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We will have three photoshoots/issue so we need volunteer models. The clothes will be borrowed from Plato's Closet and Be Yourself (the boutique).
We will need contributers so if you want to write something...anything..let us know...
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| 1. See more good movies
like God Grew Tired of Us, The Last King of Scotland, Old Joy, Little Children, Children of Men, The Painted Veil, and Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
I also need to see Two Brothers, the tiger movie starring Guy Pearce
2. (this goes without saying) Update the zine more. Maybe even do a paper zine
3. consume less high fructose cornsyrup
4. save the enviornment
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| He beats out Tom Cruise, back when Cruise was known for "talent" and "attractiveness" and has long since surpassed Brad Pitt altogether. Actors like Josh Harnett and Chad Micheal Murray have nothing comparable to him.
So why has Hollywood shown no interest in a man as remarkable as Guy Pearce? Well, from my limited knowledge, he hasn't shown any interest in Lindsay Lohan, which would mean instant tabloid material, probably front page. He hasn't devorced Kevin Fenderline and then taken off his underwear, which is how 2006 will remember Britney Spears. He doesn't do musicals or motown [think High School Musical and Dreamgirls]. His latest movie was an amazing but little publicized and little watched movie called The Proposition - amazing, but little viewed.
The Proposition was the first Guy Pearce movie I've ever seen.
Two days ago, I watched Memento, the 2001 psychological revenge thriller whose main character cannot form new memories so he takes poloriods and tattoos clues to remind himself of clues, places, and people. In addition, the first scene in the movie is the last scene in the story; there is a twist beginning.
His latest movie is Factory Girl about Andy Warhol and Edie Sedwick.
Now, I have a slight bias, but he is amazing. He is talented. He is handsome. He is in good movies. If I had to review Guy Pearce, I would give him 5 stars out of 4. anyways, this whole little thing was just an excuse to put up pictures of him:
him in Proposition
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| It’s Thanksgiving, again. It is the time to thoughtfully reflect
on all those who are deserving of our thanks, flipping through the mental list
of people that we could not live without, and coming up with (rather uncreative)
family first, friends second.
After much thoughtful consideration, I have decided that the
individuals who deserve my thanks the most are low-wage workers and illegal
immigrants, with, of course, deference to my family and friends.
These are the people who bust their backs for nothing so my
life can be cushy and cheap. These anonymous workers, located everywhere from
Wal-mart, Tyson chicken, gas station attendants, burger flippers, and
technically not existing, keep my prices low and my standard of living high.
The way that they make do without adequate housing, transportation, healthy
food, education, insurance, and health care is truly inspiring.
These people
are dedicated and FAR too underappreciated. I am here to rectify that wrong. I
am here to throw the spotlight on these men, women, and children who will sell
themselves, sacrificing education (and their future) so that they can continue
doing what they’re doing for the rest of their lives. Who wouldn’t want that?
I am especially thankful that they have refused to work for
more than they currently make. See, I have already cut out all of the luxuries from
my budget, and if I was forced to pay more for food, clothes, or day labor, I
couldn’t afford movies, much less the popcorn or Pepsi. And without Pepsi, I’d
probably die. Especially with the semi-recent high gas prices, all my resources
are devoted to filling my tank and then driving around and burning it all up.
But because these individuals make $6, I can continue engaging in such
activities.
So thanks, minimum wage workers and illegal immigrants. This
spoiled brat appreciates it.
- Kiah
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| By Kiah Haslett, written June 30ish, 2006
I have finally done what
flat-chested girls around the US
only dream of someday accomplishing for themselves: I have purchased a bra at Victoria’s Secret.
Years of idling through the risqué catalog, envying the
naturally busty models for their ability to fill up those sleek, silk-looking,
sexy bras accumulated to this joyous moment of striding through the open doors
of Victoria Secret, knowing that I was there to purchase a bra from the legendary
bra maker herself. Err. . . bra makers themselves.
You bet I was proud. I had in my
purse not only a checkbook and the promise of a reimbursement check from my
mom, but two coupons enticing me with free panties and $10 off a bra.
Coupon number one was one that had
actually been sent to my mom, and super-bra model Heidi Klum was allowing me 1
pair of free panties and $10 off any bra in the store. Coupon number two, taken
from my Teen Vogue earlier that day, was an offer of free panties from the PINK
collection with any purchase of another PINK collection item.
My plan was to purchase a bra from
the PINK collection (and get $10 off!), thus allowing myself a free PINK panty
and pair to boot. After informing the sales associate
of my plan, she glanced about the sales floor and informed me nonchalantly that
she would allow me to use both coupons together. She must’ve realized I was
poor.
I walked around the panties
display, which was helpfully right in front of the store, allowing everyone
else in the whole mall to see that, yes, Kiah was holding up a pair of
underwear. Too sexy for her, they must’ve thought as I put down a pair and
moved onto the next tray. In no time, I grabbed a pair of
white, ordinary-looking underwear (these aren’t fancy enough to be called a
‘panty’) advertised as Extra Low-Rise!
They would serve their mundane purpose well.
Next was to pick out the bra.
Because I am morally opposed to bras that are white, nude, or pink, this left
me with few options in my size (Rest assured that in bigger sizes, there are
more options). I finally decided on a fun/cute baby blue bra with white dogs
and the letter P decorating the A cups. I was about to finally join the ranks
of Victoria Secret wearers.
After being informed that my second
pair of underwear would have to be a boring one, I walked to the back of the
store to pick up a pair of black panties that walked the fine line of mother
and slut.All set with my three items, I
walked to the cashier and put down my purchases.
“Should I make it out to Victoria
Secret?” I asked as she began to scan the items and the all important coupons. “Yes,” she replied helpfully. “That
will be $21.94.”
Now, I have purchased bras in the
(recent) past from the entirely respectable retailer Target and I have never
paid more than $10 for a bra. In fact, I have purchased them for as low as
$2.50, perfectly good bras for 75% off. Twenty dollars for a bra would mean
that bra would give you super-strength and
the ability to walk on water. I was sure that this bra, no matter how
fun/cute it was, would not be giving me super powers. It wouldn’t even be
giving me cleavage. Thank God I didn’t pay the full price.
Later… I need this
spectacular piece of cloth adjusted. The straps, which are as short as they can
physically go, need to somehow be shorter. I chalk this one up to experience
with the sneaking suspicion that I have been had, if not extremely let down.
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