Man of the Hour

Gustav Klimt is momentarily the man of the hour.
Mother and I played the "Memory" game when I was a wee lass. Ya know the kind where all the tiles or cards are flipped over and you have to find the match, who ever has the most matches win? Remember? Well, I had that game but only in "Old Masters and Influence Art." One of them was "Adele Bloch-Bauer I" by Klimt. The whole gang was involved though, I think 50 artist were featured, it was wonderful, I miss it.
Anyways, I watched a documentary 2 nights ago and he had a small spot in it while they talked about his Ceilings he did on Philosophy for the University of Vienna. I was smitten by them.

“Philosophy”

"Jurisprudence"

"Medicine"

"Adele Bloch-Bauer I"

From his Femme Fatal series "Judith I"

"Tragodie"

The man himself, Gustav.

Determining self esteem and worth with facebook.

There is an application of Facebook called Compare People. It is a cruel raking of what people secretly think of you.

I have won, or my highest rankings are:

-Best Dancer No clue how I swung that one.
-Most adventurous I know how I got that one, I have the curiosity of Lewis and Clark
-Funniest I'm just mean, but not enough to make you cry.

My lowest rating, or the categories I lost in are:

-Most Athletic
-Most Intelligent

Ohh come one people! I was on golf team for 3 years! I just don't enjoy the feeling of sweat. I can hold my own in the physical fitness department, thank you. For the "intelligent" side of this story. Your all ignorant pricks. I haven't attened school for over 2 years, yet, still helped 3 people last semester with finals, for classes I had never taken. I went to two schools at the same time for two years during high school. I would say I got the leg up on you low lifes and deserve a break. (I'm proving my self worth and rationalizing my inability to commit to a location and college.) I feel more educated than most of you uncultured animals, so lay off ya hear! Unintelligent, pshh, get real.

Subconscious mumbles.

I just woke up from a dream.

I had a friend who was mentally handy capped or crippled in some way. There was a famous mountain and it was names after her, it started with an "E." Kinda like a Mt. Rushmore. We lost her or, she disappeared purposely one day, and I found out she had been pushing all our friends down this famous mountain. She was wearing a purple shirt, and it was kinda a Sweeney Todd-equste monument. She sang as she pushed them over this barbed wire fence and I am assuming killed them. She put her explaination of "how she did it," to tune. She would take there picture right before, then shove them off. Then she showed us all these pictures, and one was of a child on this mountain and it was me. Her father was now here looking at the snapshot with us. He had a white beard. Then for some reason she put two pictures together to form one, large, panaramic picture. It was of a baby laying on the ground, and me, as a child, finding the baby. The plot thickened, and it seem to be a set up of sometype, that we became friends. I felt alarmed at this photograph. All the sudden, we all were at Japanese food. Then some one brought out a year book like thing and there was a pages of people who have gone to this mountain, and there was one page where my friend Wes was in it, he was sitting by himself on a bench and had kinda clam digger, like jeans on. Another page had my friends Charlie and Stevie, and 2 or 3 other guys I knew, they were sitting on the same bench but weren't looking at the camera. Hartley and some other girls were in a picture as well but they were standing. I wanted to be there, but this mountain was a secret of some sort or you had to make a jorney or treck to it. Plus, my friend, apperantly, was a murderer.
The dream jumped to my kitchen, all our light bulls were out accept one. I got this red flood lamp to bring into the kitchen so I could make pancakes. My friend called and was upset that I didn't go over there to make breakfast like I previously promised? It all had a very creepy feel to it. Then I gave up but I left the burner on down stairs with nothing on it, and went to my room.

I awoke.

Decipher please.

Lexicon Lust

My new Favorite words currently are:

SLAG
&
SNOG

Let me use them in a sentence to better inform you.

"You're a cheeky slag!" or "Have you had a snog today?"

Definition:
Slag-interchangeable about with skank and ho.
Snog- big kiss


I want this Snog Balm, its a lip balm in Australia. what a good stocking stuffer right? I am only thinking of Christmas in July since I put my itunes on random and for 45 minutes it some how only played my large collection of 1940-50's Christmas.

swoon*

Top 5 is as follows:
(no paticular order)
Charlie Hunnam



Yep. I'm a sucker for a english lad.

Aaron Paul



How much better can he get, ohh lets jsut through Dita Von Teese in the mix. Ultimate win.

James Franco




We watched Freaks and Geeks a bit ago. I have been head over heels since.

Ryan Gosling



Proud to say I have never seen the Notebook. But his bruting "I dont care" ambiance to him gets him on the list.

TIE- Johnny Depp vs. Michael Cera


He's like an empty headed puppy dog, you just wanna hold him and feed him treats. And look at that skin. Perfection


Johnny + amazing sofa = Yes.


But, as they say "wisdom before beauty," Depp is the winner. Maybe next time Canada.


You're welcome.

Let's burn some books!

I have recently acquired a Provo City library card! I naturally proceeded to try to check out some classics and maybe a few documentaries. Looked up "A Clockwork Orange" and "Scoop" neither of which they carried. Classic books both on the 100 Best Books of the Century list that I'm trying to get through that has been provided by New York Times. A bit alarmed at the censorship of a PUBLIC facility, I wasn't aware that it was 1933, I went to go look at the movies I could check out. My library at home is amazing and carries classic foreign films like the "Red Balloon," and "400 Blows," and some fantastic independent documentaries.

