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Friday, January 6, 2012

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Manchurian Candiate

Shades of the 2000 Republican Presidential Nomination race and how Bush detailed John McCain..

Former Utah Governor John Huntsman, who is a dark horse in any counting, is being attacked in a video tarketing New Hampshire voters with a "Manchurian Candidate" campaign showing his adopted son, who is of Chinese birth. The adoption occured as a baby "to save his life."

The story from CBS News (click here for video):


Ron Paul's campaign is calling on the person who put up a video deeming Jon Huntsman a "Manchurian candidate" to take the spot down, calling it "disgusting."

The video, posted to YouTube by someone identifying him- or herself as a Paul supporter (the username is "NHLiberty4Paul"), is at left. It shows Huntsman, the former U.S. ambassador to China, talking to his adopted daughter in Mandarin, deems him "The Manchurian Candidate" and asks "what's he hiding?" Over generic Chinese-themed music, it asks if "China Job's daughters" are "even adopted" and caricatures him as former Chinese leader Mao Zedong. The video ends with a call to vote for Paul.

"The video is disgusting," Paul campaign chairman Jesse Benton told Hotsheet, adding that whoever "put that up should remove it immediately."

Paul's New Hampshire communications director Kate Schackai told RealClearPolitics and CBS News' Scott Conroy the Paul campaign had nothing to do with the spot.

Huntsman criticized the spot when asked about it Friday in New Hampshire.

"If somebody wants to poke fun at me for speaking Chinese, that's OK," said Huntsman, who has seven daughters, two of whom are adopted, one from China and one from India. "What I object to is bringing forward pictures and videos of my adopted daughters and suggesting there is some sinister motive there."

On Thursday night, the Huntsman campaign called on the Paul campaign to condemn the spot.
Huntsman, the former Utah governor, has spent months campaigning almost exclusively in New Hampshire in hopes of a stronger-than-expected showing in next Tuesday's primary. Polls show him with support hovering around 8-10 percent, far below Mitt Romney (who takes about 40 percent support) and Paul, who is polling around 17 percent.

Full CBS News coverage: Ron Paul
Full CBS News coverage: Jon Huntsman
The story from CBS News (click here for video):

Jon Huntsman's Values

This Tea Party ROCKS!

 And Wants To Cash In

 On The Tea Party's Facebook page, bassist Stuart Chatwood, guitarist Jeff Martin and drummer Jeff Burrows describe their music as having "blues, progressive rock, Indian and Middle Eastern influences."
Dave Torbett
  On The Tea Party's Facebook page, bassist Stuart Chatwood, guitarist Jeff Martin and drummer Jeff Burrows describe their music as having "blues, progressive rock, Indian and Middle Eastern influences."
If you direct your browser to TeaParty.com, you will not find a site devoted to the political movement of the same name. What you will find is the Internet home of The Tea Party, a Canadian rock band that has owned the domain name since the early '90s.

Now, with seemingly no shortage of would-be buyers, the band is hoping to cash in.

The Tea Party may not be well-known in the U.S., but they're pretty big in Canada. They got started in Toronto in 1990 and took their name from the poetry and hash-smoking sessions of Beat Generation writers Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac. By the early 2000s, The Tea Party had recorded eight albums, toured the world and sold 1.6 million records. They broke up in 2005, then got back together; and all along, the band got offers to sell its website.

"There [were] a bunch of small people kicking the tires and seeing if we'd be interested," says Tea Party bassist Stuart Chatwood. "But the first real political offer came in this summer."

Chatwood doesn't want to say who made that offer, but he will say it was "significant."

"It had a mid-seven-digit back-end to it, and it was like, whoa — all of a sudden we realized that, you know, our little house that we had built happened to be sitting right on top of a gold mine."

Selling To The Highest Bidder
Chatwood won't say much about his politics, except that he's very happy with his Canadian socialized medical care.

He says his first thought was to sell the site to Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert, but when that didn't work out, the band decided to simply sell to the highest bidder. They hired domain-name broker Sedo, which sold Sex.com for $13 million in 2010, to help them out. Sedo spokeswoman Kathy Nielsen says she doesn't think TeaParty.com will fetch as much as Sex.com did, but — between its traffic numbers and its search value — it could still be worth more than a million dollars.

"Say it's a Tea Party group that needs it for fundraising," Nielsen says. "They can make a business case out of it."

Others are predicting a more modest price, in the low- to mid-six figures.

"This is one of those types of domains where shelf life or timing is so critical," says Bill Sweetman, general manager of Yummy Names, a company that connects companies with domain names. "Right now, the domain looks like it might be worth a lot. But after the election, this domain could be worth almost nothing. So it's a bit of a gamble.

Another big question is where the money will come from. The Tea Party movement doesn't have a centralized, top-down organization, and some of the better-funded groups — like the Tea Party Express and the Tea Party Patriots — already have websites. Sweetman says those groups will still have to consider buying TeaParty.com, if only to block their political rivals from doing the same.

