Most Successful USA Car - Citicar

This car called Citicar is an electric car which was manufactured by one American company in the 70’s.

The Citicar was produced between 1974 and 1977 by a U.S. company called Sebring-Vanguard, Inc., based in Florida. The Citicar is the most produced electric car in American automobile history. Produced between 1974 and 1977, by Sebrin Vanguard Inc., Citicar is the most produced electric car in the history of American car manufacturing. Powered only by batteries, the golf-cart sized Citicar reached a top speed of 63km/h and was a big hit especially during the fuel crisis of the ’70s.

In 1976, Sebring Vanguard sold enough electric cars to secure the number 6 spot in the top American car manufacturers. Although the company went bankrupt in 1977, the Citicar design was acquired by Comuter Vehicles and produce in many variants.

The most impressive is its appearance. It would totally make my day, if I saw it on the roads

MD News Desk: Holy Musical Number!

Keep up to date with all the latest from the entertainment world with the MD News Desk:

Out in Film:
- Neil Patrick Harris stars as "The Music Meister" in a sneak peek of what may be the gayest Batman episode ever.
- Seth Rudetsky chats with Tony Award winner Michael Rupert and the hilarious playwright Christopher Durang.
- Ian McKellen on his "geek projects", The Hobbit and X-Men Origins: Magneto.
- Matt Lucas has officially withdrawn from the West End production of Prick Up Your Ears following the death of his ex-husband Kevin McGee.
- Tell Them Anything You Want: A Portrait of Maurice Sendak, the documentary about the Where the Wild Things author, is now playing on HBO.
- Make the yuletide gay: The Michael Feinstein & David Hyde Pierce Holiday Show plays New York in December.
- Paul O'Grady to succeed Pamela Anderson (!) as the Genie of the Lamp in London's Aladdin seasonal pantomime.
- Make it work: Tim Gunn to cameo as himself in Sex and the City 2.
- Jonathan Groff, Tony nominated star of stage (Spring Awakening) and screen (Taking Woodstock), officially came out at the National Equality March in Washington, DC last weekend.
- L Word creator Ilene Chaiken teams up with The CW for Confessions of a Backup Dancer.
- Queer as Folk's Randy Harrison to play Andy Warhol in the "musical whodunit" Pop!
- Looks like Carol Leifer (along with gay faves Cyndi Lauper and Sharon Osbourne) will be on the next Celebrity Apprentice.
- Work Out star Jackie Warner is returning to Bravo with a new weight loss show, Thintervention.
- It's an Honor: Tony Kushner at the 13th annual Courage Awards, Lanford Wilson at the 2009 Dramatists Guild Awards, Tennessee Williams inducted into the Poets' Corner, and Wanda Sykes and Miss Coco Peru at the LA Gay & Lesbian Center Gala.
- Gus Van Sant and Bret Easton Ellis will team up for The Golden Suicides.

Videodrone:
- Speaking of the National Equality March, here's the cast of Hair singing "Let the Sunshine In" and a Towleroad interview with tribe leader Gavin Creel.
- Dancing with the Stars Watch: Kelly Osbourne and Louis Van Amstel find that "life is a Cabaret".


Hands Off the Merchandise:
- Have you ever wanted to curl up in a nice warm Tauntaun? Soon you may be able to in the next best thing, an Empire Strikes Back-themed sleeping bag ... complete with intestine lining!

Women We Love:
- Sharon Stone gets some Satisfaction.
- 90210 update: Shannen Doherty will be Growing the Big One (a pumpkin, that is) for Hallmark, while Tori Spelling will return to Bravo for a fifth season of Tori & Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood.
- Bernadette Peters will return to the Broadway stage next month for A Special Concert for Broadway Barks Because Broadway Cares.
- "I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want" ... how about a Spice Girls musical?
- Joan Collins opens up about her wicked life to The Advocate.

Movie Music:
- "La Bambi": Los Lobos Goes Disney on their new album, available October 27. Click hereto pre-order from Amazon.com.
- The music video for Adam Lambert’s "Time for Miracles" (a.k.a. "The Love Theme from 2012") will premiere in theaters playing with the Michael Jackson doc This Is It.

Awards Watch:
- Seeing double with this year's potential Oscar nominees.
- A closer look at this year's Foreign Language Film contenders.

Out of the Celluloid Closet:
- AfterEllen.com examines the lesbian subtext of such recent films as Whip It and ... Hannah Montana?


Cinematic Crushes:
- Author Frank Anthony Polito remembers 80's heartthrob Jon-Erik Hexum.
- John Stamos puts on a happy face for Bye Bye Birdie and gives the word, hummingbird, on his gay fans and gay icon girlfriends.
- Gilles Marini's French lover "could be it" for Brothers & Sisters' Sarah Walker.
- The Vampire Diaries' Ian Somerhalder has signed to top line the romantic gothic fairy tale Cradlewood.
- Chris Messina, the hunky star of Julie and Julia and Vicky Cristina Barcelona, makes a deal with Devil.

this is not a sync post

toure:

some thoughts i thought i'd share...

this is not a pipe. nor is it a painting of a pipe.

nothing seduces us quite like simple truth. except maybe the complex lie.

my recent work regarding Wonderland and the whimsical work discussed here at the Whole has really unsettled me. i dont like having my ideas of truth fucked with. what else do i have?

i need something solid in all this.

a few weeks back, discussions at The Blob regarding Sigourney Weaver et al had me questioning my own existence as a unique being. i felt the solid ground of my previous studies on Ego turn to clouds of questions. these clouds gave me my Wonderland series (by way of the circular logic of ferris wheels and eyes), and now thanks to Wiz's Arkham, once again, i feel cloudy uncertainty.

