The Visible Human

The Visible Corpse
I just watche the most fascinating documentary. I really like documentaries and cartoons. And Action movies. And Romances. And Musicals.

Wait. I'm distracted.

So. The Visible Corpse is a documentary about a Texas Death Row inmate who elected to give his body to science and it became the slides for the Visible Human, a virtual reality demo tht details every system and portion of the human body.

The docs who worked on this guy were pretty funny. Wait, that's not accurate. They weren't working on him, they were working on his frozen cadaver. First they chopped it into four 20 inch sections, then they shaved 1 mm portions and filmed each portion to create the virtual reality presentation.

Interspersed with the video of the slicing, dicing and grinding were interviews with the family of the guy who donated his body. They told about his crime, his childhood, how they felt when they learned what had happened to his corpse...they even interviewed the Death Row Chaplain who administered his last rites and helped him arrange to have his body donated. It was informative.

This morning I watched a documentary on Prison Medicine. I'll reserve comment on that because what I want to say involves euthanasia. I'll just leave it at: The Spartans weren't too far off in how they dealt with babies. But I'm no expert and I'm intolerant about some things, such as child molestation and sexual assault.

Today I'm determined to take it easy. I've been rip-roaring and moving around entirely too much lately. SO, I'm on bed rest, otherwise I'll screw myself six ways to sunday.

A friend gave me a hilarious photo of Michael Vick being chased by a pit bull...I had to post it because it makes me laugh so hard.

Hoping everyone has a Happy Wednesday!

Life is a Lemon - I Want My Money Back

Err.

I don't mean that. I'm listening to Meatloaf and that's what he's singing. If it was sung straight-out this song would be depressing, but it's not because he's rocking it so freaking hard. Grinding guitars, soaring background vocals, he's hashing and biting the lyrics...amazing really.

Today I went out shopping (pronounced chop-ping). It was fun. My sister did all my thinking for me. It's a good life when other people do your thinking for you. I realize I like having other people think about the details or sticky points in life for me. I like being on the passenger side but still going where I want, I like ending up with cute clothes but only being responsible for paying at the register, not actually deciding if they are cute. I like learning how to cook by eating good food and getting told the instructions half-a-million times so I have to brain dead not to remember. I like coming home and finding the place rearranged by someone with an eye for detail and design.

It's a great life.

Other things I have decided today: Golf is not a sport. it's not even all that aerobic an activity. But it's fun.
Horses are pretty funny.
I don't mind working. I kinda like work. But I like glamour and intelligence and humor in the workplace. My current employment is a wee bit lacking in the three important qualities. I'll improve that before I leave.
My dad is very, very, very cool.
Advertisers are uber-smart. And people generally get worn to a nub by all the lies that are put out in advertising.
I'd like to meet the people who write CSI. They are super smart and very well researched. I WISH.

that's all for now folks!

Chanel is so Punk Rock

Ah, back home. And Sleepless. I've totally thrown my tried-and-tested method for defeating jet lag out the door and now I'm suffering for my infidelities. 5 am EST and I'm wide-wide-wide awake.

At least i have plenty of interesting stuff to think about. Such as, Sam Cooke Live at the Copa, The mystery why strange men's underwear keeps showing up in my dryer and who are the guys that do the Rice Crispies character voices? Plenty on my mind.

I'm also thinking about that Pacific island where i spent the last week. it was incredibly beautiful. I'd ike to buy an island. I'd been thinking Caribbean islands, but I'm getting sold on the Pacific side of things (once again).

I'm also throwing a massive appreciation party for Label Whores and Semi-conspicous consumers. I marvelled at the savvy and daring of the Japanese tourists on the island. Oh, i just was covered up in D&G, Chanel, Gaultier, Manolo, and many offshoot indie labels. The girls staggered and stalked around in 4-inch heels, it was a real show of will, sheer determination to be taller than the other girlsin the group. The guys. Well, they were mostly cute, sometimes sexy and always dead stylish. This one girl clomped past me in some 5-inch Gucci wedges, all creme and gold, and a chanel dress and I just wanted to clap! Her manfriend trailed behind her, heavy laden with bags. Fabulous.

And I found a new label to appreciate: Christian somebody or another doing Ed Hardy Tattoo designs. Since I'm over my tattoo phase (all about the fake tattoos from here on out!) I'm pretty frothy about tattoo-inspired clothing. I've always appreciated biker fashion sensibility and Ed Hardy designs satisfy those cravings for a full-sleeve or shirt bodywork without the pain, recovery or weeks under the needle. My fave design right now is a hoodie (or tank or whatever you want) with a skull and heart and ribbon that reads "Love Kills Slowly." It's smattered with Rhinestones. Bedazzler Beware!

Finally, forget the cocktail rings or signature ladies suits - Chanel has some serious punk vibes running right now. it's that Karl Lagerfeld, i tell you, the wily german has brought black leather everything into the House that Coco Built! I've been watching the black over-the-knee stiletto for a few years (and loving every moment) but a dip into the the Chanel boutique (okay, two in two days) brought me enlightenment (cue angels singing). Chanel accessories go so well with Ed Hardy stuff. They go well with nearly anything, but I'm so inclined to start wearing a hoop in one ear, a double-c key earring in the other, wrap leather on my wrists and put on those glorious boots over some fishnets! Top it all with that Love Kills Slowly tank and a skirt held together by oversized baby nappy fasteners...would I ascend directly to heaven or would st. peter want to chat me up first?

Well, i'm feeling a bit noddish finally. Dear reader, you've probably fallen out or scratched away your corneas to get away from my blathering. Fashion is a passion!