Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Esthetic Vacuum
My "Art appreciation and Museum touring" class gives extra credit so going to events held at Museums. Last month I went to the Natural History Museum in LA for their "First Friday" music performance. Breakestra and Fitz & the Tantrums were featured. Just some funky, feel good sounds. good time right? I really enjoy them both. My companion made it clear it wasn't their kinda music, I concluded there is a hearing problem to address.
The Museum did this last year too. I saw The Bird and the Bee there as well. The issue i have is trying to talk some one into going to LA to the Natural History museum. People just don't like museums apparently. it pains my heart. Combine visual stimulation, history, and music? There is nothing wrong with that mixture.
Sorta want to go to this week to see The Tallest Man on Earth (I have recently been introduced to him) and Gamble House, (by the by, have you ever been to the actually Gamble house? AMAZING, its in Pasadena right around the corner from the Norton Simon Museum. I was there 2 weeks ago. I suggest you take the tour if you get the chance. the house is a marvel of hand crafted glory.)
The Museum did this last year too. I saw The Bird and the Bee there as well. The issue i have is trying to talk some one into going to LA to the Natural History museum. People just don't like museums apparently. it pains my heart. Combine visual stimulation, history, and music? There is nothing wrong with that mixture.
Sorta want to go to this week to see The Tallest Man on Earth (I have recently been introduced to him) and Gamble House, (by the by, have you ever been to the actually Gamble house? AMAZING, its in Pasadena right around the corner from the Norton Simon Museum. I was there 2 weeks ago. I suggest you take the tour if you get the chance. the house is a marvel of hand crafted glory.)
We must be over the rainbow
Cinco De Mayo. A day for pinatas, porch sitting and pollo. I thought that's what I had in store for me.
Negative. When I showed up to my designated BBQ, it was American flags, Burgers, Apple pie, and a box collection worth 12 hours of John Wayne films. I felt like I walked into Ralph Laurens house on 4th of July. I was in the mood for salsa, and the smooth sounds of a mariachi band. I wanted to feel like a minority and wear unflattering sombreros. I had the urge to beat a multicolored, paper mache animal, blind flooded until candy pours out. To turn lemons into lemonade, I am proud to announce I won a watermelon eating contest against some fool who challenged me. still don't know his name, but he sure knows his place.
Domino September 2007, Libertine designer, Johnson Hargit's home. its a terrible picture i know, but i have the editorial in my clippings
Negative. When I showed up to my designated BBQ, it was American flags, Burgers, Apple pie, and a box collection worth 12 hours of John Wayne films. I felt like I walked into Ralph Laurens house on 4th of July. I was in the mood for salsa, and the smooth sounds of a mariachi band. I wanted to feel like a minority and wear unflattering sombreros. I had the urge to beat a multicolored, paper mache animal, blind flooded until candy pours out. To turn lemons into lemonade, I am proud to announce I won a watermelon eating contest against some fool who challenged me. still don't know his name, but he sure knows his place.
Domino September 2007, Libertine designer, Johnson Hargit's home. its a terrible picture i know, but i have the editorial in my clippings
Monday, May 3, 2010
Wistful Derelict
I despreatly want this highly prized yet, hard to find, vinyl. I dont know who wouldn't want to listen to "30-odd poems in a husky, urban, baby voice"- (New York Times) The gist is, our girl here is reading poems from well known authors against the sweet drown of Tchaikovsky. My birthday is in 9 months an counting, Christmas is only 8 away. just sayin
enter the enchanters domain
Stumbled across this music review, not gonna disclose what band it was for. let your mind wander.
"______________ began in 2004 as the solo musical project of ___________.It is everything weird that you barely rehash from childhood memory. It is like watching America’s Wildest Police Chases. It’s like finding Garbage Pale Kid’s Cards with hypodermic needle holes in them, or stumbling on a dead dog in a trashbag. It’s about winning five dollars jumping the neighborhood ramp on a janky bmx. It’s about feeling mystic."
Rekindled thoughts of the deathtrap, tree house in my grandmas backyard. Christened the "Rocket ship," it was crafted out of angry defiance with weathered, discarded wood and nails confirmed to cause Tetanus. Shaped into a minature silo, it sat about 3 feet off the ground on stilts & was a health code nightmare. My uncles friend, of questionable background and motives, secretly moved into the rocket ship when he became homeless. He would come into the house after everyone would leave for work and take clean shirts out of the dryer to wear. Only after 3+ weeks, was he discovered and ran off the premise.
"______________ began in 2004 as the solo musical project of ___________.It is everything weird that you barely rehash from childhood memory. It is like watching America’s Wildest Police Chases. It’s like finding Garbage Pale Kid’s Cards with hypodermic needle holes in them, or stumbling on a dead dog in a trashbag. It’s about winning five dollars jumping the neighborhood ramp on a janky bmx. It’s about feeling mystic."