"How much would they pay to keep this out of the hands of another group or a party or somebody that wanted to put up sort of an anti-Tea Party website at that great domain name?" he says. "Keeping it out of the hands of the wrong people is certainly worth something to them. How much? Time will tell."

Letting TeaParty.com Go
No matter what happens, the proposed sale has already worked out well for the band. The Tea Party reunited last year and went back on tour for the first time in six years. Bassist Stuart Chatwood says all the unexpected media attention on the band's website certainly helped promote those shows, but in the end the site is probably worth more to somebody else.

"As a band, we rely on Facebook and Twitter," he says. "The website is still very important, but we can easily rename our website to something else and continue on, business as usual. But to someone else, just the purity of TeaParty.com is just so valuable."

The Tea Party's broker expects a deal to close in the next few months, so the next time you click on TeaParty.com, the site could be singing a very different tune.

From National Public Radio's All Things Considered, click here.

Meanwhile somewhere in the Delta Quadrant...

To live is to choose. But to choose well, you must know who you are and what you stand for, where you want to go and why you want to get there. 
-Kofi Annan

Iowa Nice (CLEAN VERSION) / Not what you think after this election

My CSN

CSN to launch MyCSN call center on Monday: The call center number is 651-5555. The hours of operation are Monday – Friday, 9:00 am – 7:00 pm. Representatives will be able to:

• Reset student passwords
• Provide assistance with navigating MyCSN
• Answer general CSN questions

Representatives will not be able to provide specific details about a student’s account/record at this time. However, any call that is received that is beyond our ability to assist will be routed to the appropriate department and/or designee.

It may not be who who think singing on screen...

http://www.barbaralea.com/Dubbers/dubbers.html

MOVIE DUBBERS

Compiled by Ray Hagen, Laura Wagner, Steven Tompkins et. al.
Last updated: December 19, 2011
This list is a result of more than forty years of compulsive- obsessive data-gathering by the above trio, separately. When our paths crossed a few years ago we combined our lists together.
Finding out who dubbed who in the 70-plus years of sound movies is a fairly daunting task since until relatively recently such information was kept secret by the movie studios who carefully guarded the reputations of their contract players. But in recent years the explosion of books and articles on every aspect of filmmaking has made the task somewhat easier, contradictory as different sources may be. Laura Wagner in particular has spoken to many of these dubbers. To credit every source would be impossible, there've been so many. 

Included are not only the singers but credits for "dancers" who couldn't dance, "musicians" who couldn't play, and even a few actors who couldn't talk too good. 

What's NOT here, obviously, is data on stars who did their own singing. But some stars sang for themselves in some movies but were dubbed in others. Barbara Stanwyck, for example, "sang" in seven movies but was only dubbed in three of them, so only those three are included here. Also, some stars were only partially dubbed in a film, doing their own singing for some of the songs but not all of them, or even singing parts of songs with only the more demanding passages dubbed. In those cases we've noted that the dubbing is only partial. (But if you don't find a listing here for a specific title you're wondering about, it doesn't necessarily mean the singer wasn't dubbed, it may mean we just don't have the information.) 

And finally, there's one legendary dubbing credit you won't find here. For years it's been accepted as gospel that Andy Williams dubbed Lauren Bacall's vocals in "To Have & Have Not." The story has become something of an urban legend, but sorry folks, that was Bacall's own voice. Williams, then an unknown singer doing dubbing work in Hollywood, was hired by director Howard Hawks to record the songs because he couldn't find a female singer with a low enough voice, but when Bacall began singing along with the playback he found that he liked her voice better, so he scrapped Williams' recordings and she did the songs herself. If the story sounded too good to be true ... it was.
This project has always been, and remains, a lifetime work-in- progress. Any additions and/or corrections are most welcome. 


Andrews Sisters' "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy Of Company B"

The party's over On-the-scene: recapping the holiday season

By my good friend Michael Toole, writer for CityLife and other publications..
THERE HAS TO BE A MORNING AFTER

The Strip. New Year's Day. 5 a.m.

Las Vegas Boulevard looks like it has a hangover. Although most of the trash has been cleared from the street, piles of debris cling to the curbs. Plastic cups, empty bottles, confetti, tissues and more confetti erupt from trash cans outside Planet Hollywood.

One couple is having a fight. Another is trying to hail a cab. The driver peels off after they tell him where they want to go, leaving them on the curb.

"Aw, thanks, man!!!" he shouts.

Of course, most of the 300,000 or so estimated partiers have gone home by now, leaving the streets to the dedicated drinkers and the cleanup crew. Even at 5 a.m., maybe a thousand revelers wobble down the sidewalks, navigating an obstacle course of power hoses and leaf blowers, which can also be used to blow trash, creating miniature squalls of confetti and streamers.

