tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610803938756668468.post2168276443144702608..comments2024-03-28T07:08:58.221-04:00Comments on Todd Seavey: Retro-Journal: Hepcats and Hong Kong People in Late 1997Todd Seaveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589187886030112999noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610803938756668468.post-6926837028871196372008-08-04T21:44:00.000-04:002008-08-04T21:44:00.000-04:001) The Marxist photographer was Alan Chin;2) You c...1) The Marxist photographer was Alan Chin;<br><br>2) You couldn’t swing a dead cat in NYC in the mid-90s without hitting a libertarian-slash-satanist-S&M enthusiast, and he usually had a Prince Albert;<br><br>3) Dan Raspler <i>is</i>a fascist! <br><br>Oh, and re: Title XI: Screw you, Seavey! I’m gonna take my ball and go home…Janet, vanity-googling againhttp://www.janetharvey.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610803938756668468.post-28699597156329559912008-03-07T12:21:00.000-05:002008-03-07T12:21:00.000-05:00The eighteenth century rocked.The eighteenth century <em>rocked</em>.Kolihttp://thoughtoven.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610803938756668468.post-1677935213400700782008-03-07T10:23:00.000-05:002008-03-07T10:23:00.000-05:00I can’t think of anyone I’d rather go out drinking...I can’t think of anyone I’d rather go out drinking with than P.J. O’Rourke.Dylannoreply@blogger.com