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Ever wanted to go back in time to a different era? If, like me, you dream of jumping in a souped up Delorian and going back to a time gone by (for me, it's an obsession with the '50s) you can click here and check out how hot (or not) you would have been in a past life...

What will they think of next? The world Name Profiler was just launched today and it is the shit; simply type in your surname and the map shows you where around the world your people are littered! Amazing!

Australia's coolest "positions vacant" portal, VRAW, is back with some killer new careers. Just a taste of some of the jobs on offer includes a PR Showroom and Marketing Assistant position at Diesel; a  Fashion Assistant role at Andrea & Joen Shoes, Marketing Assistant job at Levi’s and Showroom Co-ordinator & Assistant Stylist at United Front Fashion House. Umm, rad much?? If you could see yourself laying out your pens at one of those desks then dust off the ol' CV and head to the VRAW website.

Oh Dame Helen, you were the toast of the columns one week and the roast the next.  Evs' girl - I still think you're rad.

A stampede of towering women will participate in a dash for cash with a twist tomorrow.
The Venus Embrace Smooth Stiletto Sprint will be held at the Sydney overseas passenger terminal, the Rocks.
The minimum requirements ask all ladies to slip their little footsies into three-inch heels in order to participate.  The winning dame will score $5,000 and a pair of Terry Biviano stilettos. So what are you waiting for? Charge!

Around the time I finished  highschool I went through that prerequisite literary wank phase. Now, there ain't nothing wrong with liking a good read or immersing yourself in the classics, the beats, the modernists, the Bukowski's, genet's, Sagan's and Carlos Williams' - I still do to this day. The "wank" part is the inncessant talking about it; the memorized poems and author trivia ready to recite to your fellow cultured friends as you smoke cigarettes and drink red wine/coffee (payed for by your arts allowance) and the withering stares directed at anyone who hasn't read the Dharma Bums. You've been there, possibly you still are. Anyway, during this time one of my favourite bon vivants to name drop was Harry Crosby. An enduring figure of the lost generation,  Crosby was born into a waaaay rich Boston banking family but kind of hit the skids during WW1 after joining the American Field Service to escape "Boston virgins" and finding out that war wasn't the lark he thought it would be. Upon returning to the US, Crosby met Mary Phelps Jacobs (a fellow Boston society child who also invented the modern bra) and promptly made her leave her husband, change her name to Caresse and move with him to France. The two spent their honeymoon locked for days in a hotel room with just each other and piles upon piles of books for company. Sweet! Although he had a banking job in Paris, crosby basically threw it in to take drugs, write average poetry, publish good poetry and run with fellow bohemians like E.E Cummings and Hemingway. Oh, Harry Crosby also frequently stated that he would be dead by age thirty and at thirty-one (when his booze & opiate heavy lifestyle hadn't already done him in) he found himself a gun and forever ensured himself a place in the memory banks of art students and budding members of the intelligentsia worldwide.

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