Mr. Frank Tackles is going to take a journal with him on his vacation so that he can document his erotic adventures at the town pool.

It will be much like Bukowski's Post Office, only without the literary significance.

But it'll still be required reading for Escalade Incompetency fans, so BE READY!!

NOTE TO BACHELORS: put down that razor before you go out this weekend. Researchers in England used a software program to design and morph three male faces - rated equally attractive in clean-shaven form by a group of women - with five levels of facial hair, up to a full beard. This set of 15 faces was then evaluated in random order by another group of women. In line with previous research, perceptions of masculinity, dominance, aggression, maturity, and age all increased in proportion to facial hair. However, attractiveness was highest for light-stubble faces and lowest for clean-shaven and fully bearded faces. The authors note that this result could be due to contemporary fashion, the particular age preferences of the (university) women in the study, or stubble signaling a happy middle ground of masculinity.

Neave, N. and Shields, K., "The Effects of Facial Hair Manipulation on Female Perceptions of Attractiveness, Masculinity, and Dominance in Male Faces," Personality and Individual Differences (October 2008).

Ci siamo occupati di tutto questo mentre la parola-chiave "citrullina" sfondava i record precedenti e si piazzava prima nelle statistiche di gradimento di questo sito. A confronto, le altre notizie sono praticamente ignorate dal pubblico. Frustrante, no?

A distanza di dieci giorni, decine di lettori ancora setacciano la Rete per conoscere tutto il possibile sulla citrullina e i suoi effetti. Un argomento del quale pensavamo si potesse solo sorridere per un istante. Invece eccoci qua, a a domandarci chi sono questi lettori nuovi?, con quanta ansia scorrono le nostre pagine?, lo fanno per scherzo?, e se lo fanno per scherzo, quanto dura?

Eccoci, insomma, davanti ai tipici tormenti etici di ogni buon editore. Abbiamo appena scoperto un argomento che "tira" e ci domandiamo se sia il caso di farne carne da porco sfruttandolo fin che si può per creare nuovi contatti oppure continuare a credere nella sterminata saggezza del pubblico e sperare che sempre più lettori accedano alle nostre pagine con la serenità e la curiosità cortese che ci siamo concessi il lusso di presumere.

Intanto il mercato dei cocomeri si è ripreso e va come un razzo. Ops.

10. Sex Machine - From Dusk Till Dawn
His character may be small and short lived, but he does carry a gun on his crotch, which in my opinion warrants his inclusion into the list. Plus, he kicks some serioius Mexican Vampire ASS!

 9. Jackie Brown - Jackie Brown
Jackie Brown is a prime example of what Quentin Tarantino does best... resurrecting forgotten stars. Pam Grier's career may have not exactly takin off on a second wind after this movie, but she did prove that she hadn't lost her "foxyness," and she has QT to thank for that oppurtunity.

 8. Mr. White - Reservoir Dogs
This seasoned and experienced theif may have showed his softer side in befriending and defending Mr. Orange, but that doesn't change the fact that he will drop any motherfucker who gets in his face.

 7. Stuntman Mike - Death Proof
Creepy, perverted, and built for speed! The fact that he has to total a car in order to get off only proves that this man has been around a few times. Think about it, how many different acts of sex do you think this guy has experienced in order to have to stage epic auto collisions in order to ejaculate?

 6. Butch Coolidge - Pulp Fiction
Anybody who has the balls to rip off the mafia and get away with it has bad ass written all over him.

 5. Mr. Blonde - Reservoir Dogs
"Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?" 'Nuff said.

 4. Clarence - True Romance
Probably Tarantino's most personal character to date. He's said before that this movie is somewhat autobiographical in the sense that he put so much of himself into the Clarence character, and that shows!

 
 3. Winston "The Wolf" Wolfe - Pulp Fiction
He's mean, and he cleans! And he gets shit done!

 2. Beatrix Kiddo/The Bride/Black Mamba - Kill Bill Vol 1 & 2
This list doesn't have to be exclusive to men, case in point... The Bride.

 1. Jules Winnfield - Pulp Fiction
Why? Because his wallet says so... that's why!

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Yeah.

Take it to the bridge now [yeah]

There is no such thing as a bad world in which, for a mere 5,000 US$, you can own a  SEX jumpsuit from the godfather of soul.

This reminds me of going to see Diplo play a few days before New Years 2007. As the set was winding down, Diplo played a few James Brown tracks and the DJ gave a series of shout outs to the Godfather of soul, who had just died that day.

Give it up for James Brown, y'all. James fucking Brown!

Crowd g0es wild

Godfather of soul, James Brown, rest in peace we will miss you

Louder crowd cheering

Then another DJ gets up on the mic:

And give it up for Gerald R. Ford, rest in peace man!

