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The Texas Book Festival Gala, known concurrently as “One of those times people who write for a living actually dress up for something” and “Austin’s best ‘Hey, there’s that guy that wrote that book!’ dinner,” proceeded both sans hitches and quickly (quicker than in years past, said one observer. Well played, everyone). There were speakers, there was silent auctioning, there were killer lemon squares. What’s not to like?
Austin-born, veteran CBS anchor and part-time musician Bob Schieffer (aka “The Man From TCU”) MC’ed the event broke out a few choice book tour war stories (following a stripper bit on a morning radio show, speaking to a packed house at Louisiana College only to find out attendance was mandatory) before introducing the evening’s speakers.
Richard Russo (“Empire Falls” this year’s “That Old Cape Magic”) discussed the intersection of imagination and autobiography. Russo noted that novelists can get mighty ruffled at the notion that they are writing autobiographical work; it is the reverse of a memoirist being called a liar, “it is a charge,” he said, an accusation that they are not imaginative. Yet, he argued, the two are inherently intertwined.

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… We all discussed it the next day in the car, and Kyle said he refused to get treated LIKE an idiot, BY an idiot. He said he was prepared to walk away and that’s why he knew he’d get the money. The guy had a full room and needed us, even for only one night. Kyle said he wasn’t going to let the guy screw us and didn‘t care if he ever worked that place again.
   How many others would have had the stones to do what Kyle did then? Not many. I was willing to take half the money and so was Gary. Not Kyle. I really learned a lot from both those guys, but Kyle was king when it came to off stage business. No wonder he’s now in the corporate world again. Even he couldn’t stand a steady diet of comedy club oil cans.
   I know we’re not the only ones in entertainment to get screwed over though. Musicians, actors, strippers, you name it. Anyone who is in business as an entertainer has stories that make mine look like Sunday School lessons. Still, when it’s personal it hurts a lot more.

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The GOP Senate leaders were not in the dark about the details of Jamie’s rape. They knew she had been repeatedly sodomized and that her body was so torn up that she needed reconstructive plastic surgery. They knew that KBR’s own security force held Jamie as a prisoner after the rape,  denying her food and medical treatment.
And we are aware of how at least a couple of those 30 GOP leaders regard women. Louisiana Senator David Vitter had a “stable” of female prostitutes at his beck and call when he wanted female companionship. John Ensign had his wife and at least one girlfriend around when he wanted the company of a woman. Women were at the top of mind for those two GOP leaders mostly out of convenience. But stories like the Jamie Leigh story are never convenient. We have to hear them, and the people responsible for that evil need to be held accountable in courtrooms instead of getting closed-door, corporate arbitration hearings where a victim’s chances to obtain justice are over at hello.

See the full article from “Air America”

La Familia’s carnage is far worse in Mexico, where in recent years it has begun to terrorize Michoacán and neighboring states. It announced itself in 2006 when its hitmen rolled the severed heads of five rivals onto the dance floor of a Michoacán discotheque one night. More recently, in a taped conversation transcribed in Mexican law enforcement documents obtained by TIME, a La Familia boss called Mariano promises vengeance on federal police cracking down on the group’s operations. “Anyone who messes with [us] is going to die,” Mariano is quoted as saying. “I am not going to [prison].” Indeed, last summer, La Familia launched a wave of attacks on federal police bases, using grenades and other heavy weapons, killing 15 officers. A dozen corpses were dumped on a mountain highway.
And like other cartels, La Familia has broadly corrupted Mexican officialdom. The documents seen by TIME list a long La Familia payroll of public servants, including a mayor allegedly receiving $20,000 a month from the gang and a state police commander suspected of pocketing $35,000. Informants also describe how La Familia entertains those officials with raucous parties and truck loads of prostitutes.

See the full article from “TIME”

The cartel manufactures tons of methamphetamine strictly for export to the United States, prohibiting its own soldiers from using illegal drugs or selling them in Mexico, said Michele Leonhart, acting administrator of the Drug Enforcement Administration.
Such tactics have made La Familia something of a Robin Hood-type organization within Mexico, several drug enforcement officials said Thursday.
“We are fighting an organization whose brutal violence is driven by so-called divine justice,” Leonhart said. “Accordingly, La Familia’s narco-banner declared that they don’t kill for money and they don’t kill innocent people. However, their delivery of that message was accompanied by five severed heads rolled onto a dance floor in Uruapan, Mexico.”
The indictments unsealed Thursday provide a rare look inside the highly disciplined and secretive organization, which is also involved in counterfeiting, extortion, prostitution and armed robbery.

