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Cliff May's Full Interview

The Daily Show had Cliff May on last night, and the full interview puts an interesting light on the torture debate.

A Question of Porn…

A buddy of mine did a photo shoot this weekend. He’s been working on his photography a lot lately, and he managed to find a new model. Shot for about five hours this weekend, and showed off his work to us this morning.

They were great shots. He’s been experimenting with some filters, and in particular an oil painting effect for his digital work. And his model was amazing. She really shines through, and he was happy because she was so bright, and funny, and professional. Suggested all sorts of settings, poses, knew how to work with light, and really taught him a lot about working, all the while really working the camera for all she was worth.

Thing is, I recognized her. Not just from her pin up work, but from other shoots that she’s done over the years. His model used to do porn. Some if it soft core, some of it a little harder, and interspersed with some really fun pin up work, and other stuff throughout the years.

Now then, I don’t have the rights to the photos–but they were really neat. And I don’t feel comfortable shouting the model’s name to the mountain, because she never mentioned her porn past to my buddy, so advertising it doesn’t seem real fair to her. Mind you, her work is out there, and it’s easy enough to find with a simple GIS of her name, and if you’ve got your Safe Search off, it’s easy to find her hard core work, as well as her pin up modeling. Which is what sort of brings up the reason for this whole little diary.

Let The Hot Dog Wars Commence…

I’ve spent a season with the Phoenix, Coyotes running a concern in the Comerica Bank Club. It’s not a bad little gig. I get to put out some fun food, I have a great view of the ice, and there are some other perks too.

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But, one of the things that I’ve realized in my time there, is that there brews a burning question in the hearts of sports fans: the quest for the perfect hot dog.

Meghan McCain makes me smile

I dunno how many folks are going to pick up on Meghan McCain’s speech with the Log Cabin Republicans, but the gal gives me a great deal of hope for the GOP.

Her fight with Coulter solidified my liking this gal. Not just for tweaking and confronting the uglier side of what amounts to a PR vehicle–and Coulter represents strategic commentary to put out the wilder ideas so that if folks are less incendiary they will appear to be more moderate in comparison. Which is the sort of disingenuous politics that bothers me at a deep down level.