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Sharon suggests: “Post another update about the mix exchange.”

So, okay: I’m having a mix exchange. If you’re interested, let me know.

So far, Sharon, Nyssa, Remi, and Rob have expressed interest in burning CDs and mailing them out. As Sharon indicates, both she and I are just about ready. So here’s how this will work:

Anyone who wants to participate but doesn’t already have my mailing address (and isn’t a deranged stalker, please), write me and I’ll send it to you. Also, let me know if you only want to swap mixes with me, or if you want to share CDs with the whole group. The former is no doubt easier and cheaper, but the latter sounds like more fun, and I’m perfectly willing to act as the middleman if you don’t feel like sharing your address with (other) strangers. If you only want to send out one mix, that’s fine, but that means you’ll only get one mix in return. Once I get a definite count of who’s sharing with everybody (right now it’s a vague five, with Jon Kilgannon‘s online mp3 mix possibly somewhere tossed in), I’ll let you know how many copies to send, with at least a rough estimate on postage. Then, as Sharon says, all you have to do is “wait for goodies to arrive”.

In today’s Salon, there’s a quote from Jerry Lewis concerning Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks. Lewis told the NY Daily News:

I’m old-fashioned. You don’t make fun of the Queen of England, and you don’t make jokes about the President of the United States. I resent those that do. The Dixie Chicks are embarrassed that he’s from Texas? You don’t say that about a sitting President. The First Amendment says you can say anything you want in this country, but it should have an appendage, ‘Try to do it with class.’

This is, of course, the same Jerry Lewis who said, “A woman doing comedy doesn’t offend me, but sets me back a bit. I, as a viewer, have trouble with it. I think of her as a producing machine that brings babies in the world.”

You know, there was a point, once upon a time, when the man was funny.

Well now, this is sort of interesting:

By registering their subjects in an identical framework, with similar poses and a strictly observed dress code, Versluis and Uyttenbroek provide an almost scientific, anthropological record of people’s attempts to distinguish themselves from others by assuming a group identity. The apparent contradiction between individuality and uniformity is, however, taken to such extremes in their arresting objective-looking photographic viewpoint and stylistic analysis that the artistic aspect clearly dominates the purely documentary element.

Found through Mighty Girl.

In today’s Salon, Cary Tennis writes:

Many women, however, have the same visceral abhorrence of porn that you have. If they found their husbands looking at porn it might be like finding them with a needle in their arms — or, more to the point, with a hooker in their arms, as the porn experience is a kind of disembodied adultery carried out in a fleshless world of signs and symbols. Women’s revulsion at porn also seems strangely autonomic, like a shiver out of the amygdala, uncontrollable, ancient, immune to secular society, powerful yet irrational, like a fear of spiders.

But in a physical sense, porn is no more dangerous than spiders. What if a husband covered his face with spiders? Why would he do that? He wouldn’t do it just to freak out his wife, would he? What would be the point? He’d only do it if it felt really, really good to cover his face with spiders — so good that he’s willing to risk losing his wife. Again, that sounds like addiction — why would a guy drink and ruin his life unless he just couldn’t stop?

I don’t exactly know why I felt the need to share that. Perhaps it’s the image of lonely men covering their faces with spiders. That’s just not something you see every day, thankfully.