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.

webcam tragedy

Comes to my attention that there are two tragedies that have happened.

First off lets start with the most recant. Happened about 45 seconds ago. I was going to *title this " Webcam Tragity." when it didn't seem to look right I tried "Webcam Tragicty." This to didn't feel correct (go figure). So being lazy and not wanting to work on sounding it out anymore I looked it up on *Google how to *spell it. Tragedy, by all means did not look right, I thought for certain that I was closer with Tragity. so then I *proceeded to look it up on dictionary.com, I was there for convinced that this was the true spelling of the word.

On to the show! Next tragic event that has taken place is that I have figured out I have a webcam. 1. I have have this *computer for over 6 months 2. I'm positive it will be added to the list of thing that consume my time 3. I had to take the "easy walk-through" course for the program twice. Here are the *gems from my discovery.


Proud that it worked and I can skip taking the "How to" course a *third time.

Trying, that's all I can say. It hurts me too. Did I mention this is the *maiden *voyage of my black, Kate Spade reading glasses.

Some could say, technology and me aren't on good terms.

*Costume change, notice the upside-down, baby blue Hello Kitty bow.

Ample viewing of *novelty bow which in fact is still upside-down. Idiot.

My dentist says I am a "*tongue thruster," thus *having to wear my retainer for the rest of my life. The cause is that my *tongue is just a wee to big for my mouth. I have to stop myself from doing this in all pictures.

And scene.

What else did I do to waste my time today, you could wonder. I organized my clippings, took a shower, made rice, wrote a letter, thought about cleaning and added pictures to the post 2 below this one.

FOOT NOTE- all the things with stars * next to them are things I spelled *incorrectly. This list is missing about ten to twelve other words but I'm not positive if those were contributed to my poor typing. I can read *proficiently though, just can't make the turn around.

I have needs too, ya know

So one told me I seemed "dull" now, that I have "lost my fire." To that sir, you are a moron. I am in no way bland, plain, typical, or any other non descript adjective. I prefer understated, if you will. Enough of that, on to my point...

I consider my self low maintenance, easy to please. I am in dire need of one thing and one thing only. This has been mulling around in the back of my mind for a copious amount of time. I can not go on any longer. I MUST, MUST go to the Zoo.

I have a yearning desire to gawk aimlessly at enclosed animals. Staring at these sad, entrapped creatures is my life's immediate goal. Can no one understand the haunting need I have everyday to do said things? I want to bask in these living statues behind glass panes. Study them until I can take no more ramblings from other patrons, guides, employs of the zoo, or who ever I convince into attending with me. Something about gazing at a life behind bars is captivating, probably why I like Oz, Let's go to Jail, Escape from Alcatraz and that show on Bravo about incarcerated men and the inner workings of such facilities. Prison is fascinating, and if I can go somewhere like it, a sudo-prison of the animal kingdom, then try to stop me.

Look forward to a post about my adventures at the Zoo soon. It's happening, trust me.

And we're back

Sorry for that momentary break gang, I needed a "mental health" day. More like a "save my sanity" month. All is well in the Alamo again.

Lets replay my last months, since I was ohh to busy to tell you about it before, I'll fill ya in real quick.

- I went to the beach as often as I could, average of 3 times a week or more. "So kenn, you must have a nice golden hue to you now? I'm thinking a healthily sun kissed glow?" Nope. Need I remind you I don't have melanin pigment in my skin. I turn I lovely shade of coral if anything. If you saw my tan lines you would see I'm at least 3 shades darker, according to Ralph Lauren paint chips. I went from a " Tennis Court White" to a "Flour Sack White." I would have killed to get all the way to "Nigerian Peony" or even a "Pale Cream," I can dream can't I?

-We got to attend a 30th birthday "I'm on a Boat" party in Newport Harbor. It was an all white party, and probably one of the better ones I have ever been to. Basically, It was a classy three story Yatch, free food and drinks, on the 2nd floor was an outrageous dance party from 7 till midnight and on the lowest deck was flat screen TVs to watch the Lakers game and a grand piano. We cruised around the harbor which was fantastic. The highlight of the night though, I didn't get sea sick like I was dreading. (refer to "Perfect in every way" to understand why I get motion sickness and the reason why more than 65% of the words with 4 letters or more are misspelled.) It was just a spiffy get together, let me just say. Let me also say, white pants flatter NO ONE! Can some one please have an all black party? Ninja themed or something, I'm dying over here, all I own is black. Come on!
before.

during.


- I hung out with my mum while I was home. We had some good ol times, she drove to and from California and Utah, so we had quite a bit of face time. It was stupendous. She is probably one of the funniest people I know. While out to dinner this conversation came up over life dreams.

Me- "Why are you gonna sell your business dad? Your gonna retire at 50 and get bored."
Father- "I'm gonna follow my dreams and become a Slum Lord."
Me- " BLAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHH (breath) AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA! A slum lord? who would ever aspire to a SLUM LORD!"
Mother- (shocked face and tone) "What are you talking about? That's been his life's dream since I met him. Do you even know your own father? How do you not know that?"
Me- (confused and speechless, speechless because I'm still laughing. That silent kind that almost hurts but you just can't stop.)
Father- "All I have ever wanted out of life was a little house by the beach and the title of "slum lord." I'm a simple man."
Me- Still in awe of what I'm hearing and the seriousness of this discussion, I am still snickering and disrupting all the Vietnamese partons around us. I smartly ask my mummies " So whats your life dream ma?"
Mother- "To be a Librarian of course."
Me- "Well Naturally."
Mother- "But did you know you need a masters degree to become one?"