See the full article from “Los Angeles Times”

Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Karen O is a goddess. A sexy, slinky, sometimes scary one — but a true star nonetheless. She led her group through raging fits of dance, rock and one surprisingly heartfelt ballad. The sight of her in a red hood and a neon-pink mask won’t be soon forgotten.
The Dead Weather: Jack White is either the most ambitious or the most bored man in music. He returned to ACL with another new project, this one featuring vocalist Alison Mosshart (the Kills) and guitarist Dean Fertita (Queens of the Stone Age). Blistering, bluesy rock.
Girl Talk: Pure joy marked a Sunday set from mashup artist Gregg Michael Gillis, who combines pop hits with hard-core hip-hop and rock classics. Bruce Springsteen, Pimp C, Beyoncé, Guns ‘n’ Roses, Missy Elliott and Queen all slipped into the mix.

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… Typical Rick Perry arrogance, when his failed record can’t earn him support, he’ll just buy it,” Hutchison spokeswoman Jennifer Baker said in a statement Tuesday. Hutchison aides said her campaign does not pay volunteers.
Democratic consultant Jason Stanford, who managed former U.S. Rep. Chris Bell’s unsuccessful campaign against Perry in 2006, said the Perry program is ripe for abuse.
“It’s the Anglo ACORN. A dishonest Perry supporter could create a huge scam,” Stanford said.
ACORN volunteers were accused of registering nonexistent people to vote leading up to the 2008 general elections. It recently came under fire when its employees were caught giving advice to a woman posing as a prostitute and to a man posing as her pimp about cheating on taxes and operating a brothel with underage female immigrants.“If everyone in this room signs up Perry Home Headquarters, we will win this race. It won’t even be close,” Perry told volunteers in Dallas last month.

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Here’s a question immediate to me: Women and men are one thing, but how has cinema dealt with the portrayal of those ‘in-between’ genders, or gender-bending? A little research and a lot of tequila later, and I’ve come up with a list. In chronological order, here are my top ten trannies, just for you:
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)
“It’s not easy having a good time!”
I wrote about this recently in my fetish column, but I’d like to revisit it here again. This movie certainly pushes the boundaries of transsexualism, transvestites, and Transylvanians. A cult classic — and favorite of mine — Tim Curry looks stunning (if not odd) in a corset, fishnets, and stilettos worthy of a stripper. This movie, I think, was clearly made just to be made. It’s fun, it’s funny, the music is good, and it expressed the underground zeitgeist of its time and continues to be relevant (or at least a fun exercise in popular subculture) almost 35 years later.

See the full article from “Film School Rejects (blog)”

Fantastic Fest: Day Seven – Strippers, Zombies, and British Gangsters
Day Seven was devoted to catching some of the award-winning films at the fest that I hadn’t seen yet. Extreme horror is not really my thing, so I skipped Human Centipede (First Sequence), which sounds like a goretastic smorgasbord, if you’re into that kind of thing. You can watch a trailer for it right here and make up your own mind. I may have made a mistake, since people seem to really love the biological horror it provides, but someone told me it nearly made them puke so I took a stand. Which was probably good since I had a pizza during Yesterday, and that alone nearly made me sick.
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On paper, this movie sounds like a winner. A Russian girl travels to Canada to avenge the death of her sister, who had been forced to become a stripper. The Russian girl has to pose as a stripper to find out what happened and then kill the guilty parties involved. So you’ve got revenge, murder, and a lot of nudity. What’s not to like, right?

See the full article from “Screen Rant”

Columbus and Tallahassee — everyone in the movie is named for their favorite town — meet up with two smart con-gal sisters, Wichita (Stone of Superbad and The House Bunny) and Little Rock (Abigail Breslin of Little Miss Sunshine). Soon they are all on the road together, trying to avoid zombies in their search for Twinkies and a better place to live.
“The zombies are really secondary,” Eisenberg says. “The movie is more about Zombieland, this crazy world where occasionally dead people come out and chase you. So, like, it made an environment you could do a lot of fun things with.”
Actually, Eisenberg has slightly misspoken. In most zombie movies the ghoulish creatures are dead people reanimated by various devices such as voodoo (I Walked With A Zombie) or radiation (the original Night of the Living Dead) or a plague (Dawn of the Dead).
“Our zombies aren’t dead, they’re alive,” Stone says. “It’s a disease that’s spread and made them cannibalistic.”
Dead or alive, they are pretty disgusting, from a stripper chasing customers down the block to little girls at a birthday party going after Mama, teeth gnashing.

See the full article from “Houston Chronicle”