Friday, December 30, 2011
I recently found clip on bangs. Yup. That's what I said. Clip on Bangs, and being the type that's super non committal about hair and rarely let an touch it as it is, this is a seemingly natural route for me to go. But after staring at it for a few hours, all I kept thinking was, it's a little hat made of hair. I would be George Costanza. I decide to email my cousin, who also has never been able to have adult bangs, a picture of this glorious invention. And this was her reply. A photoshopped pic of us with the hair hat. Amazing! My amazement turned into "pssshhhh um excuse me" because after all this time, people have been telling us that we should never get bangs because of our small foreheads. Well that is obviously not true, because we clearly look fantastic. Moe, eat your heart out.
Maybe it's because I haven't had a vacation in a fort night, maybe it's because I watched Mary Poppins a million times as a kid, and wish to see the lady feeding birds..for topins a bag, or maybe it's the sheer fact that I have grown to like fish and chips and BEER(kinda). The point is I need to go to London. Soon. February preferably. A client said they knew of a "flat" that we could use for the weekend that would be much more affordable then lodging at a hotel. In my mind I'm already there. It's cold and the streets are shiny and wet. I can hear my new chippy Londonite accent sinking in deeper and deeper. "Bob's your uncle! Bollocks, Rubbish!" Yes, yes London will suit me juuuuuust fine.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
My sad attempt to win my angel wings dress again on Ebay went a rye, it was a battle to the bitter end. 107.95$ (something like that) then 115.50$, 120.95$ and the damn thing went for a whopping 150.00. I cried on the inside, and thought, maybe I should just stick with my onesies from American Apparel, originally made cool by the one, the only, Christian Dior.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
There's nothing like a hazy overcast day with the Marie Antoinette soundtrack at your side.
This is why events unnerve me,
They find it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she ask's the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
World will travel, oh so quickly,
Travel first and lean towards this time.
Oh, I'll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time,
Watching her, these things she said,
The times she cried,
Too frail to wake this time.
Oh I'll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time,
Avenues all lined with trees,
Picture me and then you start watching,
Watching forever, forever,
Watching love grow, forever,
Letting me know, forever.
Martin Hannett/Joy Division/New Order
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
I heard an ugly rumor that Art Garfunkel's uncle molested him. This could be just hear say, buuut it would explain a lot, for example, the horrific acting in the coming of age movie he did with Jack Nicholson, "Carnal Knowledge". I say horrific because he was so uncomfortably goofy about sex, that I it took my attention away from Jacks stellar performance of a cad. Jack is the king of making a cad look cool and still getting the girl. And I missed it! Because of Garfunkel's Dr. Drew issues! Do us all a favor, stick with singing like a girl Arty boy.
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
and nobody finds the
crawling in and out
the bone and the
for more than
there's no chance
we are all trapped
by a singular
nobody ever finds
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
Poem by: Hank Buk
she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
o my god,
I thought it was all working,
and now it's her again,
every time she phones you go crazy,
you told me it was over
you told me it was finished,
listen, I've lived long enough to become a
why do you need a bad woman?
you need to be tortured, don't you?
you think life is rotten if somebody treats you
rotten it all fits,
tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a
piece of shit?
and my son, my son was going to meet you.
I told my son
and I dropped all my lovers.
I stood up in a cafe and screamed
I'M IN LOVE,
and now you've made a fool of me. . .
I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry.
hold me, she said, will you please hold me?
I've never been in one of these things before, I said,
these triangles. . .
she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all
over.she paced up and down,wild and crazy.she had
a small body.her arms were thin,very thin and when
she screamed and started beating me I held her
wrists and then I got it through the eyes:hatred,
centuries deep and true.I was wrong and graceless and
sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted.
there was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
Poem by: Charles Bukowski
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
"Her great dark eyes surveyed me with emptiness and a kind of chagrin that reached back generations and generations in her blood from not having done what was crying to be done--whatever it was and everybody knows what it was." - On the Road Ch. 11
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
From the day, strike that, the minute she was born, things began to change. The first to evolve was my thoughts on the birthing process and the vagina in general. After seeing my new baby sister enter the world, I thought to myself, I want NO part of this most unnatural, most painful, and most gnarly thing my little 10 year old eyes had see up to date. Right then and there I decided that having kids was just not in the play book for me.
Ironically watching her grow and how much she has changed over the years, now at the ripe age of 18, I get a little emotional, like a parent would, thinking about the first time she ate baby food and refused to use a spoon. Or when we would talk in fake Spanish when she was 3. Putting her to sleep, the weird glasses that we would put on her that would turn her into a loony psychopath....all the little things seem to add up and morph into a big ball that lodges into my throat, chokes me up. I feel like I have had my kid for this lifetime, of course without the financial and "roof over her head" aspect, but you get the gist. Now she is this hugely determined, kind, beautiful young woman growing right before my eyes. But to me, she will always be my baby.
Photo by: Candyland
Monday, November 28, 2011
As the fun goes, so goes Triumph. From beach to mountains you'll find Triumphs being ridden by active people.
Of coures my dyslexia chose to read, ridden by attractive people
In my defence, active people ARE in usually on the more attractive side in juxtaposition of be unattractive or unhealthy. Ahh tomato tomato, I need that bike.
"Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot."