It continued on from there. but thats the gist of it.

So that's fun times with the family. Also the boy (Hudson, my 14 year old brother, we have called him "the boy" for as long as I can remember, it's and endering term.) turned 14 and went to his 8th grade dance. We got him some fantastic looking hush puppy's in white suede with red rubber soles, and I got him a plaid on plaid Ben Sherman shirt and tie. He was the bell of the ball.




-Nearly every other night we, we, meaning the same four people I hung out with the entire time I was home, went to harbor house. Its a swankier (pronounced swang-key-er) 24 hour Denny's. We came up with this mind blowing concoction of a chocolate, banana, peanut butter shake. If you have the chance, take it. So many outrageous conversations were had at 3 AM, so many calories were eaten and stored around my thighs, so much unsightly food was consumed, so much sleep was lost. No regrets

- 9 or my dear friends have left on missions all with in the same month. I feel like a Hen with an empty roost. My chicks have all grown up and flew the coop. I have been getting letters for the kids, giving me up-dates and request for food and miscellaneous items. My favorite letter so far is one for Dillon Boyes. On the back of the envelope it just said " HO!" extremely large, and after a sweet lil love note full of nonsense it said.....

<3 Dill

PS- You're a dirty Skank!

Glad being on a mission from our Lord hasn't changed him one bit :] hes learning to speak tagalli ( no clue how to spell that one, what ever the speak in the phillippines.) I also sent our sweet Jeshwa Punderson a survival kit full on peanut butter, a regular size package of oreo's NOT DOUBLE STUFFED! and other snacks and a tin of "commie mints" with Stalin's face and the sickle an hammer on it. I thought it was appropriate, or inappropriate since he is going to St. Petersburg, Russia.

Here is one of all of us from Halloween 2008.
*SIDE NOTE. I was a japaness Harajuku girl, nobody seemed to get it.
From Left to right please (like your reading). McKenna Louise Taylor, Dillion Michael Boyes, Joshua Adrean Punderson.

This is really the only picture of us together recantly. Dillion took me to Wicked in LA July 2008. We are so crule to eachother we refuse to be in pictures together out of spite.


- Phillipi finally got hitched so I got to be apart of that one. Great time was had by all. She looked great, and I was only 30 minute late to getting her ready. I swear I have no sense of time or the measurement, its sad really.


Lots more happened while I was home, but for those secrets, I shall keep mine.

amazingly sane

Stayed in tonight to watch my mind numbing television schedule... pathetic, it's a fact. Anyways, Steve-O was on TMZ and they were raggin on him, saying he lost his "mojo." Shhhyaa right! Get real, he's adorable. He's now ridiculously, cute sober. I even voted for him on dancing with the stars. (I Have never done that before, nor am I planning on doing so again, I cant stand stuff like that. I just couldn't help myself though.) Steve-O, you are fantastic, I solute you. Keep it up sugar.



Side note, I heart Pete Doherty as well. He's clean now as well, has great music, and dresses in Tom Ford. I couldn't be prouder.



Support these sweet boys please. I like them ohh so much, I wanna keep them around for a while.

There's no place like home (proceed to click your heels multipule times)

I have moved home for the summer, and I couldn't' be happier. I have been away for two solid years. Can I tell you what a joy it is to be back? It's a absolute joy to be back. I had fun in high school, so I don't mind running into, not kidding, at least 30 people I know from then, with in the 5 day I have been here. Most people never escape San Clemente's grasp.... But I honestly don't blame them.

I'll raise my kids here, no doubt. SC is the perfect beach city. Most become extremely touristy, and over laden with trendy stores and restaurants to lure unsuspecting travelers into the coastal lifestyle. They trick you with TV shows based in there boundaries to make you think how great they are. But San Clemente has flown under the radar. "Good work solider, keep your head down and your hips low, well keep covered yet!" See we are close enough to everything that it isn't a hassle to get to such glamorous places, yet we don't have the burden of traffic and snobs. A sleepy, little, laid back town are we.



Who else can call this home? Maybe its because I have been gone so long, it's made me appreciate it even more. But seriously? COME ON! I hit the jack pot being able to grow up here.

But we have some perks. Beautiful men come to my stomping grounds in droves. Its a seasonal thing, but its as regular as the swallows at San Jaun (which by the way are just a hop skip and a jump away.) The beaches are world renown. especially Trestles. I have been there every day this week besides Sunday. A surf contest was happening all week, so that was cool, but contest are here all the time. Handsome young bucks from every nation, fly in for these things. pretty entertaining.



this is Testles, you can see why people come here right?



nothing bad could ever happen here.

This shall be a grand summer indeed. If you don't know yet, your missing out my friend, and my heart aches for your loss.