Rekindled thoughts of the deathtrap, tree house in my grandmas backyard. Christened the "Rocket ship," it was crafted out of angry defiance with weathered, discarded wood and nails confirmed to cause Tetanus. Shaped into a minature silo, it sat about 3 feet off the ground on stilts & was a health code nightmare. My uncles friend, of questionable background and motives, secretly moved into the rocket ship when he became homeless. He would come into the house after everyone would leave for work and take clean shirts out of the dryer to wear. Only after 3+ weeks, was he discovered and ran off the premise.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Circus Maximus
"Religion is the opiate of the masses," Karl Marx said that."-McKenna
"Well, he was an idiot"- Martha
Lady Martha on her high horse
"Well, he was an idiot"- Martha
Lady Martha on her high horse
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Comments in public
The following are comments I have over-heard, and quickly jotted them down in my hello kitty note book (if you have an issue with a grown woman affliated with hello kitty, we have some issues to work out.). Let me share a few zingers with you.
in a gallery at Bergamont Station Santa Monica
"Looks like a deranged cat threw up. How could you call this art?" (spoken while standing next to the curator who hand selected the exhibit.)
At MOLAA Long Beach. It was a performance art piece shown on a TV. split screen it was a room full of wooden tables in all different sizes are being moved about from a nude man on the ground. you could see the man under the tables, and get an over view of the tables being moved.
" Why is there a naked man crawling around on the floor moving tables like Tetris?"
" Well as I see it, the tables are the geometric world as we know it, and us, man, are free form. We have no strait lines, thus its the struggle to survive and fit in a rigged world." (by standered)
"But am I supposed to see his balls? That not supposed to happen."
Woman on the phone in the West Wing of the Getty, in front of Laurence Alam-Tadema's 1846 Spring
"Hello? Hello?..... yes, I called earlier because my areola was bleeding this morning. I think I might have rubbed it to hard when I got out of the shower....(listening).... well I can't look now, I'm at the Getty. It was bout a quarter size of blood on my shirt..(listening)... Well how is Chapstick gonna help me?" Insert Museum usher to ask her to stand on the terrace if she had to continue this conversation, I'm shocked it took him that long say something.
Bergamont Station Santa Monica.
"This picture makes me think of that smell in your car after you have a quickie in the back seat"
in a gallery at Bergamont Station Santa Monica
"Looks like a deranged cat threw up. How could you call this art?" (spoken while standing next to the curator who hand selected the exhibit.)
At MOLAA Long Beach. It was a performance art piece shown on a TV. split screen it was a room full of wooden tables in all different sizes are being moved about from a nude man on the ground. you could see the man under the tables, and get an over view of the tables being moved.
" Why is there a naked man crawling around on the floor moving tables like Tetris?"
" Well as I see it, the tables are the geometric world as we know it, and us, man, are free form. We have no strait lines, thus its the struggle to survive and fit in a rigged world." (by standered)
"But am I supposed to see his balls? That not supposed to happen."
Woman on the phone in the West Wing of the Getty, in front of Laurence Alam-Tadema's 1846 Spring
"Hello? Hello?..... yes, I called earlier because my areola was bleeding this morning. I think I might have rubbed it to hard when I got out of the shower....(listening).... well I can't look now, I'm at the Getty. It was bout a quarter size of blood on my shirt..(listening)... Well how is Chapstick gonna help me?" Insert Museum usher to ask her to stand on the terrace if she had to continue this conversation, I'm shocked it took him that long say something.
Bergamont Station Santa Monica.
"This picture makes me think of that smell in your car after you have a quickie in the back seat"
Wreckless courage
"You only live once."
I was raised with that motto ringing though my miniature ears. regardless of how irrelevant it was to my life, I was told never miss a opportunity or event if it was a "one time" thing. Clearly having disregarded these teachings, (exhibit A; my life,) It's time to make the 'rents' happy. Make good on my failed attempt to uphold the catchphrase of my heritage. I am going to consider entering a Motorally Scramble. This is contingent on if I can find a bike fitting all race requirements, under 200 $, by June 5th.
I might also enter the Pinup Pageant. I'm predicting: Oger-like shebikers 20+ lb's over weight, cover in bad tattoo's, trying to hard to be rockabilly. I may stand a chance. To be in the Scramble its a 40 $ entry free. and all bike have to be year 75 or older. It's apparently going to be super mellow on a Vintage dirt track they just finished building in Elsinore. If worse comes to worse and I cant find a junkie Endro to ride, I might go tandem with my friend. Now that would be a site. I have my outfit more or less worked out. I'm wearing some Japanese Fighter Pilot goggles (ebay), a black velvet equestrian riding helmet(secret antique store), hand made English black leather Riding boots(thrift store), and a Farragamo Scarf (Paris travels) the rest shall be a surprise.
What I'm more excited about is that we will be camping over night, so we are setting up a LUXURY TENT! Its gonna be filled with pursain rugs, a record player, cotts, and the gents that invited me can play some descant music, so ill be entertained for hours. Think Mountain Man Rendezvous meets Mad Max.
Uber thrilled for this, all in all, I'm gonna be secretly dressed to the nines surrounded by hessians. let the Insanity ensue.
