The Flip Flop Girl

It's Official: This is Car Chase Monday!

Hmm, might have to make a list of the best car chases of all time.

Labels: and more cars, cars, pop culture

This Post is really more about Bullitt but I also love the scary chase scene in Duel

The talent behind mapping out the chase scene in Bullitt (see below) can try to map out Duel. But the descrpition I get here is probably all we need: "the nether world of two-lane highways and truck stops that lie outside of LA."

Labels: car chases, chase scenes, Dennis Weaver, films, movies, pop culture, scary trucks, Steven Spielberg

Ever Wonder Where the Chase Scene in Bullitt was filmed? I mean, in great detail?

It's one of those times for something completely different. This wicked crazy artist and his friend have taken the famous chase scene from the 1968 Steve McQueen film,Bullitt, and mapped it out for all of us to see

This is the sort of OCD insanity that I love. Fits right in with what I'm talking about, doesn't it? Anyway, Steve McQueen is such a cutie.

Labels: all the same stuff I usually like to gab about, blogs, Bullitt, films, flip flops, foot fetish, OCD, pop culture, Steve McQueen

And it was written on the sweet soles of the Buddha's sacred feet...

Much like Buddha, I seek enlightenment. I continue to explore my fascination, our fascination, with feet and its extremes from the sacred to the profane. I really like the profane but I also easily gravitate to the sacred. As I continue to say, there is something utterly explosive going on as we casually lounge around in our flip flops. I've been told by a number of my older friends that they agree, that the sexual tension in the air is far more palpable than when they were young. From my vantage point, it truly is part of a mating dance that I am more than willing to be a part of. In my neighborhood, each day, more and more people are returning to their trusty flip flops. Anyway, don't mind me, I'm just writing for the sake of writing at the moment, testing out the waters, seeing if anyone is paying attention, if people are ready for more of me. As Spring takes hold in moody Seattle, my libido is kicking into high gear. I find myself pacing around in my flip flops, trying to still tune in to the sensory pleasure after having enjoyed it for so long. I fear becoming jaded perhaps more than hopelessly addicted. During the day, I kick them off and find myself rubbing my feet together furisously and then having to take it further and apply a hand directly to a foot for an added high. As I keep saying, I know I'm not alone and, thankfully, you out there, do respond from time to time, even a fellow female with tentatively acknowledge all that I'm saying. Anyhow, I recently saw an incredibly inspiring movie, had nothing to do with sex or feet or flip flops, and now I'm reading the novel. I want to post about that sometime soon. There's quite a lot of things I want to do. I want to save the world. I want to save myself! And, as long as I'm at least amused by all this, I think we're doing alright.

Labels: blogs, buzz, erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, just checking in, pop culture, profane, sacred, sex, trends, Writing

Bye Bye, Donny Boy

Don Imus will not be missed. He had become a fixture inside the beltway and somewhat outside of it. A lot of people had never heard of him before all the current controversy. Maybe he had some talent at one point but he's now 66 and not exactly fresh. Most importantly, HE IS A RACIST. Thank God CBS fired his ass. It wasn't an altruistic move on their part but, despite it all, it sends a message. You can't make hateful and destructive comments and expect to just get away with it and have people laugh it off. This is not the first time Imus has made racist comments. And how about this for his official apology while he still had a show to apologize on:

"Want to take a moment to apologize for an insensitive and ill-conceived remark we made the other morning regarding the Rutgers women's basketball team.

It was completely inappropriate, and we can understand why people were offended. Our characterization was thoughtless and stupid, and we are sorry."

Why include the "WE"? He said it. Not "WE." What a complete and utter self-absorbed insincere goon. And now he still wants to meet with the Rutgers team to say a little something to them.

Don, just leave them alone and go crawl under a rock.

Labels: CBS, communication, Don Imus, idiots, mass media, media, politics, pop culture, racism, racist, radio, television

The story behind this trippy video is that this guy comes back from the dead in 1986 in his very cool car to show us a thing or two. It is done in a comic book/graphic novel style.

