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August 26, 2011

Has the internet (and sexual tourism) ruined Dallas' leather scene?

How The Internet Killed (Or Maybe Just Changed) Dallas' Leather Scene - Page 1 - News - Dallas - Dallas Observer
. . . Now they were messing with Haberman's rhythm. He ignored their presence as long as he could, but then the man — wearing a billowy white Renaissance Faire-style blouse, for reasons Haberman couldn't quite make out — stepped even closer and started barraging Haberman with questions. "How do you do that?" he asked, staring in fascination as the flogger landed another blow. Haberman was starting to understand: The couple was clueless, just the latest in a parade of curious amateurs who leather-scene vets swear are destroying Dallas' once happily insular leather community. "Look," Haberman finally told the guy. "I'm not trying to teach a class here. I'm just trying to have a good time with my friend." He sarcastically offered to flog Ren Faire next, if he really wanted a demonstration of Haberman's "technique." The guy and his girlfriend stormed off in a huff. Later, they complained to the party's organizer about Haberman's mid-flog display. Haberman's a big man in his early 60s; he'd be a lot more imposing if not for the long, drooping mustache that makes him look like a friendly walrus. He's been around long enough to remember, wistfully, the way Dallas' leather scene used to be back in the 1970s. To hear him and his friends tell it, a contemporary leatherman can't swing a flogger or clamp a nipple around here without running into some "sexual tourist" poking around the city's dungeon and play-party scene — "looking," Haberman says, "to spice up their love lives." "For years, we flew under the radar, and we had some fabulous times," he says, reveling in the memory of the scene's powerful "sex magic." "There was an erotic energy that happened that was palpable. Now you just don't see it as much." . . .

Thieves looting European musuems for rhino horns to sell to wealthy superstitious jerks

Rhino Horns Lure Museum Thieves - NYTimes.com
“They just snapped it off,” said Bryony Rudkin, the Ipswich Borough Council member in charge of culture. Grabbing a pair of additional horns (and the rhino skull they belonged to) from a shelf nearby, the thieves disappeared as quickly as they had come. “It was like ‘The Pink Panther,’ ” Ms. Rudkin said. “In and out.” It might have seemed like a bizarre, anomalous incident, the act of someone with a perverse rhino fetish. But similar thefts, as many as 30 so far this year, have been reported in museums, galleries, antiques dealerships, auction houses and homes across Europe as criminals try to feed a growing demand in China and other Asian countries, where medicine made from ground rhino horns is believed to act as an aphrodisiac and to cure cancer and other diseases. “I was quite surprised, I must admit,” said Ian Lawson, a detective in the art and antiques unit at the Metropolitan Police Service in London, describing his first realization that rhino-horn theft had become a serious law-enforcement issue. “It’s taken a bit of time for everyone to wake up to the fact that this is a cross-Europe offense, and that they will attack anywhere that has a rhino horn.” . . .

August 19, 2011

Roseville man tries to stop his pick-up using his feet for brakes, Flintstone-style

This is my hometown. We clearly raise geniuses. And no, he wasn't drunk. He planned this sober. Man tries to drive home using feet as brakes — unsuccessfully - US news - Weird news - msnbc.com
ROSEVILLE, Mich. — The feet of a 24-year-old Detroit-area man failed him as he tried to use them to brake his pickup on a busy highway. Roseville Police Deputy Chief James Berlin said the man rolled about two miles on Groesbeck Highway while sticking his feet outside his truck in attempts to stop it, hitting four vehicles along the way. Berlin said the man admitted he knew the brakes weren't working but wanted to get home because he was tired and had to go to work the next day. The chief called it a case of "moronic decision-making," reported The Detroit News. He was unable to stop the truck at a red light at the intersection of 13 Mile and Groesbeck, ran the light and hit two vehicles, Berlin said. He continued on and hit two more at another intersection, Berlin said. He said the driver was finally stopped when an officer caught up with him and told him to put the truck in park. "I just can't believe anybody would think for a second they could make it home using their feet as a brake," Berlin said. . . .

August 18, 2011

ZIPdecode a ZIP code

zipdecode | ben fry This is a pretty neat little...