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Urge to Kill Rising…RisingEarlier this week I came across this post which has pictures of 70s era rock stars in their parents’ homes taken from an issue of Life. I bookmarked it so I could link it here and you clowns could see it, too. Well, it seems Life also saw this post and made them take down the images. But they did, at least, replace the images with links to a site with thumbnails, where Life will gladly sell you framed prints for a mere $79.99. Act now! To tell you the truth, I had pretty much forgotten that I bookmarked that link, since it’s just one in a huge list that includes everything from an explanation of the Trapezoidal Rule to some random (fictional) letter from D.B. Cooper which I don’t remember bookmarking. And had somebody else not sent me another link to the same pictures in a fruitless attempt to show me something on the internet which I hadn’t seen, you might never have seen them. Usually blogs like that are merely annoying. The blog owner sifts through the internet and steals pictures that they post as if the photos were original content, usually with some half-assed one sentence introduction and–if you’re lucky–a link to their source. The purpose is to drive traffic to the blog, where they sell ads. And then, you know, profit. From someone else’s content. And this blog seems to follow that formula. Again, I usually only find this sort of thing annoying. Annoying in the way the “Living Water” car wash down the street from me that includes Bible verses next to the hideously malformed representations of high end vehicles, thereby hoping to make money as the Christian alternative to all those other un-Christian car washes: It’s crass and ugly but I can tolerate it. But then I made the mistake of looking around a bit and found myself becoming angrier and angrier. It was sort of inexplicable, this anger. I mean, there were reasons for it I guess, it’s just that, as I mentioned, this sort of thing doesn’t usually inspire me to be angry. But I think I’ve narrowed it down. I think the thing that set me off is that little bit in the upper right corner that says, “I’m a magazine writer in New York. Here’s my professional website.” If you go to her professional website, you will find that she is, indeed, a professional writer (specializing in the sort of chirpy fluff stories that turn my stomach). You would think that a professional writer would be a little sensitive about somebody appropriating content and then making money from it. You would be wrong. Alas, she appears to have no such qualms about her nearly-devoid-of-original-content “award-winning personal blog, which receives over 250,000 page views per month.” I could go on. And, of course, I will. For example, her boyfriend seems to write similary hard hitting stories for The New York Times (sigh), like the one about drunk mailing and the one about how to throw a budget dinner party for only $238.40. Holy shit, how much do their non-budget varieties cost? After I read these, I realized I recognized these people. I was just watching Annie Hall the other night (again) and realized that this was the couple Woody stops in the street:
Alvy Singer: Here, you look like a very happy couple, um, are you? Now, I realize that in posting this I’m just going to send more people to her site(s), but I trust that you will only go there to scorn. I figure that’s probably worth it. 13 comments to Urge to Kill Rising…Rising |
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It's not perfect but most of Life's treasure trove of photos is now available through Google. Searching it isn't the best, but some of those photos are available just by searching for "grace slick"
http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&safe=off&q=grace+slick+source:life&&sa=N&start=20&ndsp=20
I guess the car wash doesn’t use holy water, or they’d say it. THAT would be a great idea. Hell, maybe I’ll start a holy water car wash: protects your car from thieves, crashes, vandals, engine trouble, rock and roll stations, etc. And after ten washes, you get a bobble-head Jesus on the cross for you dashboard.
Justin you are going to have to counter with some creativity of your own. As good as this post is, you are really only capturing their pathetic nature like a stolen picture off the internet. Now, where’s our google ad banner?
The Google search does, indeed, turn up better versions of these images. And one thing is pretty clear: Zappa’s parents had impeccable taste. I mean, holy crap
I guess the car wash doesn’t use holy water, or they’d say it. THAT would be a great idea.
Well, maybe it’s meant as a place to wash off the Jesus dirt with some Jesus water.
you are really only capturing their pathetic nature like a stolen picture off the internet.
Well A) I actually wrote something other than “look at these images” and B) we aren’t making any money here in this corner of the internet. Because who would pay for this crap?
HIS soils? that is hilarious. I wonder if they sell His Fertilizer too.
I really don’t understand the phenomenon of linking your business with your religion. What does Jesus have to do with a car wash or with dirt? I don’t know much about religion, but didn’t Jesus drive all the money changers out of the temple? Baffling.
Watch out bringing up the temple eviction scene cause thats the same part of the jesus biography that apparently makes it excusable to go to war in his name, you know, the fightin’ Jesus.
in the end none of it really makes much sense, isnt that the basis of all religions? that they don’t make sense? if they did, wouldnt that just be more science?
Actually, I think the basis of all religions is the worship of impossible figures all in the name of controlling the masses through fear and empty promises.
Business with religion. Chik-Fil-A anyone?
Humans have a propensity toward superstitions, which I imagine is something that evolution gave us because belief was beneficial. For example, if people keep inexplicably dying when they eat pigs then you have to come up with a reason not to eat them, despite their being so tasty. So you invent a story about how God doesn’t want people to eat pork. Et voila, no more trichinosis. No doubt that other human propensity towards greed led to the codification of these superstitions into organized religion, which eventually led to more unsavory elements like manipulation and Chick-Fil-A.
Does that mean the egg came before the chicken after all?
you know this joke? about how the chicken and the egg were laying in bed, the chicken is smoking a cigarette and says to the egg, well, i guess we answered that question…
I could swear I saw that in The New Yorker.
So the chicken came on the egg then?