Inside The Actors Studio hosted by James Lipton
(Season 12, Ep. 9 - Original air date 2-12-2006)
Conspiracy of Silence (Banned Discovery Channel Documentary)
"Conspiracy of Silence" is a powerful, disturbing documentary revealing a nationwide child abuse and pedophilia ring that leads to the highest levels of government. Featuring intrepid investigator John DeCamp, a highly decorated Vietnam war veteran and 16-year Nebraska state senator, "Conspiracy of Silence" reveals how rogue elements at all levels of government have been involved in systematic child abuse and pedophilia to feed the base desires of key politicians...
NOTE: This film had to be reassembled from remaining VHS fragments after an all-out effort was made to block the films release and destroy all extant copies. Every effort has been made to restore it to the original and complete "meant to be broadcast" version.For additional information on this video, and download information: http://www.archive.org/details/ConspiracyOfSilence-SexAbuseRingOfWashingtonDc."
The Tanning of America
So, yesterday I first got wind of some new book out via a Necole Bitchie retweet on my Twitter timeline. Today, I saw another courtesy of Mary J. Blige along with a few other notable tweets mentioning some book about tanning. Black women could care less about a tanning, so what's all the rave? Obviously, this required my attention (lol). OK. All jokes aside. The anticipated book The Tanning of America, is expected to shed light on the history of hip hop and its socioeconomic influence; offering invaluable insight into the nuances of the new-age consumer and how corporations, marketers and trendsetters alike can properly engage a multicultural marketplace.
Author Steve Stoute (Founder & CEO of brand marketing firm Translation) is well-known for his marketing genius and hence, ability to translate diverse multicultural trends to corporate America. "Today's consumer is a mindset, not a race - and when businesses get it right, an have a proper understanding of tanning, success is imminent (Source: Press Release via tanningofamerica.com)."
Sound boring? Somewhat, but to be fair the public hasn't flipped nay page yet so the jury's still out. I venture to say the book seems likely to become the next marketing "bible" of sorts. And if you're not business savvy or simply not interested in marketing trends... no worries. The author assures most can appreciate his book for its cogent portrayal of the hip hop movement.
Diamond Planet
NASA discovers planet made of diamond; faceted in our Milky Way galaxy approximately 4,000 light years away from Earth in the constellation of Serpens.
Reuters reports: "The new planet is far denser than any other known so far and consists largely of carbon. Because it is so dense, scientists calculate the carbon must be crystalline, so a large part of this strange world will effectively be diamond."
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| Photo Credit: BBC News |
The Ladies Room
She blew in like a quiet storm; each step hurried but hesitant as if calculating her next. Her lanky frame seemed to droop like a weeping-willow as she shifted past. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. Instinctively I turned toward her as she studied me over like a wounded, stray cat sensing a kind stranger. Our eyes met and I got a glimpse into hell. She was sophisticated but undone as the night's spirits danced on the tip of her tongue. Baby blue eyes set evenly faceted, deep and desperate; complimenting aging fair skin and conservative bleach blond hair. A white blouse and delicate necklace fashioned her neck. Holding handbag under elbow; long, bony fingers bent over the burlap. I sensed a lost soul and prepared to show my moral compass....I too have been down that dark alley. Unabashed the lady looked at me square. Her rich fiancé cheats - a narcissistic whore fat on pride…his version of love…a dish served cold. “…told me he will continue his affair...he’s probably with her now, she lamented...but loves me first and wants to marry me…should I…we’re engaged to be married?” I blinked and like a hush all to be heard was the rush of tap water from the nearby faucet; as a lone third party hunched over the sink, coyly washing her hands trying to mimic irrelevance [in contrast] though listening intently as I began to speak. I happened to see the lady after leaving the restaurant that night. I sat at the red light watching her ghostly figure cross the busy intersection. She was heading back to her hotel.
Cliché.
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