I was raised with that motto ringing though my miniature ears. regardless of how irrelevant it was to my life, I was told never miss a opportunity or event if it was a "one time" thing. Clearly having disregarded these teachings, (exhibit A; my life,) It's time to make the 'rents' happy. Make good on my failed attempt to uphold the catchphrase of my heritage. I am going to consider entering a Motorally Scramble. This is contingent on if I can find a bike fitting all race requirements, under 200 $, by June 5th.
I might also enter the Pinup Pageant. I'm predicting: Oger-like shebikers 20+ lb's over weight, cover in bad tattoo's, trying to hard to be rockabilly. I may stand a chance. To be in the Scramble its a 40 $ entry free. and all bike have to be year 75 or older. It's apparently going to be super mellow on a Vintage dirt track they just finished building in Elsinore. If worse comes to worse and I cant find a junkie Endro to ride, I might go tandem with my friend. Now that would be a site. I have my outfit more or less worked out. I'm wearing some Japanese Fighter Pilot goggles (ebay), a black velvet equestrian riding helmet(secret antique store), hand made English black leather Riding boots(thrift store), and a Farragamo Scarf (Paris travels) the rest shall be a surprise.
What I'm more excited about is that we will be camping over night, so we are setting up a LUXURY TENT! Its gonna be filled with pursain rugs, a record player, cotts, and the gents that invited me can play some descant music, so ill be entertained for hours. Think Mountain Man Rendezvous meets Mad Max.
Uber thrilled for this, all in all, I'm gonna be secretly dressed to the nines surrounded by hessians. let the Insanity ensue.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
it's almost like alchemy
Reminiscing highlights.
MT: So what we doing tonight guys?
JB: Well, I've got a surprise for Val.
VB: Really?!
JB: (pulling out a DVD) Can you say Savage Garden in concert, Australia.?
MT: *sigh
KF: He put a PCP pipe in her.
MT: PVC pipe?
KF: Shut up, never mention this again.
MT: So what we doing tonight guys?
JB: Well, I've got a surprise for Val.
VB: Really?!
JB: (pulling out a DVD) Can you say Savage Garden in concert, Australia.?
MT: *sigh
KF: He put a PCP pipe in her.
MT: PVC pipe?
KF: Shut up, never mention this again.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
I don't feel completely modern.
You want to go to here. (if your cued up on you're television pop culture, you'll get the reference.) Biarritz, France.
Selling points:
-Do you like history?
-Are you fond of France?
-Take pleasure in the country of Spain?
-Get a kick out of surfing?
-Adore sleepy beach towns?
-Like not doing anything but enjoy yourself?
-Delight in filling your gullet with marvelous food, specifically of the aquatic nature?
-Have a ball in Europe in general?
THIS IS AN ACTUAL SOLICITATION:
What to do?
Hit the Beach. A day of watching beautiful people strutting and sunning along the Grande Plage, Biarritz’s main city beach, is a must, but for the best surfing action, hit the wilder Côte des Basques beach.
Tapas Time. Dine on Spanish tapas and oysters at the lively Bar Jean, across from the market halls and a Biarritz institution since the 1930s.
Seafood with a View. Hit the Vieux Port (old port) to see fishermen haul in their catch. Feast on fresh mussels at one of the cute cafes facing the sea.
Road Trip. The nearby Basque towns of Bayonne and St. Jean de Luz are perfect day trip destinations, and the culture and foodie bastion of San Sebastian is within easy striking distance too.
Historical facts:
Long before Biarritz became a popular surfing spot for Europeans in search of endless summer, Napoleon III (nephew to the original Bonaparte) gifted Empress Eugenia with this palatial resort on the town’s rugged coastline. What was once the royal couple’s summertime love nest now draws an international set of pleasure seekers for a quintessential and sophisticated European beach holiday in the southwest of France, just north of the Spanish border.
Built in 1855, the Hôtel du Palais was the Versailles of the coast. (swanky hotel that i want to spend just one night in, then some shanty hotel the rest. I like shady Establishments. why spend that kinda money? you just sleep there.)
click on the pictures, apparently they are to big. I could fix this, but ill pass.
LETS GO ALL READY!
Selling points:
-Do you like history?
-Are you fond of France?
-Take pleasure in the country of Spain?
-Get a kick out of surfing?
-Adore sleepy beach towns?
-Like not doing anything but enjoy yourself?
-Delight in filling your gullet with marvelous food, specifically of the aquatic nature?
-Have a ball in Europe in general?
THIS IS AN ACTUAL SOLICITATION:
What to do?
Hit the Beach. A day of watching beautiful people strutting and sunning along the Grande Plage, Biarritz’s main city beach, is a must, but for the best surfing action, hit the wilder Côte des Basques beach.
Tapas Time. Dine on Spanish tapas and oysters at the lively Bar Jean, across from the market halls and a Biarritz institution since the 1930s.
Seafood with a View. Hit the Vieux Port (old port) to see fishermen haul in their catch. Feast on fresh mussels at one of the cute cafes facing the sea.
Road Trip. The nearby Basque towns of Bayonne and St. Jean de Luz are perfect day trip destinations, and the culture and foodie bastion of San Sebastian is within easy striking distance too.
