growing more than 4% per year, faster than the overall toy, apparel, and furniture industries. “This group is influencing other moms who have money and plenty of moms who don’t,” says Timothy Dowd, a senior analyst at market research firm Packaged Facts. “Yoga Mama is pumping up sales across the board.”

Marketers say the evidence is in the brisk sales of premium-priced products: Burt’s Bees Buttermilk lotion is $8.99 and a top seller at drugstore.com; $11.50 buys a 2 oz. jar of popular California Baby Calendula Cream at Whole Foods Market; Italian leather toddler shoes are $129 at Nordstrom; Bugaboo strollers Yoga moms love for ergonomic design and brand cachet are $700 and up. And the appeal is well beyond Rodeo Drive and Manhattan’s Upper East Side, where baby-bling-buying includes Gund brand diamond and emerald jewelry for newborns.

Pickle Bottoms and Bugaboos

Although yoga mamas may draw titters for sneaking kelp into their toddlers’ meatballs, marketers aren’t laughing at their spending and influence. Many women are starting families later in life, when they have financial footing and established tastes. And there is a greater tendency among new parents to think their toddlers need the best of everything to succeed in life. “These mothers aren’t buying baby products so much as extending their lifestyle to their babies,” says Linda Murray, editor of http://www.babycenter.com.

That’s why many new baby products are designed more with mom in mind than baby. Kids still gravitate to Winnie the Pooh, but the trendiest diaper bags are made by manufacturers such as Petunia Pickle Bottom and Fleurville and cost $150 and up, eight times the cost of a Pooh bag at Target. The designer bags, in patterns such as houndstooth and red Asian brocade, have appeared conspicuously in ABC’s Desperate Housewives and The Oprah Winfrey Show. And pricey strollers are justified in part because their rugged and lightweight design helps Mom burn calories via power walking, aka “strollercizing.”

Bigger spending is fed by an attitudinal change toward motherhood. Superfit mothers-to-be flaunt their bulging bellies in cropped tops and low-rise jeans. “Soccer moms are passé,” says author Katherine Stewart, whose recently published first novel, The Yoga Mamas, follows a group of fashion-obsessed mothers through spas and baby boutiques. “They are no longer content to be lunchbox-packers, and want to make motherhood a personal statement.”

Like any fashion-focused industry, the new-baby business requires near-constant reinvention. Fast-growing Tiny Love, an Israeli maker of preschool playthings, launches new versions of its Gymini play mats, which feature dangling toys suspended mobile-like above the infant, flashing lights, and Mozart tunes, almost every 12 months. The latest Gymini Total Playground retails for $70, a 75% jump from the 1993 original. Oded Ben-Ezer, CEO of Tiny Love importer Maya Group Inc., expected higher-end versions to be just 20% of sales. But to his surprise, each pricier Gymini displaces the lower-priced ones. “Mothers are saying, ‘I want the best for my baby.’ This is a competitive world,” he says.

Established industry players are scrambling to adapt. Research by Atlanta-based Carter’s Inc., long the leader in baby clothes sold at department stores, showed moms want a more exclusive and convenient boutique shopping experience. So Carter’s has been rolling out stores in shopping centers next to retailers like Barnes & Noble and Bed Bath & Beyond, where Yoga Mamas hang out. Carter’s plans to have 250 such stores open within a few years, up from 30 now.

Even businesses that attract a much broader base of consumers are looking to Yoga Mamas as a source of growth. Booming natural foods retailer Whole Foods Markets is trying to enlarge its take of the family budget by appealing to mothers with more organic baby foods and even children’s clothing made from pesticide-free hemp. Stores have held healthy eating seminars for mothers called Whole Baby. And some have added a baby registry. “A lot of women become interested in healthier living when they get pregnant,” says company spokeswoman Kate Lowery.

Word of Megaphone

Yoga moms’ impact goes beyond consumerism. Joe Trippi, campaign manager for Howard Dean’s unsuccessful 2004 Presidential bid, says Yoga Mamas are in many ways a more desirable target for politicians than NASCAR Dads or Soccer Moms because they are so heavily networked — socially and technologically. When a campaign gets one as an advocate, says Trippi, it’s really getting a message to dozens more. “The Yoga mom is the center of the megaphone today.”

But Yoga Mamas are not easy to reach through traditional media. Whether working outside the home or not, shuttling their little ones from doctors’ appointments to play dates gives them little leisure time. Web sites such as Babycenter.com and parent magazines like Brain, Child have climbing site traffic and circulation. But shopping, e-mail, and chatting online are often done late in the evening.