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
New(to me) SciFi obsession! The original tv series is pretty awesome. Never, I repeat, never, watch the movie. They have the Asian kid from those Harold and Kumar and naked college party movies as Sulu and Jim was some kid that was an apparent Tron left over. Wrong!!! I will admit, Spock's jet black Vidal Sassoon styled hair and sky blue uniform are giving me ideas for next Halloween...or Comic Con. Never been, and yet what better way to christen the first trip then proper Star Trek attire with pointy ears and all. Ha! I wish I was that cool....Live long and prosper.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
I went to workout with Kjoy radio last night and she said something that seemed to really pop. During my morning news interweb skim, I thought of the comment she had made. "...some really smart people can do some really dumb things..." or something to that effect. That seemed to resonate in my head as soon as I saw yet another news blurp about Facebook and privacy issues. Here we go again.. Now, you are never going to be able to "erase" your profile. Great. Deleting your profile now, is just a fancy way of logging off? The beast tracks you up to 90 days in a row, where you have been, who have had private conversations with that you thought had been erased, and so on. It made me think, christ almighty this is insanity. This creepy looking kid has not only stolen an idea from a college friend, made the Forbes list because of it,and he now has 800 million members that are addicted to this "social network". I say addiction because people are talking about this shit like Rick James talked about cocaine on the Chappelle show. "It's a hell of a drug." It's everywhere!! TV, buses, radio, magazines, news papers, you name it. It has a facebook page. It's life blood to some.
When fb is ever brought up in conversation it's almost like clock work, people have their reasons that they are still using. Which are all just bullshit excuses if you ask me. Sorry Atari. "I just use it to stay in contact with family." use a phone "I just use it share pictures." develop film and mail it "I only go on there once and a while." liar
The only thing facies is for is snooping. I was on facies at one point, and I found that, that was all there was to do! Other then creating a shrine of yourself or showboating. And when I say snooping I mean, who did sally talk to today, where did bob go this weekend ect ect...Who cares?? The worst for me, was having to holding back vomit when seeing "I love my life" or "Livin the dream" posts. Puke.
So after all the bitching and angry posts, I decided to quit, almost as a dare to myself. After all, all I was doing was complaining about it. At one point it made me feel jealous to see some philly writing on my dudes wall "I miss you I had a dream about you", most of all it made me sick to my stomach to see some of the stupid things people thought was necessary to post on a day to day basis. Again who cares?? I'm proud to say I have not been back and don't not plan on falling off the wagon. Lord knows there have been people that have jumped ship and somehow got back on for their own reasons. May the Force be with you all.
To think that some, if not most of my nearest and dearest are apart of this sham is so frustrating because, well look at the kid who created it?? He is the son of a psychiatrist and a dentist. He was in a fraternity. Harvard grad....do I need to go on? He puts the Yup in Yuppie. Most of my friends and family are in no way associated with this kind of kin(folk), and yet they are supporting this Zuckerberg guy like he has the secret of life. My hope is not to offend, but to open eyes to the basic facts of this monster machine we call Facebook. To my boyfriend, friends, and relatives I say, you are the most important people in the world to me for a million and one reasons. But most of all, you are extremely intelligent people. Why would you want to be associated with something that this guy created to control you? I guess I have to wander my way back to my friends original statement.
Fact: Some really smart people do really dumb things.
Monday, November 14, 2011
I'm picking out a Thermos for you. No ordinary Thermos will do. A extra best Thermos that you can buy, w/ vinyl and stripes and a cup built right in!
The only thing missing from this batch of carney clowns would be a shot of Navan Johnson from The Jerk, next to a giant billboard sign for Cup O Pizza.
This is a far cry from what I have been force fed through my bleeding ears this morning. Everything from Kelly Clarkson to Avril Levin. Whywhywhy. Moving forward I will just have to baptize myself in the YouTube world of my own play lists and favorite videos before Dido makes me staple gun my ears to my temporal lobe and hang myself. Dramatic? Yes. But If you came to work on an Monday of all days with, Since You've Been Gone playing at volume 11, you would be in the same dramatic dookie as me. Tooooooo much for a Monday.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Changing fading burning fast
Lightning striking dying last
Make or break time to decide
Can't win or lose fast to reside
Even though this song has been used more times then a Rolling Stones in a Martin Scorsese movie, it will forever give me goosebumps. "your sons and your daughters are beyond your command, your old road is rapidly aging" Ahhhhhhggg! That is like swimming in baby powder for the linguistic side of my brain.
Ross Perot? Jumpy little thing isn't he? The tiny tim Texan with the quick almost MGM trained talk isn't running for president again, but he is launching a web site with plenty of the graphs and charts he made famous when explaining our money woes in '92. Launch date tbd. AAAAAAnd that has been our very first segment of "Whatever happened to..."
"Be careful about picking a fight with people who buy ink by the barrel and paper by the ton." -R. Perot
Since she is gone, like Hall and Oats said, "I gotta learn how to face it" and move on to the next.My wings have gone south for the winter and the dress that I coveted is now in the hands of another. Moving forward.
This is the tuxedo dress. She is the new apple of my eye. If I had the stones I would make it on my own. But alas I am stoneless and must wait it out with the rest of the rubes.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
For me, it's not really Halloween until I hear the Monster Mash song. I'm hoping to catch that or Spooky on way home today. Kearth 101 won't let me down!
Happy Hween weekend kiddos! Prepare for all the airline stewardess you'll see!
Thank you Christina Ricci.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
B.B. King once said of Peter Green- "He has the sweetest tone I ever heard, he was the only one who gave me the cold sweats."
I was told to check out the original Fleetwood Mac. Pretty good, pretty neat. Real jammy. Sounds like Peter Green went the way of Sid Barrett. Starting up a wicked legit awesome band, found lsd, lost interest in life, and became a schizo. Rad! Shine on you crazy diamonds!!!
Monday, October 24, 2011
"Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder‘s jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."
Excerpt from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - HST
Photo by HST