Historical facts:
Long before Biarritz became a popular surfing spot for Europeans in search of endless summer, Napoleon III (nephew to the original Bonaparte) gifted Empress Eugenia with this palatial resort on the town’s rugged coastline. What was once the royal couple’s summertime love nest now draws an international set of pleasure seekers for a quintessential and sophisticated European beach holiday in the southwest of France, just north of the Spanish border.
Built in 1855, the Hôtel du Palais was the Versailles of the coast. (swanky hotel that i want to spend just one night in, then some shanty hotel the rest. I like shady Establishments. why spend that kinda money? you just sleep there.)
click on the pictures, apparently they are to big. I could fix this, but ill pass.
LETS GO ALL READY!
Miss Magnesium Lamp
learnings of the week.
Apache Indians are cocky.
Greg is an avid reader of Vanity Fair, he apparently always has been.
Museums are heavenly.
I live with Norma Desmund.
When I die I will have to pay for the things I have done, like watching "Singing in the Rain." its indecent & I'm going to burn for it.
"If it was 1950's, you'd be a knock out," declared a 70-something gentleman I met in a cafe in Pasadena. I still don't know his name, but we bonded over our equal love for Rosemary Clooney.
I can use a sewing machine decently.
Verbal sparing partners are hard to come by.
I don't enjoy the feeling of havingbutterflies. I fidget.
The color orange isn't half bad.
Hudson has high aspirations. "I want to be the "Little Dancing Man" when I grow up. I would have to grow a beard, become a ginger and gain 60 pounds, but I could do it."
Arthur Lyman is the greatest of them all.
I really want to subscribe to the International Journal Of Psychoanalyst, just for my own amusement.
Lacking the ability to create music is my greatest failure thus far. Not doing half bad I guess.
Boston & New York in June; equals, cant wait.
Apache Indians are cocky.
Greg is an avid reader of Vanity Fair, he apparently always has been.
Museums are heavenly.
I live with Norma Desmund.
When I die I will have to pay for the things I have done, like watching "Singing in the Rain." its indecent & I'm going to burn for it.
"If it was 1950's, you'd be a knock out," declared a 70-something gentleman I met in a cafe in Pasadena. I still don't know his name, but we bonded over our equal love for Rosemary Clooney.
I can use a sewing machine decently.
Verbal sparing partners are hard to come by.
I don't enjoy the feeling of havingbutterflies. I fidget.
The color orange isn't half bad.
Hudson has high aspirations. "I want to be the "Little Dancing Man" when I grow up. I would have to grow a beard, become a ginger and gain 60 pounds, but I could do it."
Arthur Lyman is the greatest of them all.
I really want to subscribe to the International Journal Of Psychoanalyst, just for my own amusement.
Lacking the ability to create music is my greatest failure thus far. Not doing half bad I guess.
Boston & New York in June; equals, cant wait.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Nocturnal Babble
I have reoccurring dreams of meeting Peter Doherty?
Last night for some reason I was in a chauffered, white, mini van and Pete was taking a stroll through the countryside. I opened the sliding door and talked with him for quite some time while the car was going no faster than a crawl. Finally he grabbed my hand and came inside the van and sat on my lap. We joked, and he told me wild stories and all his most interesting excursions. Then said...
"I'd be crushed if I couldn't see you every day, you should move in with me so that wont happen."
So called me mum he reply was:
" your free to do as you please. But if you are moving to England, we are moving to France. It's only fair."
Last thing I remember was i was laying in the middle of the floor and he was reading to me from his chair.
Last night for some reason I was in a chauffered, white, mini van and Pete was taking a stroll through the countryside. I opened the sliding door and talked with him for quite some time while the car was going no faster than a crawl. Finally he grabbed my hand and came inside the van and sat on my lap. We joked, and he told me wild stories and all his most interesting excursions. Then said...
"I'd be crushed if I couldn't see you every day, you should move in with me so that wont happen."
So called me mum he reply was:
" your free to do as you please. But if you are moving to England, we are moving to France. It's only fair."
Last thing I remember was i was laying in the middle of the floor and he was reading to me from his chair.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Eye gifts from Pedro
One of the most enjoyable movies I have seen as late. I walked away from it with a grin from ear to ear.
I dream of finding a "Count" of my own. throw in a little Royal T. in the mix & you have got yourself the ideal man.
I dream of finding a "Count" of my own. throw in a little Royal T. in the mix & you have got yourself the ideal man.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
"I'm bored with it all"
Those are the last words of Winston Churchill.
I have the urge to show up to the airport with no bags just a book and some money and go on an vision quest. why doesn't someone just ask me
"hey, you got anything going on tomorrow?"
"mmm, not that I can think of. You?"
"nahh, wanna see how far we can drive and what we'll find when we get there?"
"sure do."
that would be the end of it. Get some jugs of water, a bag of grapes or some clementines and see what happens.
I have the urge to show up to the airport with no bags just a book and some money and go on an vision quest. why doesn't someone just ask me
"hey, you got anything going on tomorrow?"
