Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
Gay Brothers Wanted (Street Fair Project)
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
CONFESSIONS OF A SUNGLASSES SALESMAN (Street Fair Project)
$200 sunglasses for $10 a pair? How is that possible?
Tell every customer what they want to hear. Don't let a young woman wait on a married man.
Watch a super haggler and a super salesman find common ground nd then reflect on their finding of common ground.
BLIP"s "MOST WATCHED' (Lessons learned #4A)
No one seems to have been able to watch this video as posted earlier.
It is actually the first part of the last of four vlogs I did as an experiment.
It plays for four minutes. Allow it to load before playing.
Parts #1, #2, #3 and #4B finale can be viewed by clicking on my list of posted vlogs or going to
www.randywickerreporting.blogspot.com
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
EAT THAT KITTY LITTER ! (Street Fair Project)
SIMON & GARFUNKLE AS THEY ARE (Street Fair Project)
Monday, February 13, 2006
BLIP'S "MOST WATCHED" (LESSONS LEARNED #4 A)
BLIP'S "MOSTY WATCHED" (#4 B FINALE)
Evidence mounts that the rate of hits determines ranking in the "most watched" list.
Basic incompatibility between Apple and Windows cause many problems. Randy Wicker realizes his own shortcomings. He shares his mistakes and urges others to do the same. Throught it all, the "secrets of the list" are slowly being revealed.
BLIP'S MOST WATCHED (LESSONS LEARNED #4 A)
You learn by doing. Mistakes are the greatest teachers. In this four minute vlog, Randy Wicker examines what he has discovered. The secrets of the list may be illusive but in this vlog, we discover some secrets and many mistakes Blip users might do best to avoid.
Because longer vlogs seem to have troubles at the moment, this summary has been divided into Part A & Part B.
SPANK THE MACHINE (Street Fair Project)
A young man sells T-shirts in Union Square. The 2000 contested Presidential election was his wake-up call. He preaches revolution with his left hand while raking in the bucks with his right. He's making money, dreams of starting spankthemachine.com and sets his sights on Boston afterconquering NYC.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
"MOST WATCHED" LESSONS LEARNED (#4 Finale)
Napoleon had his Waterloo. Randy Wicker faces his own stupidity in this confessional vlog.
Nevertheless, 'secrets of the list' slowly reveal themselves...
CARNIVAL CRUISE ENVY RANT (The Revolution Begins in Hoboken)
Saturday, February 11, 2006
TOPPING BLIP'S "MOST WATCHED" LIST (PART 3 0
Thursday, February 09, 2006
TOPPING BLIP'S "MOST WATCHED" LIST #1
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Kiss Me! I'm Gay! (Street Fair Project)
ALL ABOUT ANIMALS (Street Fair Project)
It's rare that you interview someone who tells you all kinds of things you don't already know. Like how intelligent and loving pigs are. Why branding dogs is a crime. The horrors behind the making of veal. How years of vegetarian eating results in your having a great figure at the age of 52.
Vloggers will see the great failure I encountered by having a black helper hold up a black sheet behind the person being interviewed. You could see him and nearly see the features of his face as well.
This is one of the most interviews I've done. What a pity that technical problems like transparent black sheets probably make it commercially unusable. Live and learn.
Monday, February 06, 2006
STRAIGHT MAN CAN'T EAT GAY STUFF (Street Fair Project)
CAMERA BOY BITCH FIGHT (Street Fair Project)
Good help is hard to find. Vloggers with a limited budget recruit whomever they can. You definitely get what you pay for. Underpaid help can get really bitchy as this short vlog shows.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
SEX VISUAL ART PROJECT (Street Fair Project)Adult theme
BUTCH/FEM WORK PROJECT (Street Fair Project)
Thursday, February 02, 2006
CLONING JESUS TO PISS OFF THE RADICAL RIGHT! (PART 1)
It had been a long and tiring day monitoring postings on the discussion boards of the Human Cloning Foundation. A lengthy parade of zealots had accused those of us who supported human cloning of playing God, assured us God was against cloning, even maintaining that children conceived through cloning would lack a soul.
There is something simultaneously arrogant and depressing about a fourteen year old telling you that she knows what God wants. I left the computer feeling like a monkey who was losing a banana-throwing contest.
I should fight these people on their own ground. I declared to a few friends who were gathered in my Greenwich Village Art Deco lighting shop. I should put the ball in their court. I should publish some Clone Jesus buttons just to get them stirred up.
You wouldnt do that! Charlie, a friend who had helped hand out packets of cloning literature during my 2001Congressional testimony, responded. That is really sick. If you did that, I would never speak to you again!
