Perchlorate exploded onto the stage of the Second Annual Toxies Red Carpet Awards for Bad Actor Chemicals at the Egyptian Theater in Hollywood California June 16, 2011. The silver siren was fired up over her continued poisoning of California and 42 other states' water and was especially proud of shutting down Barstow's drinking water for four days. The awards show sparkled once again and was seen live across the country via a streaming Internet feed spawning Toxies parties in San Francisco, Minnesota and Cape Cod, which had its very own Toxies awards.
Just days before the 82nd Annual Academy Awards in Hollywood, the First Annual Toxies Awards took place at the legendary Egyptian Theatre across the boulevard. A rogue’s gallery of “bad actors” with names like Trichloroethylene, Hydrofluoric Acid and Toluene competed for Toxies in this first-ever awards ceremony celebrating the worst of the 85,000 chemicals we come into contact with on a regular basis. One bad actor, Perchlorate, was a sleak silver rocket girl with thrusters for feet, so beautiful as fireworks, she was 'the chemical that launched a thousand rockets' including mine.
This gallery of headshots, conceived of and taken by the immeasurably talented Patricia Mateo Ballesteros are classic chemical camp. A talented cast of contaminants includes a blue-haired trio of beautiful bad actors comprised of Toluene, Formaldehyde and Phthalates. The thrusters on Perchlorate's rocket girl redefine liftoff.
No nasty chemical has ever been personified more passionately than a real hot Toxie, Perchlorate, portrayed by Denise Anne Duffield, EnviroReporter's editor and website designer. Chemical reactions to this "bad actor chemical" have been so combustible that we've included a special Perchlorate gallery. Caution advised, though, as Perchlorate is so hot that messing with her can get you burned!
On August 9, 2009, the Los Angeles Area Disarmament Coalition held an event to commemorate the 64th anniversary of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The event began with a service at the Higashi Honganji Buddhist Temple in Little Tokyo, which was followed by a “mindful walk” to City Hall. Many participants held umbrellas to symbolize their desire to be protected from radioactive fallout. Others held photographs of atomic bomb survivors.
“This used to be marsh and reeds,” said Dr. James Yamazaki, 93, as we pass by Maltman Avenue on Wilshire Boulevard approaching Koreatown. “Now look at all these big buildings!” I was chauffering Yamazaki and his wife of 65 years, Aki, to the Japanese American National Museum in downtown Los Angeles where he would speak about the human toll of nuclear warfare and the specific vulnerability of children to the effects of these weapons.