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(St. Louis, MO) -- Ike Turner says he's not upset with St. Louis officials for turning down a request to proclaim September 2nd "Ike Turner Day." The rock pioneer tells "The St. Louis Post-Dispatch" he's surprised by the attention the matter is receiving, noting he wasn't planning to perform to get an award and he's only interested in entertaining audiences.
But Turner does think he's deserving of the honor. He explains that he has been recognized with the key to the city in Memphis, yet his ties to the music community there pale in comparison to his contributions to the St. Louis scene. He also insists that his reputation as a misogynist -- which was behind the mayor's rejection of the proclamation request -- is, quote, "the biggest lie in the world." While he has admitted to hitting ex-wife Tina Turner during their marriage, he claims he was misrepresented in the biopic "What's Love Got To Do With It." He adds that he can't change the past, noting, quote, "All I can say, and I would only say this to her, is 'I'm sorry.' But I can't undo yesterday."
Turner's slated to perform at the two-day Big Muddy Blues Festival, which will take place in St. Louis over the Labor Day holiday weekend. He'll be the headliner to close the event on September 2nd.
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By Robin Givhan
Washington Post Staff Writer
Friday, July 20, 2007; C01
There was cleavage on display Wednesday afternoon on C-SPAN2. It belonged to Sen. Hillary Clinton.
She was talking on the Senate floor about the burdensome cost of higher education. She was wearing a rose-colored blazer over a black top. The neckline sat low on her chest and had a subtle V-shape. The cleavage registered after only a quick glance. No scrunch-faced scrutiny was necessary. There wasn't an unseemly amount of cleavage showing, but there it was. Undeniable.
It was startling to see that small acknowledgment of sexuality and femininity peeking out of the conservative -- aesthetically speaking -- environment of Congress. After all, it wasn't until the early '90s that women were even allowed to wear pants on the Senate floor. It was even more surprising to note that it was coming from Clinton, someone who has been so publicly ambivalent about style, image and the burdens of both.
The last time Clinton wore anything that was remotely sexy in a public setting surely must have been more than a decade ago, during Bill Clinton's first term in office when she was photographed wearing a black Donna Karan gown that revealed her shoulders. It was one of Karan's "cold-shoulder" dresses, inspired, Karan once noted, because a woman's shoulders remain sensuous and appealing regardless of her age.
Throughout Clinton's time as first lady, she wore clothes that were feminine and stately. But sexiness was not part of the image. Her second inaugural gown was by Oscar de la Renta. The original version of the gold lace dress had cap sleeves and a wide, jewel neckline. Clinton altered it so that it had long sleeves and a high, almost Victorian collar.
When she appeared on the cover of the December 1998 issue of Vogue, just after the Monica Lewinsky scandal had peaked, she wore another de la Renta gown, this one with a boat neck and long sleeves. She looked glamorous, regal and defiant. But one was not even tempted to mention the s-word.
By the time Clinton launched her first campaign for the Senate, she had found a desexualized uniform: a black pantsuit. Not a fitted, provocative suit, but merely an understated, flattering one. Clothes were off the table. End of discussion.
But as she has embarked on her campaign for president, she has given up the uniform. In its place has been a wide array of suits and jackets, in everything from dull khaki to canary yellow and sofa florals. Once again, she is playing the fashion field.
The cleavage, however, is an exceptional kind of flourish. After all, it's not a matter of what she's wearing but rather what's being revealed. It's tempting to say that the cleavage stirs the same kind of discomfort that might be churned up after spotting Rudy Giuliani with his shirt unbuttoned just a smidge too far. No one wants to see that. But really, it was more like catching a man with his fly unzipped. Just look away!
Not so long ago, Jacqui Smith, the new British home secretary, spoke before the House of Commons showing far more cleavage than Clinton. If Clinton's was a teasing display, then Smith's was a full-fledged come-on. But somehow it wasn't as unnerving. Perhaps that's because Smith's cleavage seemed to be presented so forthrightly. Smith's fitted jacket and her dramatic necklace combined to draw the eye directly to her bosom. There they were . . . all part of a bold, confident style package.
With Clinton, there was the sense that you were catching a surreptitious glimpse at something private. You were intruding -- being a voyeur. Showing cleavage is a request to be engaged in a particular way. It doesn't necessarily mean that a woman is asking to be objectified, but it does suggest a certain confidence and physical ease. It means that a woman is content being perceived as a sexual person in addition to being seen as someone who is intelligent, authoritative, witty and whatever else might define her personality. It also means that she feels that all those other characteristics are so apparent and undeniable, that they will not be overshadowed.
To display cleavage in a setting that does not involve cocktails and hors d'oeuvres is a provocation. It requires that a woman be utterly at ease in her skin, coolly confident about her appearance, unflinching about her sense of style. Any hint of ambivalence makes everyone uncomfortable. And in matters of style, Clinton is as noncommittal as ever.
The absinthe revival, which has been on the move for more than a decade, just took a leap forward.
For years, American aficionados of the banned beverage that inspired such artists as Vincent Van Gogh and Marilyn Manson, have made do with quasi-legally imported European brands or, worse yet, near-substitutes made without wormwood, the critical ingredient that gives absinthe its distinctive, biting taste.
You need wormwood to make real absinthe, but the herb is a tricky one to work with -- one of its key compounds, thujone, has long been considered the cause of the drink's supposed side effects: hallucinations, artistic inspiration, degeneracy and homicidal mania. Thujone has been prohibited as a food and drink ingredient in the United States since 1912.
But Ted Breaux, a chemist from New Orleans and one of the prime movers in the absinthe revival, has developed Lucid, a real absinthe made with real wormwood that can be legally sold in the United States.