Kavinsky will be in Seattle July 29 touring with Daft Punk. Note to self: be there!

Labels: comic book, comics, comix, cool, Daft Punk, dance music, electronica, graphic novel, Kavinsky, Miami Vice, music, pop culture, pop music, Seattle, techno

The Very Fractured O'Reilly Factor

I wanted to pick up on my "Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes" train of thought. Think of all the current political thugs: Dubya, Cheney, Rove, Rice, etc. They all pander to the sheltered view of the world of conservative little old ladies and they themselves, not holding anything dear, actually believe right along with the little old ladies. This sort of "thinking" is what powers the whole right wing machine. To try to keep current, "the little old ladies" are called "soccer moms" in stump speeches but, if you really think about it, it's the same old little old lady all wrapped up in the American flag . Grafting religion with patriotism, this is packaged as the official line of thought and it is served up to be a one-size-fits-all drivel for immediate consumption by everyone from the Nascar fan to the power elite in the club rooms. I was thinking about all this as I took in the mug of Bill O'Reilly the other night.

Now, make no mistake, Bill O'Reilly is a third-rate hack who, lucky for him, has found a niche to exploit. He's menacing. He's amusing. And, unfortunately, he does have a lot of fans. And why not? Junk food for the mind--hard to pass up for a lot of folks.

Currently, Bill is on something of a warpath against all the provocative statements that Rosie O'Donnell has made. Sure, Rosie has managed to cross the line and she's an easy target. What's so stupid, is that Big Bad Bill himself has made far worse comments like when he said it would be OK if terrorists bombed San Francisco. Is that because San Francisco's gay population runs so counter to Bill's "religous beliefs" as if he had any sincere thoughts?

On that same show I watched, only because I was waiting for American Idol, Bill also made a distinction between Rosie O'Donnell and Ann Coulter. For some reason, he found that Rosie had to be held to harsher scrutiny. That, of course, made no sense. And it runs counter to his cheesy motto about never spinning the truth, right?

Bill, if you defend Ann Coulter, you are SPINNING!

Bill, you complete jackass, you spin all the time! You were tossed out with the trash from ABC News years ago and you should thank your lucky stars you get to keep riding this right wing wave.

OK, that's all I have to say about that for now.

Labels: Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly, blogs, Bush, Fox News, news, politics, pop culture, President Bush, right wing, Writing

Go to the Beach!

New Post and New Thoughts!

Wear Your Flip Flops with Pride!

Don't Let the Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes Win!

I've been feeling a need to take a break both physically and mentally so my boyfriend and I headed out of town for a spring break. We stayed with my folks for a bit in LA and then made our way to a friend's beach house. They left us to ourselves quite a bit so we were basically sitting off The Strand, just the two of us, just a few flip flops away from the Pacific Ocean! Very breath-taking, very romantic, and just one bump in the road we had to deal with.

We were both a little drunk, maybe a lot drunk, and I was just babbling about all sorts of stuff. I decided to tell him about this blog which, until then, I had thought to keep to myself. But, at the moment, I figured it was nothing, just a blog, right? But maybe a blog is never just a blog, especially after all the crazy shit I've put on mine. Funny I should say "crazy" because that's the word that slipped through his lips after he read through one entry after another. He said I was crazy! And he didn't mean it in a nice way. He said the sex stuff was way over the top. And he wondered why I felt a need to write the way I did.

Instead of telling him to fuck off or anything hostile like that, I decided to be mature about it. I told him I'd have to think about it. I was too drunk to make any sense. And then I said that maybe I did know how to articulate that. I made the stories more charged than they had to be because I was getting off on it. As much as I've complained about being needlessly over-stimulated, I was actually seeking it out. I'd also tried to tailor my stories to make certain points. But before I tried to explain any further, he just smiled and said it was cool. I told him that maybe I didn't even need to write this blog anymore. He said that maybe I did need to step back from it but that he couldn't imagine me not writing. He said he saw some raw talent that was on its way to becoming something, exactly what he wasn't sure, but he still wanted to let me know that he supported me. He said maybe I could help people as well as entertain them. He also asked me to try to take a break from turning our sex into one of my hot stories if at all possible.

