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Gay Rodeo Curious

I had two more videos on the gay rodeo to make fast. I’d gotten wind of a thing called Internet porn with coy category names like bi-curious. Given that it alluded to internet porn, I figured it was safe to assume EVERYONE IN THE WORLD would get the joke of a clip named Gay Rodeo Curious. Plus, it was an appropriate name for a “This is Gay Rodeo”-type clip.

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Gay Rodeo Makes You Limp

Gay Rodeo Makes You Limp

The 2006 LA Gay Rodeo made me limp (but only because I hadn’t worn boots for a while and I was on my feet for hours). Otherwise, I was good to go, as I sensed plenty of cowgirls and boys at the rodeo were.

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Girl with the Anime Ink

Girl with the Anime Ink

When you say someone has Japanese style tattoos, you don’t usually mean Hello Kitty — unless you’re talking about Venice, California’s Malina Huang.

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goat dressing

Goat Dressing

Goat dressing was to be the subject of the third gay rodeo event. It was kind of a no-brainer, though at first I wasn’t as gung ho on the idea as Neeraj was. But he was right in feeling like we should do a clip on the event, if for no other reason than to attracts viewer to our much more thoughtful coverage (Gay Rodeo Makes You Limp, for example, a written nugget to be deconstructed here soon).

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Graffiti Induces Colorblindness

Graffiti Induces Colorblindness

I should probably publish this discovery in Nature or some other peer reviewed journal. But what a hassle, so here goes: Graffiti is visible only in black or white. Yes, people often appear to see red when their homes and workplaces are bombed, but that’s only further proof that despite what you think you see, there is no gray area where graffiti’s concerned, let alone color.

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Graffiti Wall: Ich Bin Ein Venician

Graffiti Wall: Ich Bin Ein Venician

The Venice Pits, now known as the Venice Art Walls, are a point of contention in my neighborhood. They seemed like an apt metaphor for the tension between graff writers and taggers, and a general public that doesn’t much care that there can be a difference between the two.

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I'm a Big Filker!

I’m a Big Filker!

I made a major self-discovery while attending the 64th Annual World Science Fiction Convention: I’m a big filker! At least in spirit I’m a big filker. There is some question whether one may be considered a filker without actually filking with other filkers. Which I never got around to doing at the WorldCon.

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Import Scene: Hi-Actane, Multi-Culti, Custom-Car Culture Cluster#%$!

Import Scene: Hi-Octane, Multi-Culti, Custom-Car Culture Cluster#%$!

When it comes to Asian fusion, Wolfgang Puck has nothing on the import scene. By which I mean the custom car culture mash-up of Japanese cool, cars and motor sports, homegrown hip-hop and throbbing speed metal, drift cars and drag racing, tricked-out spokesmodels and homeboy car clubs, crotch rockets and rice burners, wide-body show cars, rampant commercialism, cosmetic body kits, pumping adrenaline and raging testosterone.

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Inside the Art Car Mind (Hide the Krazy Glue!)

Inside the Art Car Mind (hide the Krazy Glue)

The pure spectacle of art cars often overshadows consideration of what’s behind them: Who turned the Olds into a giant piece of sushi? What were they thinking? This vid explores the art car mind.

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berdman from venice

IS BROWNE FLIPPING THE BIRD?

Attention anyone who has ever seen those colorful, cartoon-cut-out doves that dangle from power lines over busy intersections from here to San Francisco, NYC and even London: Could Brown, the enigmatic, young street artist behind the berds (his werd), be using them to basically flip the bird?

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