Everything about this photo SCREAMS San Francisco to me. The weird looking couple, the cheesy jumping, Telegraph Hill in the background. Cheeseball.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
San Francisco Shits
Everything about this photo SCREAMS San Francisco to me. The weird looking couple, the cheesy jumping, Telegraph Hill in the background. Cheeseball.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Aretha!
I never was a die hard Aretha Franklin fan and I don't know if it's this season of my life or what but I cannot get enough of the Queen of Soul. I'll be listneing to an album and hear a song I've never heard before and am totally blow the fuck away. Today it was this song:
SING IT GIRRRRL!
SING IT GIRRRRL!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Fugue and Prelude
You know you've had a weekend when you wake up and your tongue feels numb...from smoking cigs, not from acting like a hook. The past week I've been experiencing some issues with sneezing when I come to work and I cannot figure it out; no allergies, it's clean in our little patient room converted into office, so what the hell is possibly irritating my damn sinuses? Could someone please assess this situation? This sneezing got me thinking about all of those old urban legends 'n' myths 'n' shit and I do recall being told that it was illegal to sneeze while driving because humans cannot sneeze with their eyes open so it would obtruct their view. Sadly, I believed this tall tale and spread it like wildfire. I believed this until I turned 16 and started driving and of course I had to fucking sneeze a few times in my car and nothing happened, I drove like a pro therefore that was a bullshit myth.
There were other great myths that I've recently resurrected from the grave (aka my memory)and found out that none of them were true. Richard Gere and the gerbil, the slap bracelets colors symbolizing how far you'll go with a dude, the cooks jizzing in the Alfredo Sauce at Olive Garden, pretty much every single fast food restaurant had some nasty legend attached to it, the one about the lady having sex with a lobster and giving birth to mud worms, etc. I wish shit like that was still getting spread, well, I'm sure it's still being spread around I'm just not hearing about it. Anyway, I did some research and all of those are fake. WTF? LET DOWN.
There were other great myths that I've recently resurrected from the grave (aka my memory)and found out that none of them were true. Richard Gere and the gerbil, the slap bracelets colors symbolizing how far you'll go with a dude, the cooks jizzing in the Alfredo Sauce at Olive Garden, pretty much every single fast food restaurant had some nasty legend attached to it, the one about the lady having sex with a lobster and giving birth to mud worms, etc. I wish shit like that was still getting spread, well, I'm sure it's still being spread around I'm just not hearing about it. Anyway, I did some research and all of those are fake. WTF? LET DOWN.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Mondo Cane
"Man is the only living being that comes into the world crying. Obstetricians say that crying helps breathing, it gets the lungs started. But we have a different opinion; we think that babies express their disappointments from having landed on this dog’s world. If it’s a boy, and handsome he may end up in a mess like Rossano Brazzi when he enters an American store to buy a shirt. But if it’s a girl, she may happen to be locked up until she gains those 120 kilos that, in her country, are barely sufficient to help her find a husband. But if she wants to marry a man from our areas, she needs to get back in shape by means of those tortures that lead the famous Lithuanian ethnologist Maria Elisabeta Kunkala to say: 'Holy knife, turn my heart to rust and make me die. God joined my hands and before they belong to another, with my very hands, I will stab my heart.'"
I'll write more about this later but...
I was thinking about my life this morning and in my case I'd have to say that with age, dreams become more pragmatic and tangible and less idealistic.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
NEW BABIES!
these girls are two of the most precious beings!
and so it spawned:
I was as still as a hunter aiming to kill
I was diligent as the loom weaver
Until you came and suddenly it ceased
And existing became more crucial
Enjoying the passing of time
And you're completely clueless
Of your utter affectation!
and so it spawned:
I was as still as a hunter aiming to kill
I was diligent as the loom weaver
Until you came and suddenly it ceased
And existing became more crucial
Enjoying the passing of time
And you're completely clueless
Of your utter affectation!
Gottschalk - Souvenir de Porto Rico
Gottschalk had this to say about the setting where he composed Souvenir de Porto Rico: "[I was] perched upon the edge of a crater, [and] my cabin overlooked the whole country. Every evening I moved my piano out upon the terrace, and played for myself alone, everything that the scene opened up before me inspired. It was there that I composed 'Marche des Gibaros.'"
I almost forgot about this piece! I'm glad I've resurrected it. I love how it is delicately ornamented with latin rhythyms but manages to maintain a piano rooted sound to it as well as brinks on the early 1900's Ragtime chord progressions. It's one of those pieces I feel has a lot of interesting crossover of several periods and influences. I wish more programs incorporated this piece.
I almost forgot about this piece! I'm glad I've resurrected it. I love how it is delicately ornamented with latin rhythyms but manages to maintain a piano rooted sound to it as well as brinks on the early 1900's Ragtime chord progressions. It's one of those pieces I feel has a lot of interesting crossover of several periods and influences. I wish more programs incorporated this piece.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Crucified, Mystified, Stupefied
I absolutely love those moments in life when I get completely consumed by a memory that was sensory triggered. For example; a few months ago I was lying on my bed and the sun was shining down through my window in the late afternoon warming the outer layer of my skin and the dust was conjuring up with every breath I took and breathed out and being lit up perfectly by the sunlight pouring in on the brink of sunset. I had the most vivid flashback to fifth grade after school, watching "Salute Your Shorts" re-runs, it must have been a Thursday because that was my favorite day of the week in elementary school and I was definitely in a great mood. "Salute Your Shorts" was followed up with a memory of playing Super Nintendo with my next door neighbors and listening to Frank Sinatra's "Duets" album (an after school obsession I've began to ahbor reminiscing on because it's undoubtedly embarrassing).