The man behind the power hose doesn't speak much English, but he looks happy that he's starting the New Year with a job, even if it's temporary. I can feel the sticky difference between the sidewalks he's cleaned and the ones he hasn't. Combined, spilled drinks, urine, sweat and vomit create a powerful glue. The dirty concrete releases my feet with sickening gasps.

More workers comb the medians with yard-long grabbers, picking up stray cups and empty bottles. They wear reflective vests and work pants. This small army of maintenance men (and a few women) has already restored order to most of the Strip. Just a few hours earlier, hundreds of thousands of people and their trash filled the road. The county cleared the road and reopened it to traffic by 3 a.m. Two hours later, the maintenance crew picks the last pieces of trash off the medians.

The hotels are a different story. Many have already cleaned up, but Planet Hollywood is still a mess and so is the Imperial Palace, where the bartenders still pour drinks and generally carry on like it's minutes before midnight.

New Year's Eve is mostly an excuse to get really, really drunk and act ridiculous. For a lot of people, an important part of that tradition is putting something stupid on your head. Some women wear bunny ears and the men wear paper top hats. Then there's the one guy who must have found himself embarrassingly hatless. Instead of showing his head to the world, he scooped up a traffic cone and donned it instead.

The crowd at 5 a.m. is just about evenly split between happy drunks, with paper horns and fresh drinks, and cranky drunks who should have been in bed hours ago. Lots of couples are fighting. A few are hooking up. At least one guy is passed out in front of a slot machine at the Flamingo. Nobody bothers him.

There are two hot spots on the Strip at this hour. Drai's After Hours is still packing them in. The crowd waiting to get in fills part of the casino at Bill's Gambling Hall. The other establishment with a lengthy wait is Denny's, which is pumping out a cloud of warm, bacon-scented air.

By 6 a.m., two tow trucks have pulled up on the east side of the Strip. One begins hauling away the last of the portable toilets. The other is picking up an SUV parked on the curb. Its owner is in handcuffs and on his way to a squad car, arrested for DUI.

The sun creeps over the mountains, casting an ashen light on the buildings and people. About half the crowd has disappeared in the last hour. Mostly the cranky people. The rest seem content to ring in the New Year the proper way -- by waiting until the sun comes up. I get a hearty "Happy New Year!" from a guy with a yard-long beverage and pass a couple sharing a sweet kiss. The maintenance team at Planet Hollywood is getting to work on those piles of trash. By noon, New Year's Eve will be a hazy memory. AMY KINGSLEY

CHRISTMAS EVE AT THE TURNING POINT CAFE

I was out most of the night, catching up with a few people, and since I've been slumming in major cities lately, it didn't faze me to wander downtown from dusk 'til dawn.

I didn't intend to stop by this place on Christmas Eve morning, but I found myself walking toward the alley off California and Main, and I was caught by some of the artwork and graffiti in the back, with its florid purple and blue and Pac Man-influenced imagery. Since I had just enough for a small item and a tip, I didn't resist the urge to walk around front (where the design is a touch more subdued) to get some stomach fuel.

Aptly titled, the Turning Point Café is run by Alcoholics and Narcotics Anonymous, and inside there are many ceremonial plates proudly stating someone's sobriety. Aside from that, the décor is minimal. But the grub is cheap. I went back and forth between the breakfast burrito and pancakes -- both clocked in under $3.

"What'll it be?" asked the tattooed waitress.

"The pancakes." I figured you really can't trip up flapjacks and unless you try.

I wasn't looking for conversation, but that didn't stop others from trying.

"Hey, what's up?"

It was an elderly man, with a ruddy, round face that needed only a white beard to get Santa bookings at your local mall.

"Not much ... and you?"

"I'm good."

He kept searching my face.

"Dave, right?"

"No, Mike."

"Oh. You look like Dave."

"Handsome devil, eh?"

"He could be, if it weren't for ..."

At which point he went into a coughing spell and headed to the bathroom. Now I'll never know what became of Dave.

A steady stream of people walked into a back meeting room, and no, their clothes were not all disheveled and their teeth were not all stained. Forget what TV wants you to believe about addiction, some people are just trying to strive for more without going through all the theatricalities.

I overheard conversations in the dining room: about seeing a loved one for the first time in a while, getting some things out of hawk, staving off eviction for another month. The stories, despite the familiarity of their themes, weren't repetitive or boring. It was more about bonding and encouragement, done in a dry, unsentimental way that didn't allow cynicism or pity.

My pancakes were fine and the coffee -- well, it contained enough caffeine to keep me going for the day. The bill fell under $5.

As I was about to leave, the cook called out:

"Don't forget to join us free for Christmas dinner. We're gonna have all the trimmings."

I thanked him, but I knew I wouldn't take advantage of that. While I've had some troubles of late, I still had better fall-back options than do some others, so I could not take that dinner out of someone's hands. Besides, something tells me "Dave" could use that meal more than me.

MICHAEL T. TOOLE
CityLife