Plums. "during times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act"



Iraq Body Count Project Leeds United Against Racism


Babelicious:

A girl. A busstop.
Tyrone Shoelaces. Geddit? Oh dear...
Fabulous Janina, darling
Missy Roolz
The seaside boys
Julie: thinks she's Butch. Ha!
Lady of the Flowers Gives Gracious Audience
Karaoke Activist
Rollo Kim Reporting
Cherry's da Bomb
Mr.Disco's bitchin'
Daniel Byron, scion of a proud family
Past the Flyboy's arm
Notopia dreaming
Nelson Evergreen's readers Vikings
The Gorgeous Blonde
Mordant's beautiful when ze's angry
Mark likes big rubber sticks
The thinking blogger's Pin-up
E.Randy Dupre speaks. you listen
Antipopper:For The Unconditional Military Defence of Britney Against Sexist Witch-hunts


Places to Play

BrightonBiGang
IndianFootball.com
BiCOn
Foodie Treats
Hermetech Records
Thin Line - An SS/SB Archive
Bisexual Underground
Barbelith Underground
The Statesman
Bengal On The Web
Bad Subjects
Gingerbeer
Urban 75
UK Indymedia
Kick It Out
Popbitch
Leeds United FC


You wanna piece of me?
bitch the bitch

Friday, July 09, 2004
 
Race, culture and madness. Go read Antipopper. I'll be back later.

Then go read Aliens and Alienists: Ethnic Minorities and Pyschiatry - Littlewood, R and Lipsedge, M.

Oh, and if that's a little long, as a tangent, why not join Zaiba Malik on a bus ride through Muslim Britain:

"So what if Fozia and Nabila give priority to their Islamic rather than their British identity? They have an aura of serenity that I have encountered in few others I've met on my bus journey. Many of those, including myself, are coping with an internal battle where one side is armed with faith, culture and heritage and the other with integration, assimilation and homogeneity.

The front line shifts frequently but this is a personal war that cannot be won while we are judged on our every move."
Thursday, July 08, 2004
 
Note: i haven't got my mobile phone atm, and am unlikely to get it back before Monday so call me at home/email me at the below address if yr trying to get hold of me.
 
A thread on Barbelith gets me thinking about my parents...

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Wish my mum had given me her looks. I got dad's, he's lovely, but def in the 'nice personality' camp. Seen pics of mum in her 20s, and she was *stunning*, and my sister got 'em. Bitch. :D

I've got quite alot of my parents in me, good and bad, but I'd've liked my mum's brains. Not that mine are bad but hers were pretty spesh, by all accounts(she was *totally* a theorybitch!).

Brains and looks. Sickening, huh? ;)

My dad's sporting talents - he was a great footballer and cricketer(cricket to under21 national level); that would *so* rock. And his kindness(though I suspect that would come parcelled with his extreme passive-aggression, and I'm pretty glad to have avoided that.)

Nothing to inherit, bastards, but the work ethic on both of them would be very useful. :rolleyes:

Like several other people here, for my mum to have hung on for a bit longer, I'd like to have known her for a while as an adult/not a stroppy teenager. Like nesh, I doubt any time would have been good to lose her, but a few more years would have been great. But then again, maybe they wouldn't have been.

Met mum's oldest friends recently, who seperately told me how much I'm like her; mannerisms, interests etc. (she was a theorybitch!)

Which, as I hardly remember her, is an odd feeling. And apparently it spooked them just how strong the resemblance is. I'm hoping I haven't inherited the more destructive bits, though.

Really wonder what she'd've made of me as an adult. When I think about it, being denied the chance to develop an adult relationship with her is probably the biggest regret I have in my life.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
 
Note:

Smith and Mighty's Anyone still sounds bloody great. Clashing those beautiful words and melody up against a slooooooooow and hefty minimal bass and speedy snares makes for a disorienting, beautiful track.

The disparate elements fit together, not harmoniously, so much as queerly, each is modified by the other, the vocal to the point of detuning, adding to it's straightforward melancholic beauty a sinister shrill.

Thank you Radio 2 for the reminder.

I may try and find it, but my connection's shite, so do yourselves a favour and dig it out.


R2 is knocking my socks off tonight.

In the last couple of hours:

* fantastic recording of Chaka Kahn live.
* Way Out West - doc covering the origins/evolution of the Bristol sound, with contributions from pretty much everyone involved. Hence the Smith and Mighty...
* Mark Radcliffe kicks off with The Supremes' You Can't Hurry Love

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