As I grow older I realize how much of my memory is triggered through a sense including experiences that invoke remarkably personal memories. Another example; I recently bought a pack of Trident Original Flavor gum vaguely remembering that my grandma chewed it regularly. Upon my first chew I immediately remembered driving in her Honda Accord listening to Ragtime cassette tapes (the woman had impeccable taste in music), chewing Trident Original Flavor and was mystified that I even could sense the way she smelled and the way she loved me, the way I felt when I was with Nana. How incredibly comfortable I felt in the passenger side of her car and how deeply in love she was with her grandchildren. My heart grew happy being able to feel that again and all because of a small stick of gum!
In "Blessed Unrest", Paul Hawken states, "Food has always been at the heart of cultural identity. The loss of its traditional foods is just as devastating to a culture as the loss of its language." I love that senses allow us to channel an experience or a memory sometimes long forgotten and in the bigger picture allows people to uniquely experience something they otherwise would never have the opportunity to.
As I grow older I realize how much of my memory is triggered through a sense including experiences that invoke remarkably personal memories. Another example; I recently bought a pack of Trident Original Flavor gum vaguely remembering that my grandma chewed it regularly. Upon my first chew I immediately remembered driving in her Honda Accord listening to Ragtime cassette tapes (the woman had impeccable taste in music), chewing Trident Original Flavor and was mystified that I even could sense the way she smelled and the way she loved me, the way I felt when I was with Nana. How incredibly comfortable I felt in the passenger side of her car and how deeply in love she was with her grandchildren. My heart grew happy being able to feel that again and all because of a small stick of gum!
In "Blessed Unrest", Paul Hawken states, "Food has always been at the heart of cultural identity. The loss of its traditional foods is just as devastating to a culture as the loss of its language." I love that senses allow us to channel an experience or a memory sometimes long forgotten and in the bigger picture allows people to uniquely experience something they otherwise would never have the opportunity to.
BAHAMIAN DREAMBOAT!
I LOVE JOSEPH SPENCE!!!!!
Have been fascinated by Elizabeth Cotten lately. What a wonderful treat for a rainy day!
Have been fascinated by Elizabeth Cotten lately. What a wonderful treat for a rainy day!
Friday, May 7, 2010
The Mob is My Destiny
Urban Dictionary said so:
Bonnie: A wife, serious girlfriend, or female family member of someone who's in the mafia. This slang was widely adopted from the first highly famous Bonnie, wife of Clyde.
Bonnie: A wife, serious girlfriend, or female family member of someone who's in the mafia. This slang was widely adopted from the first highly famous Bonnie, wife of Clyde.
Aging Celebs
what did lionel do? sell his soul to the devil (aka plastic surgeon)? the man looks amazing!
smokes, you're aight but you looked better on sesame street.
richard pryor's bug eyes, signature feature. it's a good thing he's hilarious. the cafeteria lady at my college told my good friend that she inherited his dog named "tucker" but the "t" was an "f".
GENE? YOU ARE NOT A MAGIC MAN! you tricked us all. what has happened to your hairs? you look like your becoming a sphynx cat as time goes on...looks like your reincarnation is happening before the worlds eyes. meow.
aretha takes the cake for some seriously bad aging. i personally think it's karma, i've heard she's a total bitch diva. camel boobs?
smokes, you're aight but you looked better on sesame street.
richard pryor's bug eyes, signature feature. it's a good thing he's hilarious. the cafeteria lady at my college told my good friend that she inherited his dog named "tucker" but the "t" was an "f".
GENE? YOU ARE NOT A MAGIC MAN! you tricked us all. what has happened to your hairs? you look like your becoming a sphynx cat as time goes on...looks like your reincarnation is happening before the worlds eyes. meow.
aretha takes the cake for some seriously bad aging. i personally think it's karma, i've heard she's a total bitch diva. camel boobs?
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Next Dinner Theme
The next dinner theme is going to be based off of two song lyrics:
Andre Nickatina-"Fly Like A Bird" and Notorious B.I.G.-"Big Poppa".
The following lyrics have dictated the content of these meals:
"my figure 8, is real its not fake strawberry soda, garlic bread and steak"
and
"So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly. A t-bone steak, cheese, eggs and Welch's grape."
I'm not much of a steak cooker but this will definitely help me perfect my skill.
Andre Nickatina-"Fly Like A Bird" and Notorious B.I.G.-"Big Poppa".
The following lyrics have dictated the content of these meals:
"my figure 8, is real its not fake strawberry soda, garlic bread and steak"
and
"So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly. A t-bone steak, cheese, eggs and Welch's grape."
I'm not much of a steak cooker but this will definitely help me perfect my skill.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Essential vs. Non Essential
As often as I'd like to emit this vibe that I don't give a fuck, the truth is, this brain produces the most trivial thougths regarding relations towards the opposite sex that I so wish I could control more vehemently. I'd love to be more guarded than I am and perhaps with age comes wisdom and with a little heartache comes protection. A lot of us ladies get perpetually shat on and I am never one to put it out there that I am hurt or too interested because that lands you in the crazy house but it really hurts when you find out it just wasn't you...in the words of Greg Behrendt & Liz Tuccillo "He's Just Not That Into You"; especially when it happens several times in a small span. Knowing that he's not interested doesn't take the sting away anymore. It just fucking blows and spirals question after question about what the fuck is wrong with you. Ok, this sobfest is over. But really, fuck dudes.
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