Dead silence

(apologetically) He seemed like a nice guy...

Diplo back on the mic:

James Brown, y'all James Brown

Crowd goes wild again.

Leia abaixo a  integra da matéria publicada na revista on-line Rolling Stone sobre a vida e morte de James Brown. É muito interessante, confira!!!

"Ícone do soul e do R&B James Brown completaria hoje 75 anos de idade. Brown morreu devido a uma parada cardíaca em 2006, no dia 25 de dezembro.

James Joseph Brown Jr. nasceu em 3 de maio de 1933, na cidade de Barnwell. De família pobre, Brown chegou a trabalhar em fazendas de algodão e a engraxar sapatos.

A música entrou definitivamente para sua vida no início da década de 50, quando montou a banda gospel The Famous Flames. Em 1956, o grupo fez sucesso com a música “Please, Please, Please”. Daí em diante, o “Mr. Dynamite” (apelido que ganhou por sua energia no palco) não parou mais: foram mais de 50 discos gravados.

James Brown fez shows até o fim; antes de ser internado, ele já tinha agendado um show no Reveillon. O músico deixou quatro filhos (conhecidos) e um legado de grandes clássicos do soul, entre eles “Papa's Got a Brand New Bag", "I Got You (I Feel Good)", "Say It Loud - I'm Black and I'm Proud" e "Sex Machine".

Problemas com a polícia
Além de ser conhecido por sua música, Brown também é lembrado pelos inúmeros problemas com a polícia. O cantor foi preso pela primeira vez aos 16 anos, por assalto a mão armada. Sempre freqüentou as páginas policiais dos jornais, fosse por uso de drogas, infrações de trânsito ou até mesmo por violência doméstica.

Depois de morto, Brown foi mantido em formol por cerca de três meses, numa sala com temperatura controlada em sua casa na Carolina do Sul, dentro de um caixão revestido de bronze e ouro. O corpo foi mantido assim enquanto a família do cantor construia um mausoléu. Familiares e a última esposa de Brown, Tomi Rae Hyne, que foi cantora de apoio em sua banda, ainda disputam na justiça o espólio do padrinho do soul".

Espero que tenham gostado, do "copie e cole" de hoje.

Até a próxima.

“Motherfucker was crazy,” says Gloria Daniel, a girlfriend he kept on the side for forty years. “It was the drugs.”

Mr. Brown smoked his drugs—PCP, until that got hard to find, then cocaine—mixed with tobacco from his Kools. “You sitting there rolling tobacco out of a cigarette—that’s a woman’s job—and you sitting there naked so he can look at you ’cause he getting ready to fuck you,” she says. “Yeah, right.” She rolls her eyes. The drugs, to say nothing of the diabetes and the prostate cancer, made him impotent. “He tried like hell, though,” she says. “He’d wear you out. That man died trying to come.”

One night in the summer of 2001, after he’d slathered her in Vaseline (“He liked you all greased up,” she says. “Like a porkchop”) and wore her out trying to come, he gave up and left the room, and Gloria dozed off. When she woke up, Mr. Brown was standing at the foot of the bed in a full-length mink coat over his bare chest, a black cowboy hat, and silk pajama pants with one leg tucked into a cowboy boot and the other hanging out. He had a shotgun over his shoulder and a white stripe of Noxzema under each eye. “I’m an Indian tonight, baby,” he announced. “C’mon, let’s let ’em have it.” Then he dumped a pickle jar of change on the floor, told her to get a machete, and went out to the garage. He took the Rolls, drove ten miles to Augusta, weaving all over the road, clipping mailboxes, smoking more dope, and screaming about being an Indian."

{from GQ magazine blog}

On this occasion James Brown had a show at the Olympia (I believe it was a one night stand) and I had the information through a friend that he was to stay at the George V Hotel. On the night of the concert I was waiting for him to arrive in front of the hotel George V and it was well after 9pm the time due for the concert to start. No one else was waiting and if I remember I must have enquired with the hotel as to whether James Brown had arrived or not. And often the answer yes or no was exactly the opposite to the truth so that it discouraged us to wait for the artists.. So in this case I was not so sure if he had or not arrived and thought that probably that by this time he would be already on stage. Nevertheless after a while a limousine stopped in front of the hotel ( a common occurence in front of the George V..) and when the car door opened there was James Brown stepping out... I saluted him welcome to Paris and he took me by the arm inside the lobby. There without looking round he just sat in an armchair, asked me to do the same : and there I was chatting to a very friendly man who was supposed to be singing on stage at that very moment. He then went to get ready and by the time he arrived on stage I think the audience were in a state of excitement, exasperation and dispair... A very nice memory of an artist who took time to know his fans..