"mmm, not that I can think of. You?"
"nahh, wanna see how far we can drive and what we'll find when we get there?"
"sure do."
that would be the end of it. Get some jugs of water, a bag of grapes or some clementines and see what happens.
Friday, April 16, 2010
mental pollution
i dont like cars all to much. its just a mean to get around.
i prefer to talk in the dark, people are more honest in the dark.
i dislike how frequantly i have to utilize technology. It's over whelming to be able to contact some one instantaniously.
i will never live in a "planned Community" or track home. I politely refuse.
My future children with be encougared to wear what ever they want, i did, and i think i came out jsut fine. (i have a color wheel consisting of 4 hues and shades, but everythign goes with everything, thus not having to think when i am already late to something. there is a method to the madness.)
I love the home I am in currantly.
i am worried about owning a home some day because i like the opption to just get up and go where i please. but i guess i am never gone for to long, so it would be nice to have somewhere to come back too.
i should be much more acomplished for my age i think.
Apperantly I was mentally 27 last year. I feel regression has taken hold though.
I am a selective perfectionist.
I like to go to cultural festivals and events, no matter how obscuer they are.
i'm not sure why i have a blog, i tell no one of it, i honestly write things to remember later, or to post pictures so i can free up space on my hard drive by deleting them afterwords.
recantly, an epiphany of truth made me cry unexplainably, while driving. this made me think i had a tumor pressing on my Prefrontal Cortex.
I have been useing the words Fasade, Wise, Flounder, Naturally, and Interesting far to much. I'm on a loop, i need some variety as of late.
i think the human body is a wonder.
i would love to go to anywhere, suddenly.
i work out most my problems by having long indepth conversations with myself. It's saved my sanity, im positive of it.
im fantastic at memorizing.
i have filled my head with inconsiqunecail knowlage, now haveing to carrie this useless information around with me, i feel like i could have done something better with my time.
Most my dreams really do come true. wouldn't it be great if I had some interesting ones someday.
I'm living below my potentail. i feel with the people I know, and have contact with, i should have been somebody by now. i really dropped the ball.
I dont drink soda. I dont think you should either. ask me why.
I have been known to wear wigs in public and like it, if your not on board with that, its your problem.
I can't think of anything I can't do. I can think of plenty i haven't tried, but nothing I cant do persay. that sounds cocky, i know. i jsut dont get discouraged easily.
I love black and white films.
Lighting is esential to create mood and ambiance. if you dont understand the concept and realtionship of lighting to atmosphere, you need to hit the books.
i was born in the wrong era. officially.
I laugh/ giggel hystarically when im nervous.
I love fortune cookies, and keep most all my fortunes.
I have elabratly planned a stunt to pull on my furture children. only my husband shall know about it and it will columate with my accutual death and the recieving of a key found in my saftey deposite box.
Some day I want to have a news ariticle done about my life, an obituary doesn't count.
Any one of these "flash thoughts" could be turned into a three hour conversation. Easily.
In all honestly, there is no point to this, you can quiet reading this garbage.
I rarely invite people into my bedroom. thats where i keep all the things i hold dear, its like a jornal on display. you have to be someone of great value to me to ever be invited to sit in my room. many have glanced or peeked, rare and few have been aloud to explore.
rambel . rammble rambell. rambbel.. rambel
I didn't spell check this one, can you tell?
if you want to do this with me, well get along jsut fine.
i prefer to talk in the dark, people are more honest in the dark.
i dislike how frequantly i have to utilize technology. It's over whelming to be able to contact some one instantaniously.
i will never live in a "planned Community" or track home. I politely refuse.
My future children with be encougared to wear what ever they want, i did, and i think i came out jsut fine. (i have a color wheel consisting of 4 hues and shades, but everythign goes with everything, thus not having to think when i am already late to something. there is a method to the madness.)
I love the home I am in currantly.
i am worried about owning a home some day because i like the opption to just get up and go where i please. but i guess i am never gone for to long, so it would be nice to have somewhere to come back too.
i should be much more acomplished for my age i think.
Apperantly I was mentally 27 last year. I feel regression has taken hold though.
I am a selective perfectionist.
I like to go to cultural festivals and events, no matter how obscuer they are.
i'm not sure why i have a blog, i tell no one of it, i honestly write things to remember later, or to post pictures so i can free up space on my hard drive by deleting them afterwords.
recantly, an epiphany of truth made me cry unexplainably, while driving. this made me think i had a tumor pressing on my Prefrontal Cortex.
I have been useing the words Fasade, Wise, Flounder, Naturally, and Interesting far to much. I'm on a loop, i need some variety as of late.
i think the human body is a wonder.
i would love to go to anywhere, suddenly.
i work out most my problems by having long indepth conversations with myself. It's saved my sanity, im positive of it.
im fantastic at memorizing.
i have filled my head with inconsiqunecail knowlage, now haveing to carrie this useless information around with me, i feel like i could have done something better with my time.
Most my dreams really do come true. wouldn't it be great if I had some interesting ones someday.
I'm living below my potentail. i feel with the people I know, and have contact with, i should have been somebody by now. i really dropped the ball.
