Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
Following is a copy (despite the typo) I just sent to the Prez.
Dear President Obama:
I am a dually-disabled American male who hasn't seen the inside of the college classroom despite my three degrees, including a Master's.
Because my only income is Social Security Disability income, I tend to run a relatively tight ship, especially at the end of the month.
The other day I received one of the dozens of campaign solicitation offers in my email asking, yet again "for whatever you could give." I think this offer may have been sweetened with the possibility of dinner with you and Mrs Obama, but I donated $1 because that's all I had in my checking account: one dollar and some change.
Despite your ads which stress that "every dollar counts" my dollar was refused. I was indignant...and I took a screenshot of the computer image.
I don't want to be living off disability, I want to be back in the classroom teaching my award-winning students (one of whom has photographed you) and yet you wouldn't (would = typo) take my dollar.
I do what I can to support you, but today's email from Dick Durban and the VP was the last straw.
One vote = one dollar? Either way, each "one" counts.
If you don't want my ONE dollar, does the same policy apply to my ONE vote.
I have a blog. And that's where my screenshots are going. Seems I can't do anything right in this country, despite MULTIPLE physical set-backs and vanishing teaching positions.
Thank you. I only need to say it once.
Bernard M Lynch Jr
What I forgot to write was that if I was WORKING, I'd be able to pay off my student loan for my Master's degree. But, hey: what's a few dollars between friends?
Politics makes strange bedfellows. Do you sleep on the right or left?
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
While supernatural events have become fairly commonplace on daytime television in recent decades, Dark Shadows, which aired on ABC between 1966 and 1971, pioneered this format when it blended the vampires, werewolves, warlocks, and witches of fictional Collinsport, Maine, with standard soap opera fare like alcoholism, jealousy, and tangled love. In this volume, author Harry M. Benshoff examines Dark Shadows, both during its initial run and as an enduring cult phenomenon, to prove that the show was an important precursor—or even progenitor—of today’s phenomenally popular gothic and fantasy media franchises like Twilight, Harry Potter, and True Blood.
Benshoff demonstrates that viewers of all ages responded to the haunted world of Dark Shadows, making unlikely stars out of the show’s iconic characters—reluctant vampire Barnabas Collins, playboy werewolf Quentin Collins, vengeful witch Angelique DuVal, and vampire hunter Dr. Julia Hoffman. Benshoff explores the cultural and industrial contexts of the mid-1960s that gave rise to Dark Shadows and how the show adapted nineteenth-century gothic novels and twentieth-century horror films into a televised serial format. Benshoff also examines the unique aspects of the show’s casting and performance modes, its allure as a camp cult text, and the function of the show’s many secondary and tertiary texts—including novels, records, games, comic books, and the two feature films, House of Dark Shadows (1970) and Night of Dark Shadows (1971).
In the years since its cancellation, Dark Shadows’ enduring popularity has led to a prime-time NBC remake in the early 1990s, recent talk of a Tim Burton and Johnny Depp feature film, and a popular ongoing fan convention. Benshoff’s timely study of Dark Shadows will appeal to fans of the show and all film and television history scholars who are interested in the roots of one of today’s most popular genres.
This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
November 16, 1977
The New Haven Coliseum (now demolished)
Front Row, Center (5' from stage)
Lead Singer, Queen (died 1991; AIDS)
NEWS OF THE WORLD
1977 Tour (USA Leg)
Show opener: WE WILL ROCK YOU
Bernard M Lynch Jr
Do not use without written permission
Via Anderson Cooper on AC360º, I gotta hand it to him: he repeated this with a straight face, and didn't have a giggle meltdown, despite the fact that the producers' BLEEPED the five-letter word in question. I thought it reminded me of a photograph I took decades ago, when you just know every fucking queen on South Beach was staring at this dog, most in envy. Or lust.
And to make you photo-geeks happy? I took this with a Mamiya C220 2 1/4" camera, in full Kodacolor 400 medium format. And the lens? Let's just say I was about a foot away from the target.
photograph ©2012_bernard m lynch jr
Well, Erik Slye of Montana was stronger than me. After he got a jury notice in the mail earlier this year, he sent this beautiful notarized love letter. Pure poetry:
Apparently you morons didn't understand me the first time. I CANNOT take time off from work. I'm not putting my family's well-being at stake to participate in this crap. I don't believe in our "justice" system and I don't want to have a goddamn thing to do with it. Jury duty is a complete waste of time. I would rather count the wrinkles on my dog's balls than sit on a jury. Get it through your thick skulls. Leave me the F__K alone.
I love that after all that, he censored the fuck word. That just would've been too over the top, right? F__K, I love this dude. If there was a place to co-sign, my signature would be there. Unfortunately, court officials didn't feel the same way. A judge threatened to throw his ass in jail and ordered that he show his face in court. When he did, Erik apologized . A judge didn't cite him with anything and even excused him from jury duty. So in the end, it worked!
Now you know what to do next time you get one of those evil jury notices in the mail. Copy, paste and send!