Dime Dailies: Three Things to Do in Atlanta This Weekend 3/26-3/28


A quick-and-dirty hat trick of things to do in the Dirty this weekend…

“The Allure of the Automobile”

WHAT: Walk it out like Andre 3000 to The High Museum for an evolution of roadsters “considered classics before the drastic change in production when cars were metal instead of plastic.” The exhibit runs through June 20 and features rare “rolling sculptures” from rocket-esque roadsters like the 1937 Dubonnet “Xenia,” to low-country-luxe 1948 Tucker Model 48 Torpedo.

WHY: In Atlanta, top-dollar rides are a dime-a-dozen; it’s worth the visit to see truly one-of-a-kind rides that show the art behind the artifice.

Artist Flashlight: Greg Mike

Pop Culture

This artist flashlight brings us back to the belly of the map – A.T.L.A.N.T.A. – to shine on the poptastic Greg Mike.

New York born and bred, but Tallahassee trained, this artist meshes graphic design, street art, creative, branding, and fashion design to create a style all too collaborative – but inevitably all is unique own.

Right when I was beginning to fumble and falter, this man made me remember why Forever I Love Atlanta – thank God for gallery exhibitions

The Devil’s Midnight Train to Georgia: Monster Ball – Atlanta

Pop Culture, Soundtrek

One doesn’t review Lady Gaga: they display their point of view of Gaga. Monster Ball is built upon a forced perspective; but with one like Gaga, within that parallel universe, the rigidity of her forced perspective allows for the creative mind of a monster to roam and wander endlessly in a world all their own.

If you want a review, YouTube Monster Ball and peruse the comments – she won’t mind: “Why do you come to my show if you’ve already seen it on YouTube? I’m just kidding, I’m really glad you came to my show.”

In the words of the enigmatic Pop matriarch, Madonna:

Today is the last day, that I’m using words; they’ve gone out, lost their meaning, don’t function anymore. Let’s get unconscious, honey.

In the sea of Gagaisms you know the words, you know the lyrics, you know the soundbites. There’s plenty to say about Monster Ball, but for a proper delve, the words have lost meaning in and of themselves. So, come take a look through my lens, and let’s get unconscious.


This is the Manifesto Of Little Monsters. There’s something heroic about the way my fans operate their cameras. So precisely, so intricately, and so proudly – like kings writing the history of their people. It is their prolific nature that both creates and procures what will later be perceived as The Kingdom. So, the real truth about Lady Gaga fans – my little monsters – lies in this sentiment: They are the kings. They are the queens. They write the history of the kingdom, and I am something of a devoted Jester. It is in the theory of perception that we have established our bond – or, the lie, I should say – for which we kill. We are nothing without our image, without our projection, without the spiritual hologram of who we percieve ourselves to be, or rather to become, in the future.

When you’re lonely, I’ll be lonely too. And this is The Fame.

Love and Art
Lady Gaga

First there’s the atmosphere: Whether blurred technicolor, or crystal clear black and white, hazed, dazed, confused, or completely coherent, Gaga is, and creates, an inescapable environment of all-encompassing art

A Dime, A Dozen: Britney Spears and T.I. –– Southern Phoenix

Pop Culture, Soundtrek

Round 4 of “A Dime, A Dozen” finds its focus on The South –– and the two who proved that it could indeed rise again: Britney Spears and T.I.

Britney Spears and Tip Harris: these two from the belly of the map went from trendy to trendsetting in two tales of pop glory that had many Northern Aggressors fearing a second coup d’etat from below. However, both Spears and Harris tumbled before reigning triumphant. It’s only a loss if you lose the lesson –– or weapon.

Straight shooter Lil’ Wayne once said, “This is Southern, face it. If we too simple then y’all don’t get the basics;” if nothing else, these two embodied the two most basic elements of American Pop this decade: “Sex Sells; Crime Pays.”

Unforgettable, Vol. 8: TLC – CrazySexyCool

Pop Culture, Soundtrek

T-Boz, Left Eye, and Chilli: from the shade of a summer block party, to the champagne room of your mans-an-em’s favorite bar. The move from Ooooooohhh… On the TLC Tip to CrazySexyCool, showed a growth during the two years in between that sounded like twelve –– age: ain’t nothin’ but a number. The anthemic urban contemporary album is a staple of 90s music; it is like any hustler’s down-bottom: your ride or die, never fail, glitzy/grimy when you need it to be, solid go-to. The group matured, but more importantly, they did so together. Their sophomore effort reflected the urban music world’s trinity: three distinct parts of the same unified entity. The sound and demeanor reflect a subdued confidence, the sleeper swag so indicative of 90s female R&B music. The title says it all, and it is really all you need: Crazy, Sexy, Cool.

