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An Indian Inventor Disrupts The Period Industry

In the first paragraph: "Fashioning his own menstruating uterus by filling a bladder with goat's blood..."

Henry Cow

This one embodies everything good about everything:



This one has their names:

Inspiration for the shortest days of the year

Make no mistake: this post is a not-veiled threat to Troll. If he doesn't resume participation in Le Taxi', I will happily expose his egg-bathing past.

Side-effects of modernity

"A physician in South Dakota reported that he sent a mass e-mail one night, full of foul language, to many friends and family inviting them to go on vacation to Mexico."

Courtesy RER.

Patron Saints of Snoot Snout: This thing

Ghost of Thanksgiving Future

Seriously, you bitches, why have we been celebrating our holidays apart? Something to think about when you're getting hammered on vodka on Xmas.

Life, A Senseless Terror

Accompaniment for a grim December weekend...

Proper feather strut

No, Stormy, you're not the only one. What I wouldn't give for this hairdo and similar elfy feathery fineries.

Scarved and feathered

Am I the only one waiting for O.D. to strike it rich so she can strut proper?

All tomorrow's hoagies

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Declared the “official sandwich of Philadelphia” by Mayor Ed Rendell in 1992 as part of the first Wawa Hoagie Day—now celebrated during Wawa Welcome America! Fourth of July festivities—the hoagie is a built-to-order sandwich on a long Italian roll, typically filled with deli meat and cheese, garnished with fresh lettuce, tomatoes and onions, and finished with a drizzle of oregano-vinegar dressing. Accounts of the hoagie’s origin vary greatly, and scholars are still debating exactly where and when the sandwich was conceived. Here’s a look at some of the colorful competing stories that continue to circulate:

The Hokie:
According to a 1967 article in American Speech, the word “hoagie” was first used in the late 19th or early 20th century among the Italian community in South Philadelphia. In those days, “On the hoke” was a slang term for a poor person. Deli owners would give away meat and cheese scraps on a long roll called a “hokie,” but Italian immigrants pronounced it “hoagie.”

The Hokey:
The Philadelphia Almanac and Citizen’s Manual tells of late 19th-century street vendors named “hokey-pokey men,” who sold antipasto salad, meats and cookies. When Gilbert and Sullivan’s opera Pinafore opened in Philadelphia in 1879, bakeries produced a long loaf called the pinafore, and the enterprising hokey-pokey men sliced it in half, filled it with antipasto and sold it as a “hokey,” a name that evolved into “hoagie.”

Late Night Hoagie:
In 1925, a Chester couple opened the A. DiCostanza grocery store, which stayed open past midnight to accommodate gamblers from the nearby Palermo’s bar. One night, a hungry card player walked to the back of the store when Catherine DiCostanza was cooking peppers and asked if she would make him a sandwich. She asked what kind of meat he wanted and he waved to the deli counter, and said, “Put everything you have in the case in it.” She took a loaf of Vienna bread and sliced it open and stuffed it. He asked her to put some of her peppers in, too. He left, and an hour later, the place was full of hungry gamblers asking for the same kind of sandwich, which would later be known as the hoagie.

Hoggies:
Italian immigrants working on the Hog Island shipyard during World War I (1914-1918) would bring giant sandwiches filled with cold cuts, spices and vegetables for their lunches. The workers were nicknamed “hoggies,” and over time, the name, with a different spelling, came to be attached to the sandwiches.

Hogans:
In another version, Italian workers at Hog Island brought these same type of sandwiches to lunch, and an Irish worker looked enviously at his Italian friend and offered to buy one if his wife would make two. The Italian man went home and said, “Tomorrow, make two sandwiches, one for me and one for Hogan.” Thereafter, everyone started to call the sandwiches “Hogans,” later shortened to hoagie.

King of the Hoggies:
During the Depression (1929-1939), an unemployed Philadelphian named Al DePalma went to Hog Island to find work on the shipyard. When he saw workers on their lunch breaks eating giant sandwiches, his first thought was “Those fellas look like a bunch of hogs.” Instead of applying for a job, he decided to open up his own luncheonette and listed the sandwiches on his menu as “hoggies.” During the late 1930s, DePalma joined forces with Buccelli’s Bakery and developed the perfect 8-inch roll. Later, during World War II, he turned the back room of the restaurant into a factory to supply sandwiches for the shipyard workers, thus earning him the nickname as “The King of the Hoggies.” Because customers kept calling them “hoagies,” he eventually changed the name.

