The film, Tarnation both ends and starts with a Max Ehrmann poem entitled, Desiderata. Read it. It’s chock full of good advice. Tarnation, is an autobiographical documentary created by Jonathan Caouette that focuses on his adolescent and young adult relationship with his beautiful, but mentally-damaged mother, Renee LeBlanc. The most extraordinary thing 88-minute long film is that it’s composed of over 20 years from hundreds of hours of old Super 8 footage, VHS videotape, photographs and answering machine messages. From a very early age, Caouette until today, the actor/director basically set to recording himself and everyone around him at all times. And the movie incorporates a great deal of that footage in a rapid-edit breakneck speed that is both overwhelming, amazing, and illustrative of the constant onslaught of trauma and mental breakdown facing Caouette’s family throughout his life. The film was initially made for a total budget of $218.32, using free iMovie software on a Macintosh computer. As an early supporter, film critic Roger Ebert notes, $400,000 more was eventually spent by the distributor on sound, print, score and music/clip clearances to bring the film to theaters. The film went on to win awards including Best Documentary from the National Society of Film Critics, the Independent Spirits, the Gotham Awards, and the LA and London International Film Festivals. Read more about Caouette and see a brief clip of the film, after the jump!
Straight Hell top Stan pounds away at straight boy Harry’s virgin arse, stretching it painfully open, making him moan and whimper. Unable to escape the incessant anal abuse, Harry finds it in himself to attempt defiance. “Fucking pricks,” he growls, through gritted teeth. “Cunts.”
So Kyle, aka CockyBoy himself, went down to Vegas with his buddies Andrew Blue, Sean Preston, Jesse Santana, Tory Mason and a few of the other Cockyboys just to get out of L.A. for a bit and to partake in one of his favorite pastimes —gambling. They hit the casinos, played some roulette, some blackjack, you know all the usual shit. But the night didn’t get interesting until they all went back to the hotel room for a private game of poker. The stakes —winner got to fuck Andrew’s hot ass. Now, for those of you who haven’t watched Andrew’s other scenes, this boy is one RAVENOUS bottom.
Imagine if you could test for diseases using a handheld electronic device? Well, European collaborators have developed a medical device that could detect cancer, multiple sclerosis, and HIV much faster (and much less expensively) than current lab tests by detecting “biomarkers” (molecules in the human body which are often a marker for disease) in about 15 minutes. “The technology could be used in doctors’ surgeries for more accurate referral to consultants, and in hospitals for rapid diagnosis. Tests have shown that the biosensors can detect a wide range of analytes (substances being measured), including biomarkers present in prostate and ovarian cancer, stroke, multiple sclerosis, heart disease and fungal infections. The team also believes that the biosensors are versatile enough to test for diseases such as tuberculosis and HIV. The technology was developed through a European collaboration of researchers and commercial partners in a 2.7 million Euro project called ELISHA. ELISHA was co-ordinated by Dr Paul Millner from the Faculty of Biological Sciences at the University of Leeds, and managed by colleague Dr Tim Gibson. Says Dr Millner: “We believe this to be the next generation diagnostic testing. We can now detect almost any analyte faster, cheaper and more easily than the current accepted testing methodology.” It sounds pretty cool, though it’s doubtful that the item will be sold on the popular market. Also, no word yet on the full list of diseases the device will be able to diagnose or if the device is ever wrong.
La última revista TV Notas nos presenta un verdadero chulazo. No sabemos mucho acerca de Fencarlos Canela, sólo sabemos que nos encantaría comerle la boca. Si alguien sabe más acerca de este macho, déjanos un comentario.
Vía Boy Culture