"What is real?
How do you define real?"
-Morpheus

this poster does not have a scent. this is not a poster.
it is not raining food.

i went to a friend's album release party last night, and i met a woman named Kanika who i can only describe as a goddess. she recognized my energy as a seeker of truth (she quoted afrikan proverbs! in a bar!) and i was captivated by hers. in the moment, there in her eyes, nothing else mattered. well not really. that's a lie. i felt like nothing else mattered. truth is, the world didn't stop turning.

the experience reminded me of a strongly-worded comment from The Patternist in which a reader challenged my use of the term goddess to describe Beyonce. i couldn't really defend myself soundly. who was i to say who is a goddess and who is not?

i told my friend that night that the woman was the meaning of life. but, i was pretty drunk. she could have just been a very beautiful lie.

this is not a kiss


this is not Beyonce

my most recent post over at the patternist discusses the duality of the red and white queens from Alice's Adventures in wonderland. the first people to take to the dance floor last night were twin sisters; one's hair was platinum blonde, the other's was dyed blood red.

if both faces of the sacred feminine are truth, then in a way, they are also both lies.

in Beautiful Liar's Beyonce and Shakira, i find two images of woman;

this is not a metaphor

the delicate flower, the captive porcelain doll

and the raw passion, emotion, the force of mother nature

both of those descriptions of woman feel as true as they do false. this also describes much of the musing done here at the Whole. there is something real and true happening here, but so much of it is based on illusion. john travolta is not zeus. ryan reynolds is not an amnesiac god [cool term though].

jim carrey is not ebenezer scrooge, and his new movie will not actually be shown in 3 dimensions. funny red and blue glasses do not transcend dimensions of real.

again, not really 3D. those balloons will not lift that house.

the boy was not in the balloon, NASA did not bomb the moon [how ridiculous]... oh wait... maybe they did. maybe i'm wrong about all this.

does it matter?

i sure hope so. i need something solid in all this.

.

this is not a sync post

toure:

some thoughts i thought i'd share...

this is not a pipe. nor is it a painting of a pipe.

nothing seduces us quite like simple truth. except maybe the complex lie.

my recent work regarding Wonderland and the whimsical work discussed here at the Whole has really unsettled me. i dont like having my ideas of truth fucked with. what else do i have?

i need something solid in all this.

a few weeks back, discussions at The Blob regarding Sigourney Weaver et al had me questioning my own existence as a unique being. i felt the solid ground of my previous studies on Ego turn to clouds of questions. these clouds gave me my Wonderland series (by way of the circular logic of ferris wheels and eyes), and now thanks to Wiz's Arkham, once again, i feel cloudy uncertainty.

"What is real?
How do you define real?"
-Morpheus

this poster does not have a scent. this is not a poster.
it is not raining food.

i went to a friend's album release party last night, and i met a woman named Kanika who i can only describe as a goddess. she recognized my energy as a seeker of truth (she quoted afrikan proverbs! in a bar!) and i was captivated by hers. in the moment, there in her eyes, nothing else mattered. well not really. that's a lie. i felt like nothing else mattered. truth is, the world didn't stop turning.

the experience reminded me of a strongly-worded comment from The Patternist in which a reader challenged my use of the term goddess to describe Beyonce. i couldn't really defend myself soundly. who was i to say who is a goddess and who is not?

i told my friend that night that the woman was the meaning of life. but, i was pretty drunk. she could have just been a very beautiful lie.

this is not a kiss


this is not Beyonce

my most recent post over at the patternist discusses the duality of the red and white queens from Alice's Adventures in wonderland. the first people to take to the dance floor last night were twin sisters; one's hair was platinum blonde, the other's was dyed blood red.

if both faces of the sacred feminine are truth, then in a way, they are also both lies.

in Beautiful Liar's Beyonce and Shakira, i find two images of woman;

this is not a metaphor

the delicate flower, the captive porcelain doll

and the raw passion, emotion, the force of mother nature

both of those descriptions of woman feel as true as they do false. this also describes much of the musing done here at the Whole. there is something real and true happening here, but so much of it is based on illusion. john travolta is not zeus. ryan reynolds is not an amnesiac god [cool term though].

jim carrey is not ebenezer scrooge, and his new movie will not actually be shown in 3 dimensions. funny red and blue glasses do not transcend dimensions of real.

again, not really 3D. those balloons will not lift that house.

the boy was not in the balloon, NASA did not bomb the moon [how ridiculous]... oh wait... maybe they did. maybe i'm wrong about all this.

does it matter?

i sure hope so. i need something solid in all this.

.