I dont drink soda. I dont think you should either. ask me why.
I have been known to wear wigs in public and like it, if your not on board with that, its your problem.
I can't think of anything I can't do. I can think of plenty i haven't tried, but nothing I cant do persay. that sounds cocky, i know. i jsut dont get discouraged easily.
I love black and white films.
Lighting is esential to create mood and ambiance. if you dont understand the concept and realtionship of lighting to atmosphere, you need to hit the books.
i was born in the wrong era. officially.
I laugh/ giggel hystarically when im nervous.
I love fortune cookies, and keep most all my fortunes.
I have elabratly planned a stunt to pull on my furture children. only my husband shall know about it and it will columate with my accutual death and the recieving of a key found in my saftey deposite box.
Some day I want to have a news ariticle done about my life, an obituary doesn't count.
Any one of these "flash thoughts" could be turned into a three hour conversation. Easily.
In all honestly, there is no point to this, you can quiet reading this garbage.
I rarely invite people into my bedroom. thats where i keep all the things i hold dear, its like a jornal on display. you have to be someone of great value to me to ever be invited to sit in my room. many have glanced or peeked, rare and few have been aloud to explore.
rambel . rammble rambell. rambbel.. rambel
I didn't spell check this one, can you tell?
if you want to do this with me, well get along jsut fine.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
"Are you Pentecostal?"
I was asked this question at 1 AM by the cashier at CVS. Not being familiar with the term, I didn't know how to respond. I stared blankly at him, he continued. "You have long hair and a long dress, that how Pentecostals dress." "no, I'm just buying cough drops and pushpins." He also works at Ralphs, the Super Market next door. But this is besides the point.
I go to Museums and or, galleries every Saturday. I do this for a viewing and discussion class I'm currantly enrolled in. Our last one was Bergamont Station in Santa Monica. Let me say it was one of the most enjoyable days I can remember. Regardless if I was pulled over and harassed by a cop for 30 minutes, got lost on my way back, and my ipod was dead for the entiertie of the trip. The plus side is, I didn't get a ticket, apparently the 10 runs into the 5 so i made it home after all, and I found out what CD's I had in my car.
1- year old Mix CD
2- Techno CD I received as a wedding favor, (danke Rachael & Babs)
3- Combination French album, its great
4- Newer Mix CD
5- The Poises- Frosting on the Beater
6- The Cranberries gold album, Disc 1 (obviously i went though a 90's stage)
The most exciting thing I saw at Bergamont was some prints from Richard C. Miller.
Hand developed, exquisite photographs. There is something about film photography that gets me. I prefer film. I always have. Something about it you cant get with digital. Please don't think im naive enough to make the assumption 'film is harder, I'm truly not that dumb, (though the evidence would say other wise.) Nore am I bashing digital. I am aware of the lengthy and extremely involved processes of digital production, I have never appemted such, me and technology aren't on the best of terms. Yet with film there is just a richness you don't see anywhere else, it's a labor of love to hand process. It isn't instant gratification. I'll stop now, I haven't actually taken any pictures in years. Digital 2 years, Manuel 4 years. I think something poignant and life-altering must have happened to me about those times, I just cant put my finger on it.
The first one is my favorite, but I also like the one with james shooting (Im a fan of candid, but maybe that because im interestingly camera shy now. something must have happened to me. I jsut like to see people in the moment, not possing or trying to give off an impression because they think they are being forever immortalized in a picture. I want to see people as they are.) & if you couldn't tell the girl with the mousey hair in the wedding dress is Marilyn Monroe pre-nose job and platinum blonde. Most people don't know she got some work done, she was nothing really special if ya ask me. I'm a Jayne Mansfield kinda gal myself.
I go to Museums and or, galleries every Saturday. I do this for a viewing and discussion class I'm currantly enrolled in. Our last one was Bergamont Station in Santa Monica. Let me say it was one of the most enjoyable days I can remember. Regardless if I was pulled over and harassed by a cop for 30 minutes, got lost on my way back, and my ipod was dead for the entiertie of the trip. The plus side is, I didn't get a ticket, apparently the 10 runs into the 5 so i made it home after all, and I found out what CD's I had in my car.
1- year old Mix CD
2- Techno CD I received as a wedding favor, (danke Rachael & Babs)
3- Combination French album, its great
4- Newer Mix CD
5- The Poises- Frosting on the Beater
6- The Cranberries gold album, Disc 1 (obviously i went though a 90's stage)
The most exciting thing I saw at Bergamont was some prints from Richard C. Miller.
Hand developed, exquisite photographs. There is something about film photography that gets me. I prefer film. I always have. Something about it you cant get with digital. Please don't think im naive enough to make the assumption 'film is harder, I'm truly not that dumb, (though the evidence would say other wise.) Nore am I bashing digital. I am aware of the lengthy and extremely involved processes of digital production, I have never appemted such, me and technology aren't on the best of terms. Yet with film there is just a richness you don't see anywhere else, it's a labor of love to hand process. It isn't instant gratification. I'll stop now, I haven't actually taken any pictures in years. Digital 2 years, Manuel 4 years. I think something poignant and life-altering must have happened to me about those times, I just cant put my finger on it.