F.I.L.A. Pic of the Patch: October 28, 2009


I like my BlackBerry, I love my BlackBerry, I loathe my BlackBerry… if only my Curve’s curves could talk — but that’s what its lens is for: a thousand words a snap. The frequency with which I use said camera means my Curve talks 24/7, and I’ve got enough BlackBerry shots to fill a whole pasture. For now though here’s today’s pic of the BlackBerry photo patch:

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I love this picture because I love the sheer connectedness of it: social media meets storytelling meets Border’s (signpost sanctuary of silent friends aka books), it all but screams engage. Border’s figures kids don’t read what traditional authors write, so maybe they’ll read each others thoughts — I like it.

Now for a little fodder to spark storytelling — backstory pondering rather …

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How did the Chicken Biscuit get there? Is it even a Chicken Biscuit? Is this the cows’ attempt at getting everyone — regardless of financial means — to “Eat Mor Chikin?” In retrospect should I have nabbed it after all… no, no to the last one. Today’s Pic of the Patch, definitely worth a noggin scratch.

Watch this space: Especially you Atlanta; it’s free food, in this economy, from Chic-Fil-A — might be the only Chic-Fil-A available on Sunday if everyone’s fingers stay sticky-free. Yet another reason why F.I.L.A. [Chic(ken) F(orever) I L(ove) A(tlanta)?] … free Southern (fried) Hospitality

Peachtree Speaks: Atlanta on Healthcare


As H1N1 claimed the life of its second Georgia citizen recently, it was an interesting day along Peachtree to see what the streets say about Atlanta’s take on Healthcare Reform…



can’t live without Grady …


but if the government is paying for your life-saving operation there, some Atlantans would rather die (bumper sticker: Government is not the solution to our problem. Government is the problem.)

Watch this space: What I see is public transportation emphasizing the importance of healthcare — the public good. While the man in this pickup truck is of a tad different ilk. Everything in the healthcare context: the driver may not be riding in a Benz, but at least 1) it’s his 2) the government doesn’t have their hands on it 3) he’s not sharing it with you … I wonder what his two cents are on Summer Rockefeller’s death of H1N1. I wonder if he’s donating any money to help her parents pay the medical bills — seeing as they both lost their jobs, health insurance, and daughter — because the government isn’t the solution to a problem like healthcare anyway…

As above, so below…

Pop Culture, Uncategorized

After a bit of confusion as to what to blog about, I’m going to veer off into the sociologist place for a bit, but still with the public communication slant. Every advertisement is a story, every label/bumper sticker/etc. is an advertisement, so we’ve got stories all around. Truth is stranger than fiction so why not shift focus to the people and products advertising reality…


Yeah, life is seeming very Trap-ish. Either way, Atlanta is a fascinating city that loves labels (from denim to demographics, and good gravy how many bumper stickers can one car have? Atlanta’s answer: not enough) so I’m going to take a second look at what Atlantans say about themselves without opening their mouths.

Ad a Day: ampm


It’s Saturday … let’s go short, sweet, Southern, and simple


So, that’s about as self-explanatory as it gets: 47 cents, 32 ounces, another Atlanta merchant not participating in the recession. Cheers! This one’s on Vick — a farewell round …

Watch this space: walk in to your local ampm with 2 quarters and a penny, walk out with 32 ounces of ice cold thirst-quenching (insert fountain beverage of your choice here) — bargain innit?

Ad a Day: Avril’s Car Wash


The South may be considered slow — backwards even — but with ads like this …


call it backwards, call it slow; but in Atlanta, simple seems to be the way to go. As Lil’ Wayne so eloquently said “This is Southern face it; If we too simple then y’all don’t get the basics.” What recession? Don’t be a victim, stand up and say “no, we won’t.” Problem solved, just that easy.

The so-called “economic recession” is a classic example of that infamous inside-the-beltway northern aggression mentality. “We will not participate in the recession;” is one step closer to the second secession.

Watch this space: Recessions are so Summer 2008 — just ask Jeezy, Mayor of the Trap