For several years, Breaux has been working with a French distillery, faithfully reproducing a number of classic absinthes based on chemical scans of the contents of vintage bottles. The scans accord with recent research and contradict the traditional theory that thujone is absinthe's magic ingredient.
"When I tested bottles of vintage absinthe," he says, "I was surprised to find they contained very little thujone."
Many of the Eastern European imports, spirits with strange neon colors, advertise "ultra-high thujone" levels in some of their products, no doubt figuring that if thujone is grounds for banning, it must be a selling point.
Breaux has no respect for these colorful wannabes.
"If a maker or seller has to depend upon promoting myths and misinformation about thujone to sell a product, that is a fairly reliable indicator that said product is sorely lacking in quality and authenticity," he says.
If authentic, handcrafted absinthes contain very little thujone, there's no reason one couldn't be marketed in the United States. By manipulating factors including the climate, season and regions from which he harvests his herbal ingredients (including wormwood), Breaux developed his concoction. Lucid Absinthe, marketed by Viridian Spirits, passed the U.S. regulatory test for thujone and arrived on American shelves in May at $60 a bottle.
Even though detractors say an absinthe without thujone is worthless, Lucid immediately sold out. Kamal Mukherjee of Borisal Liquor in Brooklyn, New York, sold 36 cases in one week.
Clearly, there's a market for a true legal absinthe -- but how does it taste? I sampled Lucid alongside a few of its competitors: Absente, which is made with southernwood rather than wormwood; Breaux's own Verte Suisse 65; and two Czech absinthes named Absinthium 1792 and Oliva. As prescribed, I trickled ice water into each one. I omitted the customary sugar cube except where necessary. As the water mixed with each absinthe, the liquid clouded while its aroma blossomed and filled the room.
Absente has a pleasant bite, but also an artificial-tasting, one-note Good & Plenty sweetness. Lucid is considerably drier and more herbal-tasting. Lucid's anise taste is prominent but not overwhelming -- it harmonizes with the other elements of the flavor, resulting in a sophisticated complexity. But the Verte Suisse is on another level entirely, with soft notes of wood and earth, spice and flowers, and an evocative depth of flavor. If the absinthe of old was really like this, I can see why it had such a maniacal following.
After the Verte Suisse, almost anything would be a letdown, but the two Czech examples seemed particularly poor. Absinthium 1792 has the shocking aquamarine color of an oral-hygiene product, and it separates into an insalubrious-looking pair of opaque layers when it clouds. Its minty-fresh, sweet, alcoholy flavor is generic and inoffensive. The Oliva tastes less artificial but decidedly more toxic. Even after I dissolved two sugar cubes into my glass, the yellow-green liquor tasted acridly of wormwood and mint, with hardly any anise, and lingered drily on my tongue. It reminded me of the time I chewed a catnip-filled sock to see what all the tail-chasing fuss was about.
Did any of them produce hallucinations? No, although even the mellow Lucid gave me a headache within a few minutes. I'll continue to sip my expensive, imported bottle of Verte Suisse ($170 including shipping) and bate my breath until there's a premium American absinthe that comes close.
(Washington, DC) -- The Washington Hospital Center's Blood Donor Center says they're in critical need of blood donations right now. What makes the problem even worse is that while they're used to shortages every summer, this year's has cropped up sooner than expected. Especially in need is the universally used Type-O blood, the kind most often used in blood transfusions and surgeries. The Blood Donor Center is asking anyone, but especially those with Type-O blood, to drop by their Irving Street location Thursday and Friday to donate. Officials there say on average around the country, only five-percent of the population donates blood.
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NASA Purchases $19M Russian Space Toilet
"NASA has paid $19 million for a Russian-built international space station toilet system. The toilet system, similar to the one already in use in the station's Zvezda Service Module, is scheduled to arrive at the space station in 2008 and will offer more privacy for a crew expected to double from three to six by 2009. The space station toilet physically resembles those used on Earth, except it has leg restraints and thigh bars to keep astronauts and cosmonauts from floating away. NASA says purchasing the multi million dollar toilet is a bargain compared to developing one from scratch."
NASA buys $19 million Russian toilet for space station
Associated Press
CAPE CANAVERAL, FLA. — In space, a loo costs a lot.
NASA has agreed to pay $19 million for a Russian-built toilet system for the international space station. The figure may sound astronomical for a toilet in space, but NASA officials said it was cheaper than building their own.
"It's akin to building a municipal treatment center on Earth," NASA spokeswoman Lynnette Madison said Thursday, explaining the cost of the new toilet system.
Also, astronauts are familiar with how it works since it's similar to one already in use at the space station. The new system will be able to transfer urine to a device that can produce drinking water.
The new system is scheduled to be delivered to the U.S. side of the space station in 2008. It will offer more privacy than the old toilet system, which will definitely be needed: The space station crew is expected to grow from three to six people by 2009.
The system will be installed on the American side, and the current toilet system on the Russian side will remain in place.
The space station toilet physically resembles those used on Earth, except it has leg restraints and thigh bars to keep astronauts and cosmonauts in place. Fans suck waste into the commode. Crew members also have individual urine funnels which are attached to hoses, and the urine is deposited into a wastewater tank.
Crew members using the current toilet system on the Russian side must transfer tanks of their urine to a cargo ship, which burns up in Earth's atmosphere once undocked from the station.
The $19 million toilet system was part of a larger contract valued at $46 million that NASA signed this week with RSC Energia, a Russian aerospace company. The extra equipment includes software updates for the station's inventory management system, a spare air pump and engineering support for a mechanism which allows space shuttles to dock with the space station.