The first one is my favorite, but I also like the one with james shooting (Im a fan of candid, but maybe that because im interestingly camera shy now. something must have happened to me. I jsut like to see people in the moment, not possing or trying to give off an impression because they think they are being forever immortalized in a picture. I want to see people as they are.) & if you couldn't tell the girl with the mousey hair in the wedding dress is Marilyn Monroe pre-nose job and platinum blonde. Most people don't know she got some work done, she was nothing really special if ya ask me. I'm a Jayne Mansfield kinda gal myself.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Let's Get Directions
I ventured to South Coast Mall. I don't particularly enjoy going to this gold paved, mecca of all haute couture. It's one of those places where you have to get dressed up to go shopping, which today I didn't. Looks and glances from the passing bourgeoisie patrons were hinting that I shouldn't have made it past the velvet ropes into the Emerald City. This place would be incredible if the money tree in your backyard was in full bloom. But alas, the winter was harsh and my currency fern is in the ICU indefinitely. I had a conversation today with an Employee of H&M about where to find men's clothing, I was in the 'all woman store' of H&M, they have two at this mall. Yes, "separate but equal" is still in full swing.
This is our conversation, verbatim.....
Moi- Excuse me, where is the Men's H&M?
Employee- Sigh* Ok, it can get a little tricky. You go out of the store to your left, make sure you go past the Crystal Court, and then over the Bridge of the Gardens, to South Coast Home and its on the 3rd Level.
Moi- So this Crystal Court you mentioned, how will i know when I find it?
Employee- Oh, Because its not the Carousel Court, if you are by the Carousel Court your way off, but that's full of Balloons, not crystals. they are kinda hard to get mixed up.
Moi- If I get lost I'll ask the white rabbit. (I was mocking Alice in Wonderland there, since his description of the landscape of this mall was so outlandish, and that was the last movie I saw in theaters. I didn't like Alice in Wonderland. But it was decided by all that the Cheshire Cat's coloring was marvelous. Clearly the Employee didn't catch on.)
Employee- Oh, I'm sorry, the white rabbit only comes here seasonally for the kids at Easter, you miss him by a week. So sorry!
Moi- Looks like I'm on my own then.
Employee- Good Luck!
To shorten this story, I made it, quite a trek though. I grabbed a mall directory, yep they print theirs out here, and there was a Jewel Court not a 'Crystal Court.' The Bridge of the Gardens in which was completely covered by assortments of different flowers, a literal floating garden in the sky. the legitstics of this intrigued me for some time. how did they manage to factor in the water weight for the foliage? wonder how much give this bridge has to offer, where would be the safest place to be on a bridge in an earthquake, blah blah blahh. The Bridge of the Gardens crosses over a 8 lane, high traffic road and into another smaller mall that I have dedicated The Man Cave. This smaller mall was more geared towards the men folk, and men oriented stores. plus the spill over that doesn't fit in the major mall, but if you need to get back to the main event, all you need to do is go "up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen"...
This is our conversation, verbatim.....
Moi- Excuse me, where is the Men's H&M?
Employee- Sigh* Ok, it can get a little tricky. You go out of the store to your left, make sure you go past the Crystal Court, and then over the Bridge of the Gardens, to South Coast Home and its on the 3rd Level.
Moi- So this Crystal Court you mentioned, how will i know when I find it?
Employee- Oh, Because its not the Carousel Court, if you are by the Carousel Court your way off, but that's full of Balloons, not crystals. they are kinda hard to get mixed up.
Moi- If I get lost I'll ask the white rabbit. (I was mocking Alice in Wonderland there, since his description of the landscape of this mall was so outlandish, and that was the last movie I saw in theaters. I didn't like Alice in Wonderland. But it was decided by all that the Cheshire Cat's coloring was marvelous. Clearly the Employee didn't catch on.)
Employee- Oh, I'm sorry, the white rabbit only comes here seasonally for the kids at Easter, you miss him by a week. So sorry!
Moi- Looks like I'm on my own then.
Employee- Good Luck!
To shorten this story, I made it, quite a trek though. I grabbed a mall directory, yep they print theirs out here, and there was a Jewel Court not a 'Crystal Court.' The Bridge of the Gardens in which was completely covered by assortments of different flowers, a literal floating garden in the sky. the legitstics of this intrigued me for some time. how did they manage to factor in the water weight for the foliage? wonder how much give this bridge has to offer, where would be the safest place to be on a bridge in an earthquake, blah blah blahh. The Bridge of the Gardens crosses over a 8 lane, high traffic road and into another smaller mall that I have dedicated The Man Cave. This smaller mall was more geared towards the men folk, and men oriented stores. plus the spill over that doesn't fit in the major mall, but if you need to get back to the main event, all you need to do is go "up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen"...
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Please, no miracles
I regret not taking the heeded advice to watch "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly." It was superb to say the least.
Monday, April 5, 2010
I can see where this is leading to.
