The story I recall reading long ago in an old issue of CREEM magazine that I can’t find at the moment went something like this. Debbie Harry was spotted at CBGB’s by some fashion biz type from a slick magazine or a big modeling agency. He walked up to her, handed Debbie his card, and said, “Be there at 10 tomorrow. Name your price.” Debbie, who by then was already nearly thirty, and who had previously worked as a waitress and a Playboy bunny, threw the card away.
My lack of worldliness and poor political acumen are leaving me perplexed. Why would the Russians consider this woman to be a good candidate for training as an alleged spy? What made them think she could possibly be able to gain access to the private quarters of influential men? Here’s another picture of her I found, training in Russia.
Since returning from North Carolina I’m trying to get caught up on things I missed, and I’ve just learned that the Kinks’ original bassist, Pete Quaife, has died. How did all of these guys who were in their 20’s in the 1960’s get to be in their 60’s?? Don’t answer that!
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I’ve been getting a lot of fake mail lately, claiming to be from Amazon.com. Obviously, they’re phishing attempts. Be on the lookout yourself, because they’re very good imitations.
Historian and genealogist Denro sets us straight on the United State Census:
The countdown to the release of the 1940 Census on April 2, 2012 has begun! Genealogists are salivating already! You posted some concerns about the 2010 Census. There’s nothing new under the sun — detailed questions have always been asked, especially in the 20th Century. The Census is the Genealogist’s friend!
Just watch these films. They are actually on the Archives.gov site, but they have also been posted to YouTube. The 1st is a Patriotic Infomercial, 1940s style – “Cooperate” with a Census-taking Uncle Sam! “Census of Housing” is hilariously bad on the acting front — and filled with detail upon hilarious detail. I believe that David Lynch watched this one continually for 24 hrs. straight, and then made “Eraserhead.”