I do remember a mellow sobering moment we shared on the sofa that he can't have a problem with me telling you. He had his big feet on my lap. Usually, it's the other way around. I have my big feet on his lap. This time it was his feet on my lap. His feet just casually made their way over to my lap and I don't know if he was expecting me to do anything because he never said. For once, I let all my thoughts float away and did nothing. They just rested there. We both just rested. And it was good.

Being around so many people in flip flops, so many feet, so many pedicures, was a good thing too. Feet are simply more out and about in California and especially around the beach. It was refreshing to see form truly following function. It actually is handy to have flip flops around the beach! It's practical. It's a way of life. You don't have to think about it. The further away you get from the beach, however, the more thought you have to put into being casual. Once you're wearing flip flops down a busy city street, you're really making an effort to be care-free. I embrace that effort! Just trying to connect the dots.

As I relaxed in bed one day with the TV, I caught some of a Fox News talk show-or was it MSNBC? The Hannity Show, I think. Anyway, it was a typical political show tilted to the right with another no-neck/loud mouth, Mom's apple pie-eating host. He was interviewing Nancy Pelosi's daughter who has a documentary on Showtime exploring the world of American Christian fundamentalists. Well, I'd read awhile back a story about her documentary being unfair to fundamentalists in USA Today which left me wondering about USA Today's political views or at least about the writer's own right wing slant. When I saw her interviewed on this show, she came across as very professional and level-headed. She even had the Hannity guy playing nice with her. She pointed out that she made a point to show this demographic group in a fair setting leaving out extreme examples. I think his only pointed question to her was asking her why she chose to focus on evangelicals and she said, very correctly, that it was because they were considered a factor by the media in the last presidential election. If you ask me, she was far more polite than she had to be but maybe that was because she was talking to this bombastic talk show host.

Anyway, it has been interesting to me how I'm as attracted to politics as I am to any other pop culture subject. It takes someone like Jon Stewart to make us all aware of politics and make it entertaining but politics, all by itself, is such a circus. If I am capable of taking flip flops to an OCD level, I know that right wingers are using the same amount of energy, if not more, to drive home their agendas. Maybe their energy is actually the same kind of energy, some molten hot sexual force, that they have repressed and converted into self-righteous vitriol. The OCD for conservatives (and I know there are varying degrees but we're suffering from too many of the same along with those moderates afraid to be themselves like Rudy) is an overwhelming feeling that they are, no pun intended, right! They believe they possess some pure form of being right that can determine questions of right and wrong, life and death, when life begins, who should live and who should die, who has rights, who does not. It is a little old lady in tennis shoes out to save the world! But the little old lady in tennis shoes view of the world is very limited, backward, repressive, controlling, and out of touch with reality. What is so ironic and sad is that this view of the world finds itself taking so much space on our media, old and new from the tv to the blogosphere. Well, sheer quanity is never quality. We know that. What we're still working on, those of us who are sensible, is how to best reach a middle ground in this country so that we don't have more Bushies and Halliburton and the like in power forever.

The more we all find a way to go to the beach the better off we'll all be. I'm considering moving to the beach in the future when I can afford to do it right. I want to see us all take a healthy step back and watch our backs too! We want to have fun. We want to navel and toe gaze to our heart's delight-even to excess. Perhaps that's our right. But it's nice to have options too because the more distracted we allow ourselves to become, the more likely that the little old ladies in tennis shoes will always have the last laugh.

Labels: beach, blogs, conservatives, flip flops, foot fetish, Jon Stewart, politics, pop culture, right wing, sex, Writing