"But sometimes when I'm being naughty, I'm really having fun."- Kenneth, my 3 year old cousin.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
into the imagined forest
happy Easter all. let's celebrate fertility by over eating Reese's peanutbutter shaped eggs
Monday, March 29, 2010
"We live in an infirmary."
"We live in an infirmary," was the delcareation my mother stated a few short hours ago...
An Accurate Estimate
I kinda really love this film. I'm not sure if the endearing poor editing and the missing plot line made me love it so. of the early attempts in animation got me hooked. there were some good line in it, that's true. I'll need to view it one more time to get a good feel for it.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Season's & their relation to decades.
Having an out-of-wack biological time clock, is quiet interesting. I dont sleep till 4 am, yet wake at nine, for rounding and hour, then fall back asleep till 11:30ish. then i get uncomfortably warm, since the skylight sun hits me and refuses to give me the darkness i request to slumber.
Season are another game entirely. I will be so bold as to diagnose myself as having S.A.D.
Winter are my hibernation months, i scarcely go out, make a plethora of baked goods, and take numerous baths consecutively, possibly more than one a day. communication via telephone- its non existent. thank goodness my hometown motto boast "the best climate in the world." basically season less. spring, summer, and then fall for the winter months. those are long gone. now, i have emerger from the cacoon of solitude, streching forth the wings of spring.
I found i relate to certain eras dependant on our currant calender:
Spring- 1960's almost exclusively. sometimes Paris, 1990. spring is what we are currently in now, and im loving it.
Summer- the Au Natural movement of the 1970's and the mid 90's. Not to be mistaken for hippie garbage or grunge, i loath hemp and tiedye moo moos. natural face make up, jeans, and a white tee shirt. If i need to dress up for something a bit, i channel my 1920's English country side. think Gatsby's, with an English flair.
*Summer is tricky and needed some explaining
I thought this cute and appropriate. i started my netflixs trail last night, and "who are you polly maggoo?" will be in my hands tomorrow. I have wanted to see this 1966 Soto mockumentary for eons, but its 43$ plus shipping on Amazon, not going to buy something i dont love. edie has nothing to do with the movie. i just like this.
Season are another game entirely. I will be so bold as to diagnose myself as having S.A.D.
Winter are my hibernation months, i scarcely go out, make a plethora of baked goods, and take numerous baths consecutively, possibly more than one a day. communication via telephone- its non existent. thank goodness my hometown motto boast "the best climate in the world." basically season less. spring, summer, and then fall for the winter months. those are long gone. now, i have emerger from the cacoon of solitude, streching forth the wings of spring.
I found i relate to certain eras dependant on our currant calender:
Spring- 1960's almost exclusively. sometimes Paris, 1990. spring is what we are currently in now, and im loving it.
Summer- the Au Natural movement of the 1970's and the mid 90's. Not to be mistaken for hippie garbage or grunge, i loath hemp and tiedye moo moos. natural face make up, jeans, and a white tee shirt. If i need to dress up for something a bit, i channel my 1920's English country side. think Gatsby's, with an English flair.
*Summer is tricky and needed some explaining
I thought this cute and appropriate. i started my netflixs trail last night, and "who are you polly maggoo?" will be in my hands tomorrow. I have wanted to see this 1966 Soto mockumentary for eons, but its 43$ plus shipping on Amazon, not going to buy something i dont love. edie has nothing to do with the movie. i just like this.
ft artist: robin rhode
I like the look of his berlin studio. plus, he has "special chalk" shoes made specifically for him. I got invited to go see his work, i think you should see it too. look at LACMA's website, his exhibition is showing there. they have a good video happening as well.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
& Sold
Another major point on my travel list of "must." go to Spain to wander the halls of Dali. I need some one to agree to go with me at the end of may/ june. i priced tickets, and its do-able.
Shanna's never ending fear that I will get snatched up by woman trafficking fiends, is a bit of a hurdle. when proposed with the idea Dr. Kaeleigh & I would bike the coast from Bruges, to Amsterdam for our birthdays, this was basically her only concern. "if a guy was going with you that's a different story, but not two girls alone." still confused by that comment, we seeked for a remedy. trying to enlist Jonah Crowley to be our chaperon we were hopeful. he didn't believe we were serious, thus refusing to offer assistance. The idea was scrapped. But maybe a more probable excursion will come to fruition.
Shanna's never ending fear that I will get snatched up by woman trafficking fiends, is a bit of a hurdle. when proposed with the idea Dr. Kaeleigh & I would bike the coast from Bruges, to Amsterdam for our birthdays, this was basically her only concern. "if a guy was going with you that's a different story, but not two girls alone." still confused by that comment, we seeked for a remedy. trying to enlist Jonah Crowley to be our chaperon we were hopeful. he didn't believe we were serious, thus refusing to offer assistance. The idea was scrapped. But maybe a more probable excursion will come to fruition.
"Artist are whore, just like the rest of us."
Just one more documentray i need to see/ possibly own.
of Montreal European Tour 2009: Family Nouveau Trailer from Spenser Simrill, Jr. on Vimeo.
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