All I found was "How to be a Puppeteer," "Travel the World: Spain," "Travel the World: Istanbul," "Travel the World: Germany," "Travel the World: Idaho." Oh how did I forget, I will say more than 35% of all the DVD's were LDS affiliated, the rest were all Children's movies and or terrible PG movies, like "Jack Frost" and that one were Simbad is a genie. So I checked out "Who's afraid of Virgina Woolf?" and "The Dead Poets Society." They didn't even have a Friends of the Library story, in which all old books are sold for 50 cents. (My favorite thing ever is cheap books and or shoes.) Mind you this is a HUGE building, how can they not have anything of value in it??

This is a pathetic excuse for a city funded facility of information and knowledge. It is not there job to filter my choice of literature and media. So I had to go to SLC to get "Scoop," "A Clockwork Orange" was already checked out. Boooo. Thanks Kaeleigh F. for the useage of Libaray Card, I promise I will try to remember to return it on time.


On happier news, Ms. Forsyth and I shall be starting a colabration on a new Blog. DohertyWorld will be round the clock window into the beautiful and tragic, yet fasinating life of Peter Doherty. Look for it, because it is happening.

Visual noise

Concerts I shall be attending soon or already have.

July 9 Bon Iver | Jenny Lewis
July 16 The Black Keys | Human Highway
July 23 M. Ward | Land of Talk
July 18 ABBA the Music : The Symphonic Hits
July 30 Sonic Youth | Awesome Color

August 6 Q-Tip | B.o.B
August 13 Toots and the Maytals | N.A.S.A.
August 20 Iron & Wine | Okkervil River
August 27 Robert Randolph & the Family Band | Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears

Septmber 17 Blink-182 and Weezer
September 22 Arctic Monkeys

And probably some more. This is the "defiantly not missing" short list.

Sunday is a precious day

Today:
Went to church, listen to my roommate give a thought provoking talk. Came home, made muffins, wore my Kimono, and read.


"Those who make religion there god, will not have God for their religion."
- Thomas Erskine of Linlathen

I believe that.

Came across the pond did we?

England is fantastic. The End.

They officially have the most amazing things, most of which never get over to the good U. S. of A. We did happen to snag was: Jo Malone scents, Top Shop, Ben's Cookies, Keith Richards. Today, I just got the word that Illamsqua Makeup is coming to Sephora... I have already started a fund for when this fateful day arrives. Most you don't understand how monumental this is. Maybe It just caught me off guard because the most excitement I get now a days is when I happen to receive a letter in the mail (not including bills) It's great. Open your cranium to this inspiration for greatness...







Don't worry, that's just Illamasqua's incredible Art Director.

Their motto is "unleash your alter ego." Yep, I'm all for that. Thoroughly excited for this one gang, real thrilled on this folks.

Utter success

I bought a cook book of muffin recipes. I have been trying them all out of course. I have been making so many lately, that in fact, I have ran out of ingredients.

For some reason unbeknownist to me, when the clock strikes 11 pm I have a sudden urge to bake. Not having a relationship to feed, a best friend like person, children that depend on me (they all moved home or left to exotic lands), or anyone to dote on and be a sugar momma to, we can safely say I have a plethora of muffins and baked good alike. Cooking for one is outrageously depressing, can i just state that. My roommate have been kind enough to eat my treats, and I'm glad for it. The extra intake of pastries is not on my wish list.

I needed to bake, so I went through ever recipe I had to see if I could make something out of it... to no avail. I was only one off on some of them, but I was not desperate enough to go out at 11 pm to get the missing link. I am scared to go out by myself after 10, hard to believe, I know. But I have a very vivid imagination, and some how the maintenance man who hits on me always ends up in
A) the back seat of my car.
B) under my car.
C) under the stairwell.
D) in the elevator service entrance that I park next to.
So if it can be avoided I opt out of night excursions.

I was determined to be like the cooks on Iron Chief, and make something up on the fly.

I honestly can say I'm not positive what I put into my muffins. I know the typical was there flour, butter, salt, eggs, and then I started to get ideas. YIKES. I put in the last bit of Irish Creme Hot Coco mix I had from Stephens. The I went and dumped the rest of the French Vanilla Coco in there too. I poured Sweet Cinnamon Maple Syrup in, then grabbed the Nutmeg and the freshly ground Cinnamon. No measurement were taken, it was like a mad scientist at work. All I can here in my head was from the 1985 classic "Better Off Dead," where in which the mother makes up a recipe as well.

"The recipe got wet in the rain and the pages ran together so I used my little creative mind and came up with some of the ingredients on my own. It's got raisins in it... you like raisins."

Mine did not have raisins in it, but I did swap out milk for whipping cream, and added in light brown sugar instead of the regular. that's all I can remember, I was just grabbing anything I had and was tossing it in, I feel like I have left some out. Well call those secret ingredients. To top it all off, we did a crumble top as the garnish.



They actually came out good! They are heavier than a muffin, more like a scone consistency, the crumble top was light, they rose beautifully. Dang it, I'm the next Martha Stewart! Next you'll be seeing my face on a K-mart cut out trying to hawk bath linens at you.

I'm thrilled with this new found talent for taste. Gaahhh, I wish someone would eat my labors, and confirm my abilities and future career as a pasty chief/ television personality and insider trader.

In love

Felix Vallotton has stolen my heart. I am fascinated with his woodcuts. Take plesure in some favorites. This first one is the ultimate to moi.


















I apologise for the massive overload of woodcuts.