His outrage startled me. Actually, his emotionally overwrought response would move me to do the irrational and incomprehensible- order a batch of Clone Jesus buttons.
They came a few weeks later. I opened the box, shuddered, and closed it quickly. How could I, a responsible and visible advocate of human cloning, have been so foolish as to print them?
It was instinct. I had been the button king in the late 1960s .I really hated some of the best sellers in those days It Sucks and the smile buttonbut I had followed the market and met the demand.
Seeing CLONE JESUS in white letters on a black background simultaneously titillated and frightened me.
To clone anyone, you would have to have viable living cells. The idea of cloning Jesus was as much science fiction as was the story that some businessmen were going to clone Dracula.
Indeed, in August,2003, The Scripts Howard News Service would cause something of a fuss among established theologians by announcing: Filmmaker David Rolfe is planning to make a spine-chilling science fiction thriller about international power games and a cloned Jesus
Such debates were far from my mind as I fancied fighting nonsense with nonsense.
Certainly, cloning Jesus was a more worthy undertaking than cloning Hitler (Boys of Brazil). Id discovered that most people thought the idea of cloning Princess Diana was acceptable. Id gone to Central Park to a memorial service and handed out thousands of badges that were eagerly accepted by her admirers.
So, I had these joke buttons designed to push buttons. However, I really didnt want to be associated with them. They were babblings of idiocy.
After all, I was the major pro-human-cloning spokesperson, the worlds first human cloning activist, I didnt want to be associated with such nonsense.
Clone Jesus buttons would simply destroy whatever credibility Id achieved. On the one hand, I could only imagine what Rev. Jerry Falwell would have said had I the bad judgment to wear one while debating him on Fox-TVs Gibson Show.
The responsible side of me said: Throw them into the garbage. But the revolutionary in me knew I held Uranium 235 in my hands.
Being a human cloning activist means that you are taking on a public that is somewhere between eighty and ninety percent negative.. And most of that opposition is based solely on religious perspectives.
In any war, especially a war of ideas, one of the most effective techniques is to fire a stealth missile into the enemy camp to create confusion and pandemonium.
Better yet, on an intellectual level you change the meaning of the terminology. You redefine the debate. You make definitions obtuse. You change the parameters of the discussion..
Terminology always defines any debate. Our opponents tried to stick us with certain terminology. Cloning, they argued, was replication. Sorry, but cloning is reproduction by definition.
Reproduction is defined as passing your genes on to another generation Score one for the underdog. Score one for us!
The buttons sat for two or three weeks in the closed box that they had arrived in, like trapped aliens waiting to explore a new world.
Timidly, I gave one to a friend, a devout member of the Metropolitan Community Church, who promised me she would risk wearing it.
If someone, gets physically antagonistic, I counseled, you should take refuge in the idea that whenever you do good works, you are acting in Jesus behalf and are therefore cloning Jesus.
Thats theologically sophisticated, she agreed while pinning the first button onto her dress. I was flattered. Theology was one of the subjects that interested me the least.
The next night would present me with the person and the means to explore the Clone Jesus possibilities.
Coco was one of those people who inhabited my extraordinary life. She was a most unlikely friend of a retail merchant. She was mainly black and part American Indian.
Shed help me care for a roommate who had died of AIDS. I had taken her in for a couple years because I was lonely. Coco was good intelligent company.
Ultimately, she had been sent back to jail for three to seven years for selling a $10 bag of crack to an undercover officer on the street.
When she came out of jail, Id given her a chance at a normal life job and all. For several months, she seemed like a changed person. Then, warm weather arrived and the call of homeless life on the street and prostitution reclaimed her.
Homelessness is actually a state of mind. Whenever I challenged Coco about her circumstances at thirty-four years of age, she would always remind me that she had chosen this life at the age of fourteen.
Coco was a male who was small and had feminine features. She was what is today called transgendered. Those of us who knew her thought of her as a feminine personality although her physical sex was male.
When she panhandled, she preferred to use a wrap around her head. Frequently she would wear a wig.
People give more to homeless women. Coco explained when I asked why she wore a wig while panhandling.
Coco plugged into Housing Works where being HIV Positive entitled her to 28 day residences in certain assigned hotels. In the Bronx a large rat had pounced on the bed and scampered over her face while she slept. That was why she had chosen to crash on the kitchen floor of my Greenwich Village Art Deco lighting emporium on the Saturday before Mothers Day.
Resenting another request for funds, I decided to let Coco be my ambassador to the world. I pressed a bundle of Clone Jesus buttons into her hands and suggested she use them to get money.
Ultimately, I would discover that I had indeed found the means to confuse the enemy and change some of the parameters of the debate on human cloning.
(web address: http://www.clonerights.com)