A survey of 1,800 mothers done by babycenter.com on BusinessWeek’s behalf found that 40% considered other moms among their best sources of consumer information, well ahead of family and the media. Recognizing that time is of the essence to these shoppers, e-tailer babystyle.com offers a tightly edited product menu of just four or five items per category.

Still, there’s a fine line between hyper-conscientious shopping and outright materialism. The babycenter.com survey showed 54% of those with household income between $50,000 and $200,000 said they have been splurging on high-end baby clothing and gear even when bargain brands are also available. Too much of that could backfire on their kids. David Bredehoft, chairman of the department of social and behavioral sciences at Concordia University in St. Paul, Minn., has studied adults overindulged as children. Those showered with toys, gear, and clothes later developed low self-esteem that manifested itself in overeating.

“There’s a treadmill of dissatisfaction that acquisition doesn’t solve,” says Juliet B. Schor, a Boston College sociology professor and author of Born to Buy: The Commercialized Child and the New Consumer Culture. Consider the Yoga mom who shells out $129 for a pair of shoes for her toddler. A really sound child would have more fun with the box they came in.

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i like to keep it real spooky

Happy Halloween to all my homies on this, the night when the veil between this world and the next is at its very thinnest — and apparently getting stretched damn near to its transparent, diaphanous limits.

Let your not-so-little light shine, baby.

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“and i eat men like air…”

Happy Birthday, Miss Sylvia.

You kept me alive.

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somebody’s been peering in my windows

Leo Horoscope for week of October 27, 2005

Leo (July 23-August 22)

The old days and old ways are still subtly influencing every move you make, both for better and for worse. I urge you, therefore, to revisit the life you left behind and try to recall the language you used to speak back then. Find out if there’s unfinished business that’s preventing you from claiming the freedom you need in order to pursue a future dream.

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no, she di-in’t

I have been railing about this for years to anyone who would listen.

You see, I have in my possession, stashed away somewhere in a box in storage, a videotape from the mid-eighties of a very young and VERY CLEARLY pregnant Janet Jackson at some music awards ceremony. She is wearing a long, blue, chiffony maternity gown and appears onstage with her then-husband, James DeBarge. I always fucking wondered what happened to that baby, as no mention of it was ever subsequently made in the press or in any bios of Ms. Jackson.

And now, I know. Her name is Renee and she is reported to be 18 (though my guess is that she is a bit older…perhaps 20 or 21) and that after her parents’ marriage was forcibly anulled by her grandfather, Joe Jackson, she was sent to be raised by her Aunt Rebbie, her mother’s oldest sister.

And now her mother publicly denies that she even exists. Looking back, I can totally understand that Janet was hardly at a place in her life where she could have adequately raised a child. She was still very young, and still very much under her formidable father’s thumb — and had yet to arrive at the point of self-realization and creative liberation that allowed her to write and release her breakthrough — and aptly titled album — “Control”. But for fuck’s sake, at this point in her life her many loyal fans have grown and matured along with her and have perhaps gotten a little bit of real life, and its many complications, tucked away under their own belts. The truth has come out — just as it always inevitably does. Does she not think they would understand?

It’s time to come clean, Miss Janet.

You are somebody’s mama.

Janet Jackson Denies Having ‘Secret Child’

NEW YORK (Oct. 26) – Janet Jackson says she is not a mother. In a terse statement released Wednesday, the 39-year-old singer denied a former brother-in-law’s claim that she has a “secret” 18-year-old daughter.

“I do not have a child and all allegations saying so are false,” Jackson said in a statement released to the syndicated “Access Hollywood” TV show.

On Friday, Young DeBarge, the brother of Jackson’s ex-husband, James DeBarge, said Jackson and his brother had a child named Renee who was living with Rebbie Jackson, Janet’s oldest sister.

“James and the Jackson family kept everything real close, real tight,” Young DeBarge said on a New York radio station.

A call to Jackson’s publicist by The Associated Press Wednesday wasn’t immediately returned, nor was a message left with Young DeBarge’s manager. A manager for James DeBarge said the singer would not comment.

Jackson and James DeBarge, a singer in the former R&B family group DeBarge, were married for three months in 1984, when Jackson was just 18.

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baggied the fuck out

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Jackalfest 2005.

The body count continues…

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TEN FIRSTS

First Best Friend: Christianne Berry. Her mother, Alice, was our French teacher; Alice was a French/Egyptian woman who wore curly-toed genie shoes and HUGE bejeweled rings. She fucking rocked…and so did her daughter. She was the first important Libra in my life — consequently, there have been many. Librans and Geminis verily surround and inspire me at all times.