I can feel you crawling in my hair tonight

"symmetrical phil collins"

Victorian Hair Workers International

Tampon Taxidermy Destinations:

Leila's Hair Museum

via Victorian Hair Workers International

Then the devil sang

While we're on the subject, I'd like to point out that Dennis Parker was by no means the biggest ecstatic freak strutting around midtown in the 70s. What these guys may lack in exquisite teeth they make up in...every other goddamn thing.

Always searching, never perching

Can we just be the Dennis Parker Appreciation Blog? Is that a famous mural at 2:22?

Alt title: Lookin atcha vs. gonna getcha

A cute cute in a stupid ass way

'Furter Sandwiches

I'm on a serious Lawrence Welk kick lately, and could easily write a 3 page essay on this video. It has all the characteristics of a good episode of the show, such as off lip-synching, and calling a hot dog a sandwich for no reason.

Rabelais, Patron Saint of Snoot Snout

Proto-'Taxi Heroics

All Tomorrow's Panties

I think I hadn't been giving the New York Dolls enough respect, and I wanted to rectify that. 99% inspired by RER, who is so proud.

Women's International Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell

Shit yeah, ladies. Hex them all. WITCH.

Romantic boyhood ranked by beard weight

Boil advisory

The bathroom series continues... this time with more buboes.

(Don't ask me what I was doing in Binghamton, NY)

Sonne statt Obama

Going to the store

Have I shown everyone the crazy walk I have ready at all times in case I should get into a cracky situation (crackheads with bats and white sneakers, Warriors-style)? Here's that walk in its purest form.

Titanium Beard Brother #1

The Big Ghost Chronicles




Also, here's how you post youtube videos on our blog people (PEOPLE):

Economic commentary: Bottoming

Really, Internet? Bottoming is a (messy) process and not an event?!

As usual Titus Rochelle has done it again.

Proof that the French are every bit as perverted as we suspect

Again with thanks to R. for sharing. Sorry about the trauma of discovery, though.

Pondering imponderables

Yes, let's hope so...

(Thanks and godspeed to R.)

Honoring a fine Taxidermist

Alexander "Steve" McQueen at the Met...

Snoot-snout brother in struggle

Going Greek in response to the proposed "austerity plan". Up the Athenians!

Finngerd redux: once more with latex

Art lately tends to remind me of the streets of Philadelphia. (I think that would be a Bruce Springsteen song if he weren't so afraid of pissing off the common man.)

Our animal correspondent at college

Fig. 2

This relates only to Delphina's recent descent into the class morass of an I.V. Leeg Ko'lodge

via

Summertime: Chillin outside in the dope jeep

Happy belated first day of summertime, from 2 Hyped Brothers & A Dog:

Like they're fronted by a singing moose

From Mutant Sounds: "Dag Erik Asbjornsen described this extraordinary acid rock/proto prog crew in Scented Garden's Of The Mind as sounding 'like they're fronted by a singing moose.'"

The suspense is killing me as I hope it is you.

(Former) Pennsylvanian's revenge

Santorum for President continuing recognition of his actions and utterances as a public servant!

From our Finland Correspondent

Naturally, that's (Tom of) Finland Correspondent. Thank god I have tenure.

Oh bondage up yours!

RIP Poly Styrene, 1957-2011.

Solar Boat Sighting

"The pharaohs, like the moth among the arc lights, had been entranced by the flaming journey of the sun. Some had even constructed, hopefully, their own solar boats. Perhaps, I thought, those boats symbolized the frail vessel of which Plato was later to speak--that vessel on which to risk the voyage of life, or, rather, eternity, which was inevitably man's compulsive interest." -- Loren Eiseley channeling Ray Manzarek

Dissolving children

Light is rather low so the photo's grainy but in person this was amazing.

For Delphina. Come visit so we can hunt for more of my neighbors' photographic detritus.

Representing the Neglected Codpiece. Word Up.

Runaway teabag

I am for some reason obsessed with the liberation struggles of pickles, tampons, and teabags...

Divine hippie

Ulf Rahmberg

You can brush by mustache.

It's International Women's Day!

Here Comes That Goddamn Jazz Bus Again

Used without permission from an old friend; will work on getting a better image.

via transcendental modernist:

1930s Slang of the Day: "Trip for biscuits"

Definition: A task that yields nothing.


image found via Google for the search 'melting biscuit' -- why fight google, especially when you are tripping for biscuits.

Igloo Tornado

by Justin Hall, via Future Shipwreck

Refer your disciplinary cases to the three-lobed burning eye

Advice for troutman via

Hey Ladies!

Threat or empty promise?:
Stormy will Poplock his way into Eternity

via

Work-related

In this three-some, I want to be the sticky red arms.

note the new tag: tails (how can that be the first one?)