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Virtual orgy @Hef's pad
9 November 2009 7:07 PM, PST
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@Melissataylor @annasophiaB It's funny how many people you catch picking their nose when in traffic!
@ShannonTwins Paranormal Activity was fuckin scary!!! We were covering our eyes through the whole movie!!
@hughhefner @crystalharris & I have started watching "Vampire Diaries" while we await the return of "True Blood."
@crystalharris Please retweet and help me raise money and awareness for breast
@crystalharris Bid on a model of Miss December's breasts!! http://tr.im/E2rW @hughhefner Rt: @crystalharris Buy my boobies!!! They are up for auction for charity! http://tr.im/DtVL
@annasophiaB @crystalharris, @ShannonTwins and @melissataylor15 all looked so gorgeous on last night's episode of the Girls Next Door :)
@crystalharrisI miss @hughhefner & our son... http://yfrog.com/j8qg5j
@ShannonTwins Rt Hughefner @crystalharris the @ShannonTwins & I are shooting the final scenes of the sixth season of Gnd today.
@crystalharris http://znl.me/HCC3X Hanging out with the NYPD!!!!! I love new york
@Crystalharris Nyfd, »
- Roger Ebert
The agony of the body artist
9 November 2009 2:31 PM, PST
In 1975 an artist named Chris Burden announced that he would lay down on the floor beneath a large sheet of plate glass on the floor of the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago. He did not say what he would do then. I covered that story for the paper, not because it was assigned, but because the concept held an eerie fascination for me. It still does. I have no idea what he was trying to prove. But, surely, he was proving something?
I recently had occasion to read The Hunger Artist, by Franz Kafka. It involves a sideshow performer who goes without food for long, long periods of time. This becomes a futile exercise, because while he's starving there's nothing much to see, and most people assume he isn't really starving; a man need only be thin to lock himself in a cage and say he is fasting. Who »
- Roger Ebert
The man who didn't sleep
8 November 2009 8:53 PM, PST
I met a man who didn't sleep. This was in the summer of 1988. I was in Toulouse, France, to visit a friend I'd made some years earlier in London, Dominique Hoff. Her sister, Marie-Christine, told me: "There is a man you must meet. He's the smartest man I know. He was my professor in dental school. He invents dental tools, and he can fix anything with his hands. He and his wife have converted a big old barn in the country into a home and workshop and a place for his collection." His collection? I said. The sisters laughed. "You'll see."
Les toits de Toulouse à partir de la fenêtre d'Hervé
Paul Delprat and his wife Danielle Moog did indeed occupy a vast old barn somewhere in the countryside. They called it Cambolevet. They were a jolly middle-aged couple, waiting for us in the farmyard. A dog came to investigate. »
- Roger Ebert
The autumn leaves of red and gold
8 November 2009 6:40 PM, PST
One day not long ago in the country I gathered a small pile of dried leaves and started a little fire. Then I closed my eyes and remembered. The aroma was a trigger as intense as the taste of Proust's madeleine, the little cake from childhood that summoned his remembrance of time past. It evoked nostalgia but it also evoked curious excitement and desire.
For me it is not spring but autumn that is the season of new beginnings. Spring, in school, is a time of taking final exams and saying goodbye to friends. Autumn is the start of a new year, and for me at least it always held the promise of new romance. I was now a freshman, or a sophomore, or whatever, and had left behind childhood things, and perhaps Marty would be at the Tiger's Den on Friday night and we could slow-dance to "Dream" by the Everly Brothers. »
- Roger Ebert
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