First Screen Name: SPlath

First Pet: A pound dog named Queenie. She died when I was three. Upon being told of her death, I went outside in the freezing cold, stood on the back porch, and intently watched the sky so that I might witness her ascension to heaven. This is also one of my earliest memories.

First Piercing: My ears when I was two. My mother did them with ice and a needle and thread in the kitchen of our row house in Rochester, New York. Very Sicilian.

First Crush: Davy Jones from The Monkees.

First Record: Aside from every goddamned Disney musical record available on the market, The Beach Boys “Pet Sounds.”

First Car: Neon yellow and black Pontiac Ventura. It was my sweet Honeybee of Freedom. I have no idea what year it was.

First Love: Marc Bradley. I was 15. He looked exactly like Ethan Hawke. The first time I saw Dead Poet’s Society, I got lightheaded from sheer nostalgic lovesickness. Another Libra.

First stuffed animal: An old school Raggedy Anne — the sunshine of my very existence.

NINE LASTS

Last Alcoholic Beverage: Can’t remember. Booze just ain’t my bag, baby. I’m all about the clarity.

Last Car ride: Monday morning…driving back from annual, wild, crimes-against-humanity Halloween Bachannalia/Jackalfest in L.A.

Last Movie Saw: “Capote” last week with my intellectual yenta mother-in-law. It was fucking brilliant.

Last Phone Call: Talked to my true love, Gregory.

Last CD Played: Blitzen Trapper.

Last Bubble bath: A few months ago…before the surgery. I’m about due. And since I live for yummy, smelly stuff, I need to try this Lush product that everybody is always raving about. Turn me on, kids! Show me the way!

Last time you cried: I cry very nearly everyday. There is too much beauty and profundity in my life for me not to.

EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS

Have you ever dated one of your best friends: No…though a few of my honeys eventually BECAME best friends of mine.

Have you ever been arrested? No comment (you’ll just have to read the fucking book, now won’t you?)

Have you ever skinny dipped: No.

Have you ever been on TV: Too many times to remember.

Have you ever kissed someone, and then regretted it? No.

Have you ever had a sex dream about someone? Gosh, yes.

Have you ever had sex? You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me with this.

SEVEN THINGS YOU ARE WEARING

1. Sage green and floral cotton nightgown
2. White cotton chonies
3. Wedding/engagement rings
4. Soft navy blue slippers
5. Johnson’s Baby Lotion
6. Tangerine essential oil

SIX THINGS YOU’VE DONE TODAY

1. Drank yummy coffee
2. Fed the babies
3. Cleaned up the kitchen
4. Read some of a film study about the making of “A Hard Day’s Night” and a magnificent history book, “The Crusades” by Zoe Oldenbourg
5. Worked
6. Helped babies with homework

FIVE FAVORITE THINGS IN NO ORDER

1. My cute babies
2. Gregory
3. My best friends, The Jackals
4. Good books, good films, good food, good conversation
5. Left-handed men

FOUR PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ALMOST ANYTHING TO

1. Gregory
2. Jackie
3. Jennifer
4. Peter

THREE CHOICES

1. Black or White: Black
2. Hot or Cold: Cold
3. Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla

TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE

1. Sniff the fragrant heads of my future grandbabies. I frequently speak aloud to them…even now. Oh, and in a FULL-ON Scottish accent.
2. Live in England.

ONE THING YOU REGRET

At the last minute, changing my second daughter’s name to “Hannah.” Her name was supposed to be Lucy. She IS Lucy, for chrissake. I fucking call her Lucy, anyway. Oh, and not getting my gottdamned titties done YEARS ago.

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40th jubilee celebration!

I would like to wish a magical and happy 40th birthday to my fabulous friend, — one of the most loving, intelligent dames I know.

Happy Birthday, Miss Angie. I love you much.

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yummy gift

Many grateful and affectionate thanks to our very own for her gift to myself and my family of dinner last night. Because of her thoughtfulness and generosity, not only did I not have to cook whilst recuperating, I did not have to make kiddle lunches for the first day of school today, either. Hooray for leftover pizza! And, goddamn…it was GOOD. Best I’ve ever tasted — and I am a New York Sicilian…so trust me, that’s saying something.

Thank you again for thinking of us, sweet .

Oh, and just in case you were unaware: your betrothed is fucking GORGEOUS. Jesus, I love me some lanky, young hipster boys. And hey, now that I think about it, I may even have answered the door in my white, cotton granny panties and my pajama top. Christ, I seriously got no shame.

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