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Throw It on the Floor…

Big-A “Art” is such a jerk these days.

Examples:

JFC, people…

Go Get ‘Em!

Jason Beghe is rapidly climbing my hero list now that he’s crusading against the “church” of Scientology:

“Will Smith is supposedly dabbling in Scientology. Let Will Smith know that his shit was fucking recorded. And tell him to look them in the eye and see if he believes it when they deny it.”

Even worse, he says, is that behind the backs of celebrities, Scientology officials gossip about what transpires in those supposedly private sessions. “Everything’s supposed to be confidential. But all they do is chat about it,” he says.

And apparently Maverick almost slipped loose at one point…

The best part is this dude was deep into the whole thing:

His move to clear was so rapid, Beghe was told that diminutive Scientology leader David Miscavige considered him a “poster boy” for the religion.

“I was Miscavige’s favorite boy, so they were doing all kinds of things to keep me happy,” he says. “I moved up the Bridge faster than anyone in history. I went at it 24/7 for about a year. I went clear. Got to OT V. I was a trained auditor.” (OT stands for “operating thetan,” and the highest level in the church is said to be OT VIII.)

“I’m farther up the Bridge than Travolta, and he’s been in there a thousand years. He’s not a trained auditor.” To Beghe, some of the celebrities “seemed like dilettantes,” enjoying the perks but not really working hard at being Scientologists.

I still wonder what the “perks” actually are. Aside from “connections”, or whatever…

Bullet the Blue Sky

Or… Y’know… A bulleted list of junk from the internets:

That is all.

Watch out!

Heidi Klum will eat your face!

Of course, we already knew she’d shoot you with her “great knockers!”

Hit ‘Em Again

Here’s to having MLK Day off from work!

Going for my walk/run today in 15 degree (F) temps wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting. Until my calf started cramping. That had nothing to do with the cold, though. It was ready to go from the activity earlier in the weekend.

Junk I’ve run across:

Happy 58th, Tom Waits

I suppose if I had to pick one musical artist to call my favorite, Tom Waits would be it. (Last.fm bears me out, too.)

As I remember my childhood, our house was always filled with the music of people like Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, and Townes Van Zandt. These artists are still at the top of my list, but I always remember the similarly frequent times when the Tom Waits records were out. His voice always gave me pause. It was so different, I’d stop and think “What IS this? Why is it so different from everything else? And why do I like it so much?”

And then there was the cover for the Small Change album with its be-pastied stripper… Now THAT was something for my prepubescent mind to ponder!

And that really is the best part about Tom Waits. He makes you think a bit. He tells wonderful stories in his songs. They may be comical, maudlin, tragic or surreal, but they are all wonderful.

Happy birthday, Tom. May you have many more. Thanks for everything so far.

(And thanks to my favorite homebrewer, David, for pointing out the date this morning.)

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Track o’ the Post: Tango Till They’re Sore from Rain Dogs by Tom Waits, because that album was always the most fascinating/baffling to me when I was young.